better get to diggin' while my body's getting cold.
i keep tryna fight it so just promise when i go, you'll bury me low
i keep tryna fight it so just promise when i go, you'll bury me low
Her admission of pride is one that does surprise him — because while he’s heard it aplenty from Isla, there’s something about hearing it from Hotaru that cements it. That proves to him that he’s succeeding in the places he’s trying. And it’s a balm he had no idea he desperately needed. “Thank you.” He says softly, every ounce of honesty within it to prove that he’s taken it to heart, a beacon for him to stick with to ensure he’s following the path he wants to be.
He doesn’t realize she’s crying, either, until the drop of warm water meets his chest and it’s different already from the hot springs they’re in, and he almost pulls away if not for the way he reaches up with both hands again around her cheeks, thumbs swiping away the tears there, feeling her kiss to his cheek before his head lowers again to press them together, lips parting to speak before she takes his own words and sends them back, lips quirking into a small lopsided smile when he pulls back to continue letting his thumbs swipe along her cheeks.
“I’m sorry that we got so… Off track and astray. You’ve been here for me since the beginning of it all.” And she had been. Before Nate, when she’d kissed him at the altar on his wedding day to Phoebe. And she’d still been there through everything after — even there with Nate, who was the only one that before the war hadn’t seemed to pressure him or manipulate him into staying. She’s seen it all.
“Whenever you need me, I am here for you.” He finally decides to say, letting his hands trail back to run through the wet, gilded locks of hers, focusing on the way it looks beneath his fingers if only so he doesn’t awkwardly stare at her the entire time. “We will be there for each other, as we should have always been.”
He doesn’t realize she’s crying, either, until the drop of warm water meets his chest and it’s different already from the hot springs they’re in, and he almost pulls away if not for the way he reaches up with both hands again around her cheeks, thumbs swiping away the tears there, feeling her kiss to his cheek before his head lowers again to press them together, lips parting to speak before she takes his own words and sends them back, lips quirking into a small lopsided smile when he pulls back to continue letting his thumbs swipe along her cheeks.
“I’m sorry that we got so… Off track and astray. You’ve been here for me since the beginning of it all.” And she had been. Before Nate, when she’d kissed him at the altar on his wedding day to Phoebe. And she’d still been there through everything after — even there with Nate, who was the only one that before the war hadn’t seemed to pressure him or manipulate him into staying. She’s seen it all.
“Whenever you need me, I am here for you.” He finally decides to say, letting his hands trail back to run through the wet, gilded locks of hers, focusing on the way it looks beneath his fingers if only so he doesn’t awkwardly stare at her the entire time. “We will be there for each other, as we should have always been.”
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.
