Walking in the night sky, I'm always on your side
You are really saving me
She tells him that she understands, but there’s a part of him that wonders if she does. It was true, his father was the one to hold and wield the knife, but it had been him careless, stretching and reaching for someone he could never have, rebelling too much, helping their cause and anarchy. The Prince Insurgence, it had been nicknamed, and while he never knew if he’d beat out the others for the title of successor, he had proven himself to those less fortunate, the underdogs, the ones that needed it the most.He wonders if his father was afraid of what he and Lusea could do, in the end.
Of course it did little use, and he listens, feeling the same fleeting feeling beneath his hands as she mentions the blight. And while that was true, even if he hadn’t met her, she would still be suffering and alone. And at least in that regard, he could be there. He just didn’t want to watch another ones light slip away. He sighs heavily, watching while she struggles with the glass. Love was a death sentence, because in the end everyone,
left,
eventually.
He reaches for the bottle and instead of taking it from her, he helps her pour, leaning in to press a kiss to her brow. “You are not useless.” His voice is rough, perhaps a smidge mournful, but he tries for her.
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.
