comes and goes in waves

// i am the man we both couldn't stand. i can't wash the dirt from my hands. what was it like to feel in love?
i can't scrub off the black from my lungs, i can't wipe off the taste from my tongue //

He watches the pillow land as he stretches out, shoving to prop a leg up on Jack’s bed, letting his gaze focus on the captain again. “You’ll be fine.” He rumbles with all the air of a parent soothing an anxious child. “It’s not like last time.” He works his jaw, remembering the punch to it vividly. “I was low and you did me a favor.” There’s a raise of his brow as he focuses back on Jack, then, a toothy smirk crossing his face. “You’ll be fine.” He assures the captain, nothing but belief in those words.

It had just been a quick fuck, after all, though the placement of the marks on his neck were probably all the grumbling the captain would get. “Alright, so go get some shit and come back and blab to yourself in your hoard.” He raises a hand to wave about the very dragon like hoarding going on within the walls of this room. “For whenever they happen. You’ll be fine soon enough.” To be honest, Jack looks like shit and Sunjata doesn’t envy that sort of mental pain at all.

i am the shadow driving the hearse, what was it like to feel in love? what was it like to feel?

SUNJATA