(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

He can understand the fondness she feels for Ludo — it’s the very same that he feels for Safrin, a deeper understanding and thankfulness for the deity that had changed them, adjusted them, helped them become something more. And he offers her a bright smile to that, nodding along and remaining quiet while she mentions she’ll try his tactic of asking around until Delphia comes to her.

Instead he focuses on his slight task of wetting her cheeks to cool the burns, fingers retreating as she hisses. “Sorry.” He hums quietly, giving an apologetic smile despite how he’d been trying to help. But his hands are large and rough in comparison, and she’s soft and smooth, and he can’t help but to want to continue to touch ever so gently should she let him.

But he drenched himself with more water, rising slightly as it rolls over his skin to block more of the sun from encroaching onto her, hand still tracing lazy circles along her spine, and his free hand now lifts more water to brush by her neck, fingertips soft and ghostlike along the space between where her shoulder and neck meets if she lets him. “Of course. I’m well versed in bows and daggers mostly, but I have a couple of swords and throwing knives I play with on occasion.” His gaze lifts from her neck to find her pale gaze, offering a soft boyish smile to her at the idea of seeing her with a weapon of that regard.

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