all you have is your fire

i try to keep it in line, maybe i'm just not the one

Oh she’s having none of it, and he can tell his attempts at jesting and poking fun at his shitshow of a life isn’t working. So fine, if she wants fire, he’ll give her his flood – gaze focusing and narrowing a small amount more on her as she offers the retort of what he plans to do in Torchline. And well, since she’s his niece, perhaps it’s time she learns a thing or two more about him.

“I’m moving my guild here. I’ve got the boxing ring. I’ve got whatever else Safrin needs me to do.” He says somewhat flatly, head tilting up to regard her a bit more, all the amusement and ire gone from his gaze. “And likely trying to get a hand in the smuggling business that’s going on here once I’m done in Halo.” There she has it, the true motives of things he plans on doing all jokes aside.

And when she tells him that she’s chasing power and strength, there’s a quiet huff that leaves him, a nostalgic smile that crosses his face as he looks at the water that crashes along the beach before his gaze flickers back to hers. “Become the bigger monster, Melita.” He hums to her, taking a step toward her and letting his steel gaze follow down to her. “But you can’t save all of them.” A bit of brutal honesty to that, a knowing glance that seems to say that he’s tried and tried before and failed. Again. And again.

but you know i would

SuNJATA