don't you know i'm no good for you?
Nothing good isn’t the answer he wants to hear, nor does it spark any sort of relief within him. If anything, it burns further in his gut, that panging, glimmering sorrow of the depths of him he’s not sure even has a bottom anymore. So he downs his glass of water, pulls out something strong, pours one for her and one for himself before dropping into a seat.
But he waits before drinking it, for his gaze to linger on the way Wessex stares at the glass, before her words are uttered with a slight glance sent his way. And he stills, glass still in his hand, gaze narrowing on Wessex to try and find the lie as if he’s unsure he can handle yet another blow. And Weaver? Out of everyone he simply thought she’d be the one that lasted. Perhaps her fires burned too hot too, scorching her out with a recklessness they both had ingrained into their thick skulls.
So he leans back, huffing out a deep sigh, some laugh of disbelief crossing him momentarily before he shakes his head. “What happened?” Because it had to be more than a simple death. If he knew Weaver at all, he at least knew that.
But he waits before drinking it, for his gaze to linger on the way Wessex stares at the glass, before her words are uttered with a slight glance sent his way. And he stills, glass still in his hand, gaze narrowing on Wessex to try and find the lie as if he’s unsure he can handle yet another blow. And Weaver? Out of everyone he simply thought she’d be the one that lasted. Perhaps her fires burned too hot too, scorching her out with a recklessness they both had ingrained into their thick skulls.
So he leans back, huffing out a deep sigh, some laugh of disbelief crossing him momentarily before he shakes his head. “What happened?” Because it had to be more than a simple death. If he knew Weaver at all, he at least knew that.
i've learned to lose, you can't afford to
SUNJATA
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
