nostradamus could never

i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide

“Mm, well, I think it’s a bit late for that.” It’s been years since he’s written the stars off. It’s to the point now where he finds little to no enjoyment in any thought of them. But he doesn’t feel as if he’s lacking from it. “But it is a good rule to abide by.” He agrees, careful to keep his attention only at her face or to the blanket of space above while he keeps his distance, offers his explanations, until she turns around and seems relatively confused over the whole ordeal.

Which is peculiar. “I,” he pauses because she finishes up with the thought of him wanting to look at her – which he is, right now, looking at only her face. “Because I made a promise to her.” He could slip on his charm, make it exciting and leave her on the edge for one of his workers to take care of her, but he isn’t sure if that’s a step too far in regards to his promise to Hotaru. “I came with you because I wanted to be sure they had set up everything you needed. But if it’s company you seek for the night, I have options for that too. Just, myself excluded.” His attention remains raptly focused on her face, blatantly ignoring the comment of wanting to look at her (which he assumes to be the rest of her).

the flood

that's why i'm broken, yeah,
am i a villain or a saint?