// and i hear your ship is comin' in, your tears a sea for me to swim in
and i hear a storm is comin' in, my dear, is it all we've ever been? //
and i hear a storm is comin' in, my dear, is it all we've ever been? //
“I’d really like that, Ru.” He says gently, a hint of tenderness in his tone that he isn’t expecting when she catches her soft and heartfelt smile back at him. Even so, without any other words to say on the matter, the Flood simply squeezes Hotaru’s hand gently in lieu of a thank you.
But she shuffles closer and Sunjata remains exactly where he is, minus the exception of moving so that his arm can wrap around her shoulders, taking up her hand again so that her head can rest closer to his chest than against his shoulder – especially if she wishes to have the warmth of him that it seems like she craves. He certainly won’t complain, not as his eyes focus on the moon in the silence that overtakes them.
She sinks in, though, and her quiet complaint brings a rumble of amusement from him – just a gentle little sound as he squeezes her in. “It’s all the desserts I keep eating.” He says it in a whisper, as if it’s some kind of secret, before settling in and finding himself surprisingly exhausted too. It’s been hard, with Isla gone, to have to sleep in a bed alone once again. He knows he won’t stay asleep for long, but for the moment, perhaps, it might even be restful.
But she shuffles closer and Sunjata remains exactly where he is, minus the exception of moving so that his arm can wrap around her shoulders, taking up her hand again so that her head can rest closer to his chest than against his shoulder – especially if she wishes to have the warmth of him that it seems like she craves. He certainly won’t complain, not as his eyes focus on the moon in the silence that overtakes them.
She sinks in, though, and her quiet complaint brings a rumble of amusement from him – just a gentle little sound as he squeezes her in. “It’s all the desserts I keep eating.” He says it in a whisper, as if it’s some kind of secret, before settling in and finding himself surprisingly exhausted too. It’s been hard, with Isla gone, to have to sleep in a bed alone once again. He knows he won’t stay asleep for long, but for the moment, perhaps, it might even be restful.
anchor up to me, love. anchor up to me, love. anchor up to me, love
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.
