your hands are scarred from murder

SUNJATA

the flood

with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away

“Mmm…” He trails off a small amount, head tilting slightly as he works his fingers through her hair. “Can’t say I mind it either.” Agreeing, he smiles at the way she tilts her head back into his touch, his fingers and comb lathering it through and scrubbing gently at her scalp until the water begins to run somewhat clear when he moves the attempts to her temple to get the dried blood off. She holds him close and he remains there as a pillar for her, fingers trailing down the side of her neck where her hair sprouted behind her ear.

Her comment of missing him too has him smiling softly, before he contemplates her next question. “I’m… A bit drunk to be honest.” He admits with a small huff of a sound that could be considered amusement despite it all. “But I’ve been okay.” He tells her gently, before leaning down somewhat to kiss her gently on her lips. “Lots of self reflection I guess. It’s quiet when you’re not around.” He teases her, searching her gaze while his own lightens the storm clouds within.

further away from this mistake
i'm no savior, i'm no saint