when the world turns upside down, you should blame it on me
Her question causes something uncomfortable to cross his face, a flicker through the mask. “It wouldn’t…” He trails off his uncertainty of what she wants to hear. “Not like this.” He half explains, a hand coming from behind him to reach to rub at his throat, over compasses and bruises as he sighs quietly, the alcohol having wore off, making it harder to explain.
“Unless you wanted that, but it would make it harder.” He explains again, somewhat dancing around the subject. That it wouldn’t be a togetherness of her waking up in his bed unless she wanted him there, to give her the light of it all again before he disappeared into the dark once more. It would be different, almost like friends but something more. A possibility that if he gets his shit together that it could work.
As it stands right now, he’s not even thinking of that. He’s simply thinking of the distance as a different thing all together — neither of them shifting schedules or plans to fit one another in. And perhaps that’s what hurts more, those days of wondering if she’s safe in Halo after Loren had told him that there was an Ursur they’d had to fight.
But then she’s there, reaching for him, and he has half a mind to step out of it and give her the space it’s so clear he’s trying to grasp for, unsure and uncertain of the reason once more. But he remains, still as a pillar and letting her touch though his arms remain in the same positions. “I should ask you what you think it means.” He finally answers a bit more with a frown, looking down to her.
“Unless you wanted that, but it would make it harder.” He explains again, somewhat dancing around the subject. That it wouldn’t be a togetherness of her waking up in his bed unless she wanted him there, to give her the light of it all again before he disappeared into the dark once more. It would be different, almost like friends but something more. A possibility that if he gets his shit together that it could work.
As it stands right now, he’s not even thinking of that. He’s simply thinking of the distance as a different thing all together — neither of them shifting schedules or plans to fit one another in. And perhaps that’s what hurts more, those days of wondering if she’s safe in Halo after Loren had told him that there was an Ursur they’d had to fight.
But then she’s there, reaching for him, and he has half a mind to step out of it and give her the space it’s so clear he’s trying to grasp for, unsure and uncertain of the reason once more. But he remains, still as a pillar and letting her touch though his arms remain in the same positions. “I should ask you what you think it means.” He finally answers a bit more with a frown, looking down to her.
sunjata
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
