Flickering Memories

Walking in the night sky, I'm always on your side

You are really saving me

While it might have seemed boring to him, he makes no comment on it. He wasn’t in a place to judge people’s dreams, to claim his were better or grander or far more exciting. As far as he knew, he didn’t really have any anymore. But he still listens to her as she speaks, nodding along, figuring out just how she meant it. And he gives her a small nod of consolation when she mentions it was her body. He didn’t know what to say to it, to tell her, because he didn’t know either.

Her next statement makes him snort slightly and he nods with a shrug of his shoulders, biting into the lemon tart. “I suppose that’s a fair point.” He hums to her after he’s swallowed it, before she rounds the question to him and he turns to focus on her further. “Sure.” He tells her, willing to try, if only so someone else knew what it had been like.

He finishes his lemon tart and let’s his steel gaze look out over the lanterns people are hanging before he inhales. “I got involved in the underground boxing matches, and Lusea’s father was the one that ran them.” He tells her, thinking back on it. “I didn’t end up meeting her until I had left a match, barely won, bruised and bleeding and she had tended to me.” He snorts, a smile crossing his face. “She told me I was a fucking idiot.” He hums a bit of laughter at the memory before he shakes his head and looks over toward Phoebe. “She worked above in the bar, and so I frequented it to prove to her how much of an idiotic noble I was, and eventually it turned into me stealing her away from her work to go for walks or… Dancing along the rooftops.” He pauses with another small quiet smile. “We used to curse my fathers name into the ground day after day.”

SUNJATA