// the killer in me is the killer in you, my love, i send this smile over to you
disarm you with a smile, and leave you like they left me here //
disarm you with a smile, and leave you like they left me here //
“I did.” He agrees softly. He did come home, and he knows deep down they would’ve waited however long it took for him to show back up, either breathing or not. He would’ve made it back one way or another, though he gladly prefers this version of the story, where he can hold her in his lap, wrap his arms around her and bury his face into her blonde hair, pulling away only when she does to bury her face against the tattooed compass on his neck. “I always come home.” He assures her, a hoarse and throaty rumble from his throat.
But he feels her shoulders quake, feels the slight wetness of tears along his skin and the shirt he wears. He holds her tighter to him, his unscarred side of his face pressing against the crown of her head. “I won’t, Ru. I promise.” He vows, assuring her that he wouldn’t — at least not by his own free will. Promises had always been a difficult thing for Sunjata, so prone to breaking them that he simply avoided saying it at all anymore.
This, though? This he can promise her as he tucks her in against him tighter, trying to give her the room to let it all out. “It’s okay. I’m okay.” He manages, squeezing his eyes shut as he holds her close, trying to wordlessly give her the ability to let the tears out, to become a mess. Gods know Sunjata’s in the same boat, trying to come to terms with everything that’s happened.
But he feels her shoulders quake, feels the slight wetness of tears along his skin and the shirt he wears. He holds her tighter to him, his unscarred side of his face pressing against the crown of her head. “I won’t, Ru. I promise.” He vows, assuring her that he wouldn’t — at least not by his own free will. Promises had always been a difficult thing for Sunjata, so prone to breaking them that he simply avoided saying it at all anymore.
This, though? This he can promise her as he tucks her in against him tighter, trying to give her the room to let it all out. “It’s okay. I’m okay.” He manages, squeezing his eyes shut as he holds her close, trying to wordlessly give her the ability to let the tears out, to become a mess. Gods know Sunjata’s in the same boat, trying to come to terms with everything that’s happened.
to wither in denial, the bitterness of one who's left alone
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.
