heathen’s kiss

SUNJATA

i am the ocean, i am the sea

He listens while she explains, speaks of being one of the first group of Outlanders. And for a moment, Sunjata tries to imagine it – the confusion, strange amount of things that had happened, a barren wasteland for a home. Yet, somehow he wonders based on her previous description if it’s actually better than her other world. He’d take his previous world and their harsher customs, their harsher laws, (laws he broke) over this place. But at least it seemed a bit unruly, and he had already found a niche with Lucas and the rest.

But as he swirls his bread around the bowl, his eyes lift to meet her face, and he raises a brow at her reply. A soft snort leaves him and he offers her a smile. “No…” He begins, some of that previous arrogance making a display. “A bleeding heart and a truthful tongue?” He hums with a tilt of his head. “Well, don’t be telling too many about that. There’s a few unsavory people out there, might use it against you.” He offers easily, as though he’s met a few of those and wasn’t one himself. He glances to her with that smoldering gaze again. "Though you seem prepared to handle that." He smiles, glancing around the clinic and the medicine within it briefly before his eyes land back on her.

He sits back as he finishes the meal and lets his gaze linger on her again as she mentions dessert after seconds and he notices the blush that creeps along her cheeks. “Dessert too? You know how to catch the best of us.” He drapes one of his arms along the back of his chair as he looks to her, turning his head slightly to run a hand through his now dry hair, his scar full in the light that snaked from behind his ear to his neck, to the top of his chest. And then he glances back to her with a small smile. “What is for dessert?”

there is a world inside of me