Isla
"Oh, shit," Isla blurts, because whenever she thinks the and thens of Sunjata's trauma have finally reached the end of the line, another one spills out. "I mean - I'm sorry," she continues, huffing out a long sigh and ruffling her fingers through her wind-tossed hair. "Where are they now?" His child, she means.
Not expecting to feel relief that Sunjata has no intention of stepping back into Safrin's starlight, but indeed feeling it nevertheless, the Remedy shuffles to lay with him again, throwing an arm back around him and peering up at the sky. "I'm proud of you, for talking with Bart and Mel tonight," she murmurs. "Maybe soon you'll be able to think more about the future than the past."
Realising all too quickly that Sunjata might not want to in some regards, Isla winces. "I don't mean about Nate," she adds softly and apologetically. "Just about your other relationships. Ones that you could make good again, you know?"
Not expecting to feel relief that Sunjata has no intention of stepping back into Safrin's starlight, but indeed feeling it nevertheless, the Remedy shuffles to lay with him again, throwing an arm back around him and peering up at the sky. "I'm proud of you, for talking with Bart and Mel tonight," she murmurs. "Maybe soon you'll be able to think more about the future than the past."
Realising all too quickly that Sunjata might not want to in some regards, Isla winces. "I don't mean about Nate," she adds softly and apologetically. "Just about your other relationships. Ones that you could make good again, you know?"
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
