(SE) when the nighttime comes, say yes

SUNJATA

i'm drowning in all these voices in the sea
and meeting all my vices in the ring

She lets him vent and that’s an absolute gold star in his book, drawing quiet at the end of his tale to let himself focus on her. His fingers continue their idle strokes, thinking nothing of it as she picks up on the daughter of Mort. A light smile blooms across his face at that, somewhat thankful she doesn’t comment on the spiderweb nightmare of his life. “The very same.” He offers her, softer, hoarse as he finally catches his breath though his inhales still remain short.

A thought strikes him then and he peers at her again curiously, smile softening. “Why do you ask?” A quieter question, hoping he hasn’t touched on something sensitive for her, keeping her close to await her response.

He hadn’t intended the conversation to go this way, but she hasn’t run off yet, and he wonders if perhaps she’s keeping her word, keeping their agreement in the quiet confines of each other’s embrace as the sun continues to drift through the sky. Gently, he holds her close and shifts in the water so that he can black the sun from her skin, inspecting to ensure she hasn’t burned as the tan deepens along his own.

so step inside, i ain't afraid to bleed
there ain't a casket strong enough for me