your hands are scarred from murder

SUNJATA

the flood

with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away

He lets her explain, brow raising with the quiet question, taking in what she says as easily as he can before she comments that she’d done a blind deal. And he’s surprised by this, enough so that he keeps it quelled within, unsure what to say to it, unsure what the parameters of the deal were when it came to taking one open like that. Part of him worries about it, if the Cloud Manta had been this bad… How would the deal of whatever this other man wanted come about? What would it mean? Would she be harmed in much of the same way like this or… More mentally?

But he lets himself think on it, drowns in the kiss and the prospect of a simplified future before Caido changed their plans again. He pulls himself close to her, feels her arms slip around his neck, feels her melt into his lips, and he gives into her as well. At least, for a moment, before he breaks and the words finally come to the forefront of his mind, his forehead aiming to rest against her own as he searches her gaze. “A blind deal?” He asks quietly, though there’s a spark of that protective concern in the storms of his eyes.

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