your hands are scarred from murder

SUNJATA

the flood

with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away

Her mock wounded look is seen through clearly as he gives her a charming grin briefly before attempting to kiss her, seeing her duck away from it before giving into him – and he sighs into it as well, content and feeling as though everything is right for once, when so much had happened that made it feel like nothing could be again. But it was, because he has her here now – together once again. “Perhaps a bit deceiving.” He says quietly before she meets his challenging look.

And her question causes his smirk to deepen slightly. “Minor difficulties, Liefde.” He hums with a wink, knowing full well how he could make her far more content than she was now without diving in deep. There’d be time for that, later when she’s healed and better. For now? He could certainly show her how much he’d missed her while she’d been gone. “Do you trust me?” He purrs, smoldering gaze questioning but confident in his abilities. "You won't even have to lift a finger..." So saying, one of his hands reaches for her own, to tangle his fingers in with her own, thumb stroking along the back of her hand should she let him.

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