i guess time is my enemy

SUNJATA

the flood

i'm nothing more than a page unwritten
on the pavement, blowing in the wind

A hum of a mirthless laugh is given back to Weaver, a slight tilt and bob of his head to that. “It was one thing Lusea and I agreed on. No kids, because growing up in Korofi was hard enough as is… Let alone, adding to it.” There’s something strange in his heart that settles with that. “Growing up there was shit enough, let alone adding someone defenseless to it.” His lip curls with that, but he’s thankful when she begins to refill the shot glass, lifting his up as well as his shadowed gaze to meet hers own.

He hums, a smaller smile growing, but he toasts it nonetheless, lifting it to his lips and taking the shot and swallowing against the burn before his gaze focuses on her again – a bit more intently. “A bit better.” A small wry smile to that before he braces his arms on the table, turning his attention entirely onto her now, lifting the cigarette to his lips. “So, now that you’ve gotten me to spill most of my life story, what about yours?” A raise of his brow to that – a tilt of his head decidedly avian to accompany it.

you win a lot, and you lose
just a little bit more than you gained in the end