THE FLOOD
// take my heart and make it feel,
take my soul and make it real
take my soul and make it real
He had mocked her – but only because it was always the same shit each and every time and if it was exhausting for him he could only imagine how it must’ve felt like for her. Tough love, as it had been back then. Reverting back into a portion of himself where that kind of thing worked. He was no longer a soft, gentle child. He’d grown razor sharp edges and fractured so many times. And as they continue to talk, he seems to take note of her doing the same.
Sighing, he draws silent, mind trying to filter through how to make it make sense. Words were never his strong suit, something she knows and yet still always seemed to twist his words in ways he never meant them to be. And unlike with Hotaru, where he can share the feeling and sensations through the Attuned bond to try and explain with feeling rather than his vocabulary, he’s stuck trying to figure out how to break it down for her.
“It’s moderation, Maea. You keep swinging too hard in one direction that you can’t find that middle ground. That’s why you’re fucking up. Either you’re too considerate or you make your ideas the only ones that matter.” Give and take, give and take. “It is very easy for people to talk shit about what they would do when faced with an event. It’s much harder for them to actually do anything about it in the moment.” Shrugging, he reaches up with the scar flecked hand and brushes back the silver streaked hair. “I can see why you did, I just think you need to think about your actions a bit more. Which, I know, is kind of a lot coming from me.” Flashing her a small smile on the edge of a wince, he exhales. “Took me a lot of years to work on my impulsivity. A lot of fucking up my relationships, too. And only now are things starting to kinda work out.”
Literally years.
Sighing, he draws silent, mind trying to filter through how to make it make sense. Words were never his strong suit, something she knows and yet still always seemed to twist his words in ways he never meant them to be. And unlike with Hotaru, where he can share the feeling and sensations through the Attuned bond to try and explain with feeling rather than his vocabulary, he’s stuck trying to figure out how to break it down for her.
“It’s moderation, Maea. You keep swinging too hard in one direction that you can’t find that middle ground. That’s why you’re fucking up. Either you’re too considerate or you make your ideas the only ones that matter.” Give and take, give and take. “It is very easy for people to talk shit about what they would do when faced with an event. It’s much harder for them to actually do anything about it in the moment.” Shrugging, he reaches up with the scar flecked hand and brushes back the silver streaked hair. “I can see why you did, I just think you need to think about your actions a bit more. Which, I know, is kind of a lot coming from me.” Flashing her a small smile on the edge of a wince, he exhales. “Took me a lot of years to work on my impulsivity. A lot of fucking up my relationships, too. And only now are things starting to kinda work out.”
Literally years.
'cause i was bright, yeah I was pale and blue,
starry eyed by every thought of you //
starry eyed by every thought of you //
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.
