// i'll sing it one last time for you, then we really have to go, you've been the only thing that's right
in all i've done. and i can barely look at you, but every single time i do //
in all i've done. and i can barely look at you, but every single time i do //
She doesn’t argue back, she doesn’t start to infiltrate his words with misunderstandings and confusion. And honestly? It’s a breath of fresh air. How many times had he tried to have difficult conversations only for them to get twisted around until the end result wasn’t at all reminiscent of what he’d started with. It’s smoother, and for that the Heartless is quietly grateful, even as she repeats the main point that he’d kind of hoped she hadn’t hung onto.
But at the end of the day, it wasn’t entirely her fault. It was the terrible combination of his heart dying, the women he’d loved returning home to tell him that she’d died and came back and he hadn’t even been able to feel a thing about it because he’d been empty long before even he’d realized it.
She wraps her arms around herself and his fingers twitch at his side before he shoves them into his pockets, exhaling a slow sigh and a nod. “Well.. I guess it was a few things, but you were the last straw I had keeping me together.” A weak smile is aimed her way, one he knows won’t land the way he wants it to, so it falls just about as quickly as it’d arrived.
“Between you and Ru and finding out my heart was dead.. It was a lot. And I didn’t know where to go from there.” So, like usual, he’d chosen to go and see the one that accepted him regardless of what he did and where he fucked up, finding it all always so trivial when faced with the divinity of Frey, to bolster him before the tediousness of it began to creep back in.
But at the end of the day, it wasn’t entirely her fault. It was the terrible combination of his heart dying, the women he’d loved returning home to tell him that she’d died and came back and he hadn’t even been able to feel a thing about it because he’d been empty long before even he’d realized it.
She wraps her arms around herself and his fingers twitch at his side before he shoves them into his pockets, exhaling a slow sigh and a nod. “Well.. I guess it was a few things, but you were the last straw I had keeping me together.” A weak smile is aimed her way, one he knows won’t land the way he wants it to, so it falls just about as quickly as it’d arrived.
“Between you and Ru and finding out my heart was dead.. It was a lot. And I didn’t know where to go from there.” So, like usual, he’d chosen to go and see the one that accepted him regardless of what he did and where he fucked up, finding it all always so trivial when faced with the divinity of Frey, to bolster him before the tediousness of it began to creep back in.
i know we'll make it anywhere away from here
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.
