// it's not enough that you're wrestling yourself
but your friends talk shit while you're going through hell //
but your friends talk shit while you're going through hell //
He can hear the attuned bond question – the beg, the one that has him crumbling a bit internally. He has to be strong, though, for himself and his bruised heart, the heaviness of which that has him breaking a little. The walls crumble a touch, something he’d tried to hide from her leaking through that the pain and hurt are endless and he can’t numb himself the way he used to. He couldn’t during her absence no matter how much he’d tried to.
The loneliness of LongNight, of the panic and worry that he didn’t know where she was combined with last year’s trauma of the merfolk that had washed up in the Refuge. All the shit he’d dealt with when it came to the Family trying to do his best intentions. And while the Family wasn’t here anymore and he no longer harbored the echoes that had painted her skin and everyone else’s that had been infected, the memory of what he’d done during those times had continued to rear up. Alys stepping down from being his Seer in King’s End to focus on her family – something he supported, but perhaps was a touch jealous of when Hotaru still hadn’t come home.
Knowing the reason why is both a boon and a curse. Hurt and relief that she was okay, hurt that she’d gone into the Draig without him. How he might have been able to prevent it if he’d been there. How he’d never had the chance to – even after promising that this time things would be different.
“I don’t know yet.” He admits, his voice dropping to a weak tone, looking away from her because he can’t let her see the way he cracks and burns with the answer. “I need time, Ru.” Which is only fair, isn’t it? She and Nate had needed time after Sunjata had made the deal for Kamaria. This time, though, there’s far less physical blades to puncture true flesh.
The loneliness of LongNight, of the panic and worry that he didn’t know where she was combined with last year’s trauma of the merfolk that had washed up in the Refuge. All the shit he’d dealt with when it came to the Family trying to do his best intentions. And while the Family wasn’t here anymore and he no longer harbored the echoes that had painted her skin and everyone else’s that had been infected, the memory of what he’d done during those times had continued to rear up. Alys stepping down from being his Seer in King’s End to focus on her family – something he supported, but perhaps was a touch jealous of when Hotaru still hadn’t come home.
Knowing the reason why is both a boon and a curse. Hurt and relief that she was okay, hurt that she’d gone into the Draig without him. How he might have been able to prevent it if he’d been there. How he’d never had the chance to – even after promising that this time things would be different.
“I don’t know yet.” He admits, his voice dropping to a weak tone, looking away from her because he can’t let her see the way he cracks and burns with the answer. “I need time, Ru.” Which is only fair, isn’t it? She and Nate had needed time after Sunjata had made the deal for Kamaria. This time, though, there’s far less physical blades to puncture true flesh.
// you said it feels like you're swimming through mercury
and every night you think you're gonna die in your sleep //
and every night you think you're gonna die in your sleep //
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.
