when the world turns upside down, you should blame it on me
He is closing off, slowly, trying his best not to. And yet, he reverts back to old ways, muscles feathering with tension along his biceps and his jaw as he watches her – sees the way she withdraws too. He continues to gnaw on the inside of his cheek, asking her what she thinks it means, what she thinks will come of this. And when he listens to her, he does as he always does and gives her his full attention.
And his hand drops from his neck, watching the way she shrugs and gives him an apologetic half smile. “That’s exactly what I don’t want.” He offers equally as quiet, as soft, his accent a bit thicker here as he regards her. “But the road is dangerous if you’re with me regardless if there’s neat borders and rules… And I’ve never really been one to stick to rules.” And she should know that, based off of what he’d done in Korofi.
He was a rebel, he didn’t go by rules. Not anymore, not after being the one raised to make them and enforce them. He’s done enough enforcing, done enough caring.
“Is that different from when you’re away in Halo and I’m here or at the bar?” He asks quietly, head tilting. “Is it only different because we’ve agreed to be something?” Because if that’s the case, his track record wasn’t good there either. After all, he’d only had eyes for Maea (and Nate’s teeth) when he’d been married. It was not a good situation, not a good combination.
But when she tells him that she’s afraid of being completely powerless of her own fate, that’s when his frown deepens a small amount and he looks away from her, back to the lighthouse with a small quiet sigh. “I don’t want you to do that Maea. The last thing I want to do is hurt you more than I already am… More than I already have.” He finally says with a small shake of his head. “But to place your fate on me of all people is to poise yourself for disappointment. Perhaps… Perhaps we need space so you can see that you can be just as strong and powerful as you are by my side but by yourself.” It hurts him to say it, but his gaze lands on her all the same.
“I’ll still be there to cheer you on, but I don’t want you to do what makes you uncomfortable. And I don’t blame you for not trusting me, half the time I don’t trust myself. So.” Another shrug, a shadowed look crossing his eyes as he keeps his gaze on her – watching and waiting, seeing if he’s misinterpreted her words.
And his hand drops from his neck, watching the way she shrugs and gives him an apologetic half smile. “That’s exactly what I don’t want.” He offers equally as quiet, as soft, his accent a bit thicker here as he regards her. “But the road is dangerous if you’re with me regardless if there’s neat borders and rules… And I’ve never really been one to stick to rules.” And she should know that, based off of what he’d done in Korofi.
He was a rebel, he didn’t go by rules. Not anymore, not after being the one raised to make them and enforce them. He’s done enough enforcing, done enough caring.
“Is that different from when you’re away in Halo and I’m here or at the bar?” He asks quietly, head tilting. “Is it only different because we’ve agreed to be something?” Because if that’s the case, his track record wasn’t good there either. After all, he’d only had eyes for Maea (
But when she tells him that she’s afraid of being completely powerless of her own fate, that’s when his frown deepens a small amount and he looks away from her, back to the lighthouse with a small quiet sigh. “I don’t want you to do that Maea. The last thing I want to do is hurt you more than I already am… More than I already have.” He finally says with a small shake of his head. “But to place your fate on me of all people is to poise yourself for disappointment. Perhaps… Perhaps we need space so you can see that you can be just as strong and powerful as you are by my side but by yourself.” It hurts him to say it, but his gaze lands on her all the same.
“I’ll still be there to cheer you on, but I don’t want you to do what makes you uncomfortable. And I don’t blame you for not trusting me, half the time I don’t trust myself. So.” Another shrug, a shadowed look crossing his eyes as he keeps his gaze on her – watching and waiting, seeing if he’s misinterpreted her words.
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.
