hide your secrets, disguise your weakness
and lose yourself inside your busy head
She pauses as he reaches out for her, thanking her for being there for him when everything else had been so unsure, so terrible that he hadn’t helped himself at all when he had every option available to him. He’d leaned on her, helped her train, helped her in what way he could. But Safrin had helped him understand that it was quite possible that he wasn’t good at helping.
And look at where it got him now? A confession, as she slings the bag over her shoulder and picks up the other two. That she loves him, and he stills near the bar, the storms to his eyes shuddering slightly when he looks back to her. “Maea…” A deep rumble, a frown threatening at the corner of his lips to expand.
He hadn’t wanted her to. Hadn’t wanted her to fall so deeply, so quickly. It felt like before, when every time he’d told them not to fall in love with him because he’d only shatter the heart that held the love for him. A shaky exhale. “You can’t… You can’t love me. Whatever it is you feel, it's... I'm sorry.” He stumbles to say as he turns back to her, voice rough and far thicker in his accent.
Because love meant far more permanent feelings, far deeper than he had ever anticipated. Far more than he ever deserved from anyone and anything.
It had been a crush at first. That's what it had been. That's what he thought it still was.
And look at where it got him now? A confession, as she slings the bag over her shoulder and picks up the other two. That she loves him, and he stills near the bar, the storms to his eyes shuddering slightly when he looks back to her. “Maea…” A deep rumble, a frown threatening at the corner of his lips to expand.
He hadn’t wanted her to. Hadn’t wanted her to fall so deeply, so quickly. It felt like before, when every time he’d told them not to fall in love with him because he’d only shatter the heart that held the love for him. A shaky exhale. “You can’t… You can’t love me. Whatever it is you feel, it's... I'm sorry.” He stumbles to say as he turns back to her, voice rough and far thicker in his accent.
Because love meant far more permanent feelings, far deeper than he had ever anticipated. Far more than he ever deserved from anyone and anything.
It had been a crush at first. That's what it had been. That's what he thought it still was.
burn your bridges, and leave no witnesses
all alone inside your busy head
SuNJATA
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
