your hands are scarred from murder

SUNJATA

the flood

with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away

“I’m glad you’ve found someone like that.” He tells her softly – meaning every word of it. He is glad, happy even that she’s branched out and found friendships with those around her – others that would keep her safe if she didn’t take care of it enough for herself. It was good enough for him. But still, she pokes her tongue at him as he corrects her, and he smirks briefly before leaning down to kiss her nose –

But then her head lifts and he kisses her lips gently, and as he withdraws a small fraction he can see the Cheshire smile along her face – like a cat perfectly content with the situation she finds herself in. “Perhaps you’re not as tired as you lead me to think you were?” He hums with a tilt of his head, keeping his arms braced on either side of her, a smirk continuing to linger on his lips.

He leans in again to kiss her a bit more fully, a bit deeper – savoring her. But before he goes to withdraw, he aims a playful nip to her lower lip before his steel gaze searches her own pale ones, a smoldering beneath the silver. “I think we can change that.” It’s half a tease and half a promise, brow lifting somewhat suggestively.

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