// make sure you kiss your knuckles before you punch me in the face
there are lessons to be learned, consequences for all the stupid things i say //
there are lessons to be learned, consequences for all the stupid things i say //
It seems even more important that he’d given her his heart, with the infection and how it ran rampant through him. And it brings him a comfort he doesn’t even realize half the time, to know that he was hers so ultimately that nothing could prevent him from loving her. Even if, eventually, she didn’t love him back. But for the moment? He forgives her. He sees her. He knows her flaws and faults just as she knows his.
And he loves her still.
“I love you too.” He says, both vocally and through the attuned bond, pushing through all of that love through the bond for her so that he can prove it to her in other ways. Her hands release his wrists and cups his cheeks and jaw, and Sunjata peers down at her, focusing on the portions of her that remain herself, even when the flickers wish to make him flinch.
And so, it’s when she opens her gaze and meets his shadowed steel, he meets her dual toned gaze with as much adoration as she does him, taking note of the subtle flinches that match his own. And yet, he still stares. “I know, Ru. I know.” He whispers softly, the panes of his face twisting slightly with the frown that blossoms to see her hurting so raw, but he knows her better than most. She needs this. And he can’t fix it.
But he can endure it with her. Be there for her. Love her despite it.
His hand lifts to thread through her blonde, gentle and careful fingers brushing against her scalp, his affection in his movements and body language. “We’re okay. I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.” He repeats, in case she needs it, his voice soft and gentle and soothing.
And he loves her still.
“I love you too.” He says, both vocally and through the attuned bond, pushing through all of that love through the bond for her so that he can prove it to her in other ways. Her hands release his wrists and cups his cheeks and jaw, and Sunjata peers down at her, focusing on the portions of her that remain herself, even when the flickers wish to make him flinch.
And so, it’s when she opens her gaze and meets his shadowed steel, he meets her dual toned gaze with as much adoration as she does him, taking note of the subtle flinches that match his own. And yet, he still stares. “I know, Ru. I know.” He whispers softly, the panes of his face twisting slightly with the frown that blossoms to see her hurting so raw, but he knows her better than most. She needs this. And he can’t fix it.
But he can endure it with her. Be there for her. Love her despite it.
His hand lifts to thread through her blonde, gentle and careful fingers brushing against her scalp, his affection in his movements and body language. “We’re okay. I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.” He repeats, in case she needs it, his voice soft and gentle and soothing.
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.
