nile | killmonger

5 | DEAD THINGS

"I have a habit of nurturing dead things... "

— (r)eyna.(b)iddy.

"I brought you these," Sina tapped on Erik's bedroom door before going in. Despite it being her house, she still had respect for his personal space. She understood that he still had a lot to process too, and getting all of his senses back to normal over a short period of time wasn't only draining to him, but to her also. She was only able to get two hours of sleep in before feeling like she was forced to wake up and get back to work, making sure he was back to his normal self; even if it was in the slightest. "They should fit you pretty well. Eventually, I'm gonna have to go out and grab you some more things." Her hand tapped on the black clothing that was in her hand: a pair of black sweats, a black shirt, and even socks to mach.

"Where'd you get these from?" Erik asked as he pulled himself up from the bed.

"Are you in my business?" She raised her eyebrow at him playfully. "Just say 'thank you', sweetheart." Sina placed the folded clothes into his hands. "It's either you take these clothes, wear old ones, or you walk around naked— that's up to you." She looked him up and down.

Erik returned Sina's gaze, still in awe and confused about her at the same time. It hand't been long, but he was starting to take notice of the slight riddles she would speak to him in when he would ask her questions; probably to cover her own tracks with whatever she was still hiding from him. Mentally, he considered her to be a witch. He wasn't sure of Wakanda had those sort of things, but he had no doubt that she was either that, or a priestess. That was the only way he could make sense of her. Today, she was dressed in a ankle length red skirt, that had a slit that would carry at least up to the middle of her thigh. She finished it with a black shirt that was knotted at the middle, making her figure even more noticeable, and a black head wrap that covered every inch of her unknown hair.

"Me on the other hand, I don't mind either choice you make. Like I told you, you're nice to look at"

"You flirt like this with everyone you help out?" Erik looked up at her, returning the same sensual gaze that she was giving him. Like before, he wasn't going to deny that she was attractive, but there was a part of him that was still cautious of her.