if i let go, would you hold on, would we fly?
is it safer if we just say that we tried?
“Yes.” He says quickly. But of course, it doesn’t end there. Not as she closes her eyes and recounts what he had told Maea within the argument that had started all of the mess he had managed to find his way into again. But his gaze narrows on her again, staring with that sharpened intensity, jaw clenched tight, hands beneath his cloak inadvertently tightening around Safrin’s daggers in his frustration.
“I had years with Lusea. Years to love her and mourn her and realize she wasn’t coming back.” He grits out, taking a step closer to Delphia. “And then, this fucking place, gives her back to me again. To lose again. I told Maea I needed time.” He thinks it’s reasonable to have asked for that. But he doesn’t think it’s reasonable for Delphia to withhold this from him when Maea knew that he was trying.
He exhales sharply, planting his feet, arms moving to fold across his chest with Safrin’s tattoo on full display as the water from the rain continues to drip along his head. “I loved her as much as I could. I will not let you act like it means nothing.” He can’t help the growl to his voice with this. “So, please just tell me what she wanted to say and I’ll leave.” He doubts he’ll find a way to meet her again when it comes to speaking to more of the dead — everything crushed and broken within him again and again and he’s sick of it all.
“I had years with Lusea. Years to love her and mourn her and realize she wasn’t coming back.” He grits out, taking a step closer to Delphia. “And then, this fucking place, gives her back to me again. To lose again. I told Maea I needed time.” He thinks it’s reasonable to have asked for that. But he doesn’t think it’s reasonable for Delphia to withhold this from him when Maea knew that he was trying.
He exhales sharply, planting his feet, arms moving to fold across his chest with Safrin’s tattoo on full display as the water from the rain continues to drip along his head. “I loved her as much as I could. I will not let you act like it means nothing.” He can’t help the growl to his voice with this. “So, please just tell me what she wanted to say and I’ll leave.” He doubts he’ll find a way to meet her again when it comes to speaking to more of the dead — everything crushed and broken within him again and again and he’s sick of it all.
are we laughing at the danger?
are we dancing after death, you and I?
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.
