Ain't No Sunshine When She's Gone

don't you know i'm no good for you?

Already there’s too much on his mind, as there is bound to be. Between the volcano eruption, the news of Maea, the spirals he’s been getting into – becoming a part of this government when he’d mostly sworn them off for good. Things were changing, he couldn’t keep up, and he felt hollow inside and out for it. In fact, the only thing that was his guiding him was likely the daggers at his side, Safrin designed and spiraled – as well as the tattoo that blacks out his left arm from beneath the feather tattoos to his wrist in whirls of waves speckled with galaxies. The rest of him? A mess, exhaustion causing bags beneath his eyes and a few Ascended bites that pepper along bronze skin, a heavy almost sullen air about him wherever he went.

So of course, it’s to Safrin’s lighthouse he goes, the place where he’d found Maea after their first somewhat small argument – when Haai had been insistent on greeting the girl despite the awkwardness it could bring.

He doesn’t expect to see too many people around anymore, not with the ash that still flutters in the wind and coats the ground, mixing and melding into chalky designs of foot traffic. His gaze is immediately drawn out over the coast to the lightning that strikes out in the distance, something shivering in his spine at the recollection of his last meeting with Safrin, and then Jigano’s silhouette distracts him.  Hey. He says simply through the attuned bond, sound full of exhaustion and a tinge of sorrow.

i've learned to lose, you can't afford to

SUNJATA