walk through those flames

is this heartache we can fix?

in the morning when we wake?

There’s more force behind Loren’s no this time, and his ears flicker, waving in a slight hint of uncertainty. Don’t ever think that? It’s been a common occurrence in his mind for years, since he was seventeen, since it all started, since the snowball began to grow bigger and bigger into a boulder that blazed a path wherever he’d gone. But he doesn’t comment on it, instead he keeps the quiet sorrow, those feelings, close to himself and hoping none of it spills over into the bond they share.

The mention of sacrificing himself for others does feel truthful, with the way that Loren had been the one to stand in the way and burn the Rathskeller down. The way that when he had gone out over LongNight to inspect the Luxere, that he had been the one to open the door and get him back in. His head shakes slightly, denying the fact that he could ever honor anyone. He had nothing to offer. What did anyone even see in him? How. It comes out flat, eyes narrowing on the badger. What do I even have to offer anyone? I’ve done jack shit since I got here. Aside from breaking hearts and… Well, that’s mostly it.

when i'm sober, would you stay?

SUNJATA