i can't quite tell you how it hurt me, but my god
If his heart wasn’t breaking, he likely would’ve snorted at the response, likely would have told her that even if she had been adventurous, that they had been through Deepfrost here, had seen the snow and realized how dreadful it was. But, he’s shattering internally, and all he can do is stare across the rippling surface of the Oasis, biting down onto his lower lip as he takes the information the best he can to heart. That she’s gone, that she won’t be coming back again, and thinking over how lucky he had been to at least get those few months with her.
He wanted Delphia to tell her everything he could, but the shakiness to his voice, the burning behind his eyes as he keeps looking away from Delphia, even as she smiles of all things, keeps him rooted to the spot. At least, until she says that Lusea can hear him, and he lowers his head slightly, a thought hitting him, but remaining silent as she tells him that she wouldn’t want his apology. A sorrowful smile lifts the corner of his lip. She didn’t know her, in that regard. She may be safe, may be at peace, but that didn’t mean that Lusea wouldn’t prefer him to grovel his apologies to her again and again.
He doesn’t entirely know how to rejoice either, not while he breaks into a million pieces, carefully trying to patch himself together. So he inhales, looking back over the water. “ek sal sterk wees, die vloed, die man wat ek van die begin af moes gewees het. en as ek nie is nie, kom spook my.” His head finally lifts, and he turns to look at Delphia with a quiet nod. “I will try.” A quiet answer, and he doesn’t even believe in himself when it comes to it.
He doesn’t even know where to start.
He wanted Delphia to tell her everything he could, but the shakiness to his voice, the burning behind his eyes as he keeps looking away from Delphia, even as she smiles of all things, keeps him rooted to the spot. At least, until she says that Lusea can hear him, and he lowers his head slightly, a thought hitting him, but remaining silent as she tells him that she wouldn’t want his apology. A sorrowful smile lifts the corner of his lip. She didn’t know her, in that regard. She may be safe, may be at peace, but that didn’t mean that Lusea wouldn’t prefer him to grovel his apologies to her again and again.
He doesn’t entirely know how to rejoice either, not while he breaks into a million pieces, carefully trying to patch himself together. So he inhales, looking back over the water. “ek sal sterk wees, die vloed, die man wat ek van die begin af moes gewees het. en as ek nie is nie, kom spook my.” His head finally lifts, and he turns to look at Delphia with a quiet nod. “I will try.” A quiet answer, and he doesn’t even believe in himself when it comes to it.
He doesn’t even know where to start.
how it still aches today
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.
