felled in the night by the ones you think you love
they will come for you
She steps from him, and his steel eyes shutter just enough, her forehead meeting his – breath raking against her face. And her head tilts up, and for a moment he forgets everything, feeling the ghost of her nose trace along his own, and he tells her that he’s lost her. His tongue through her voice enough to open his eyes and remove part of the trance, part of the spell. And that is when she tells him that he had lost her because she died. He braces against the door just enough to clench his jaw, a mix of loving that flame and wishing he never had been on the receiving end.It was far more fun to watch the fire of her from a distance.
But he doesn’t blame her – doesn’t find an inch of it in his bones at the accusation, after all. It had been his fault any of it had happened, and he had never gotten the chance to tell her how sorry he was for everything. But again, she is here – he is here, he can begin to. His lips part to tell her, to lean down and speak in her ear. To tell her it has been years and that he’s never stopped. To tell her that his horrible father had him engaged an hour after he had held her still growing cold body, covered and coated in her own blood, spitting venom and shooting daggers.
She will know, eventually.
But she has always been his drug, and he can’t find himself to stray from her, not when she pushes him away. He has half a mind to treat her like he would have with Phoebe had she done the same, he doesn’t realize she might be watching when he does it. Wonders if perhaps it might shock her to see how he truly can be.
But Lusea can handle it, he’s weathered her storms before. He wasn’t the face of the rebellion for nothing.
And he surges back at her in an instant after she’s pushed him away, eyes remaining soft as he looks to her own dark gaze. “Luci.” His voice a mix of a rough demand, trying to keep her reasonable while everything made sense. But gods to see the flame in her eye, whether it was directed at him was as beautiful as a wildfire. Phoebe’s voice pipes up then, and Sunjata doesn’t continue, instead he keeps her there, gentle but strong, a dam in her flood, as Phoebe explains likely the same thing he would have. But he doesn’t turn to look to the midwife, instead, he waits until she’s finished.
“Sy is reg, Luci, dit was al jare.” There’s a tone to his voice that Phoebe likely hasn’t heard once more, as his eyes search Lusea’s face before he steps back – wondering if she’ll revert to an old tactic and spit on him. Eyes drift toward Phoebe, uncertain what to do, not knowing what to say, everything felt wrong and right, and he didn’t know where that left him.
Sy is reg, Luci, dit was al jare. - She is right, Luci, it has been years.
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.
