your hands are scarred from murder

SUNJATA

the flood

with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away

“Well, you deserved to know if we’re to make this work.” He offers with a hint of that teasing back, leaning against the wall as a pillar for her to stand against. But when she speaks of Loren, he simply listens, until a quiet chuckle leaves him at the end. “We’ll see if he’s lucky enough to find a ‘you’.” He rumbles, looking down to her as she lifts her chin up to catch his gaze – his own are lighter now, knowing that she’s there – safe and sound within his arms.

“Oh absolutely not.” He gives her a playful smirk – turning it into something to joke about if only to keep the darker thoughts away. He goes to stand up a small amount more, bending just enough to kiss her forehead lightly as the water begins to turn cold. “I’ve no idea what kind of army might appear at my doorstep if I ever even thought about it.” There’s a smile to his tone and his face as it lights up a small amount before he reaches forward to turn off the shower.

He pulls the curtain back, reaching for the towels to hand to her so she could dry herself off in the least painful way. “Are you feeling better now?” He asks quietly, reaching for his own towel to wipe away the water along his neck and down his chest.

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