i guess time is my enemy

SUNJATA

the flood

snow glistens on the ledge, whiskey on the bed
shake it out and light a cigarette

There’s a slight grin that spreads along his face when she concedes to his point, knowing deep down that she was right about it and it was mostly him just being an idiot as was the norm, but he can’t help but to take the little victories when he could. Still, he keeps her close, fingers running through her hair, brushing along her neck and shoulder, nestled in the pillows and couch as they were. Sunjata wasn’t much of a touchy person, not until Lusea’s return. And with the partners that came after it only made him even more touchy, to feel and ensure the fact that they were alive rather than ghosts, to be able to remember the feel of them when they left again and again.

So when she speaks, he peers at her, leaning and nuzzling his face gently into her hand as she cups his jaw and her thumb strokes his cheek. “That’s what I thought.” He half rumbles, before he leans in to place a kiss to her forehead, gentle and soft and so much at odds with what they’d just done with one another and the primal danger they’d included. He could be soft when he needed to be, when he wanted to be. “I did. I think I definitely picked right.” He hums to her, a rogue smirk crossing his face. “A far better outcome than sitting in the heat and staring at the ugly spire, hm?”

miss me when you, you wish you weren't right
shake me all out if i'm wrong, for you, for you