// and if i was the only thing you couldn't bear to lose,
i'd set fire to the wood, just so you wouldn't have to bury me too //
i'd set fire to the wood, just so you wouldn't have to bury me too //
She steps back from him. He’s not sure what hurts more – the lingering pain from the sickness racking through his body that he’s attributed to the lightning and sea panther attack, or the fact that she remains far out of reach.
His gaze drops to the flower in her hand, the white petals melding and molting into vibrant red, dripping and dripping and dripping in a sound that sounds mundane and dull until it shifts to something like a clock. Tick. Tock.
He doesn’t advance closer to her, he swallows hard, trying to drown out the ticking that sounds like it might be a count down. “Must I atone?” He asks through a suddenly parched throat, stepping back to give her the space she so desperately requires when he wants nothing more to embrace her warmth – to heat up the bones that feel so cold inside. “I can fix this.” ‘I want to hold you.’ He begins to see that he can't do either.
He doesn’t realize he’s been staring at the bloom in her hands, but he tears his gaze from it eventually, staring back out over the seas whipping up with the winds outside.
His gaze drops to the flower in her hand, the white petals melding and molting into vibrant red, dripping and dripping and dripping in a sound that sounds mundane and dull until it shifts to something like a clock. Tick. Tock.
He doesn’t advance closer to her, he swallows hard, trying to drown out the ticking that sounds like it might be a count down. “Must I atone?” He asks through a suddenly parched throat, stepping back to give her the space she so desperately requires when he wants nothing more to embrace her warmth – to heat up the bones that feel so cold inside. “I can fix this.” ‘I want to hold you.’ He begins to see that he can't do either.
He doesn’t realize he’s been staring at the bloom in her hands, but he tears his gaze from it eventually, staring back out over the seas whipping up with the winds outside.
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.
