hide your secrets, disguise your weakness
and lose yourself inside your busy head
He finds little resistance with her, feels her head rest along the crook of his neck, and she lets him pull him into her as she needs it – keeping his hands tight around her. He lets her stay that way however long she needs to before he pulls away just enough to view her face. She searches his face, searches his gaze while he tries to quell the worry within her. And with it? She buries herself back into him, into the waters that he ensures are a calm and steady pool.
The question is muffled, but he can hear her well enough. The question, something he’d thought about a lot when it came to rebuilding a life here. Arriving with nothing aside from the clothes on his back and going from there… And with it? A new perspective of sorts. But he could sit there and spend forever telling her about it, or he could simply focus on the simplicities of it. She trails off, pulling him closer and he holds her tighter to let her break if she needs to.
The sob that leaves her shoulders has him pressing his stubbled cheek into her pale hair, one hand wrapped around her middle, the other resting to cradle her back. “Where do we go when we can’t go back?” A quiet question, the answer to his own attempts at moving on. The one she’d mentioned to him that day on the river, that day in training. The only thing she could do now was go forward.
The question is muffled, but he can hear her well enough. The question, something he’d thought about a lot when it came to rebuilding a life here. Arriving with nothing aside from the clothes on his back and going from there… And with it? A new perspective of sorts. But he could sit there and spend forever telling her about it, or he could simply focus on the simplicities of it. She trails off, pulling him closer and he holds her tighter to let her break if she needs to.
The sob that leaves her shoulders has him pressing his stubbled cheek into her pale hair, one hand wrapped around her middle, the other resting to cradle her back. “Where do we go when we can’t go back?” A quiet question, the answer to his own attempts at moving on. The one she’d mentioned to him that day on the river, that day in training. The only thing she could do now was go forward.
burn your bridges, and leave no witnesses
all alone inside your busy head
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.
