[SE] don't be suspicious

if there's one thing the gods love, it's tragedy

“You know what, maybe I will. You wanna help?” He asks her, shooting her an amused look because he’s positive if he had anyone in his life that would be likely to dive into something stupid and silly such as that, it would be his niece. Another bonding experience, honestly, and already the thought reaches him with amusement at the prospect, pushing away some of the shadows and shades that have tried to bloom in his mind.

But it always has a tendency to come back, honestly. He offers her a small smile, gaze dropping to the water that flares at her fingertips that he mirrors with his own and a little ribbon that swirls in the air, catching the sunlight and glinting lightly. Her answer is the same one that blooms in his chest, too, one that he’s not so sure he can quiet down once it sets its roots in there. It sticks into the crevices and Sunjata takes a deep breath, sprinkling some water up on his face and over toward Melita with a bit of fun after she’s harassed a pair of women down below. The droplets fall upon another person wandering around, one that squeaks a little in surprise. “I think you’re right.” He agrees, letting it bypass the rest of the sorrow that clings to him.

with wings that burn and boys who fall

SUNJATA