// i'm not so good with tenses //
It doesn’t seem terribly daunting to wait years to get his heart back, but he gets what she means and the intention behind it. “Then I don’t fall in love for years.” And given his track record, would that really be all that bad? “It’s not like it affects how much I care about people or things. It just prevents me from romantically loving them.” And maybe that’s the distinction that Melita needs to understand.
He bites down the rest of his own cake pop in the interim, mulling it over as he tacks on an additional comment. “Like I can still feel and tell how much I care about you and the things you get up to.” Because it wasn’t romantic. He loved her in the familial light of being his niece, and so the romance heart that had withered and died had nothing to do with it.
But as he lets a little more honesty escape and she reminds him it wasn’t healthy, he puffs out his cheeks in a quiet sigh. “Yeah, I know.” He opts to answer rather than indulge in the easy route. The one that wants him to say that it felt a whole hell of a lot better than to actually feel the shit his heart would be found through. So the subject of Colt is easier to answer, and he looks quite busy peering at the variety of bells on display when he answers. “Everything else except the wrangling, purifying, and the full dig and tree relocation has started. I think I’ll have to wait til Flowerbirth because the grounds too hard with all this snow.” That and with the amount of it, it’s blocked out all of his markers he’d sat in the snow.
He bites down the rest of his own cake pop in the interim, mulling it over as he tacks on an additional comment. “Like I can still feel and tell how much I care about you and the things you get up to.” Because it wasn’t romantic. He loved her in the familial light of being his niece, and so the romance heart that had withered and died had nothing to do with it.
But as he lets a little more honesty escape and she reminds him it wasn’t healthy, he puffs out his cheeks in a quiet sigh. “Yeah, I know.” He opts to answer rather than indulge in the easy route. The one that wants him to say that it felt a whole hell of a lot better than to actually feel the shit his heart would be found through. So the subject of Colt is easier to answer, and he looks quite busy peering at the variety of bells on display when he answers. “Everything else except the wrangling, purifying, and the full dig and tree relocation has started. I think I’ll have to wait til Flowerbirth because the grounds too hard with all this snow.” That and with the amount of it, it’s blocked out all of his markers he’d sat in the snow.
the Heartless
// i'm tensin' up thinkin' about what i'm supposed to call you now //
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.
