it's casting shadows and lies

// the edge is getting closer, it's a long spiral down. it's so fun to fly 'til you hit the ground
i think i'm getting too close, i think i'm getting too close //

He’s worked to clean up the blood Vai had left behind on the couch, to pick up the bucket and rag and clean that up as well before tending to his quite sore lip and bruised jaw. In fact, he’s detached himself so much from it all that he stands at the kitchen counter, a paper before him, Melita’s name written on the top and telling her that she needed to come home now, that they needed to talk, that something had happened and he doesn’t know how to explain it other than how he already told Zeph.

The knock at the door has him tensing, setting the writing utensil down, muscles feathering in his jaw as he works it. “It’s open.” He hadn’t even considered locking the door, not sure if it even mattered anymore.

Ronin’s voice breaks through, though, breaks through his haze – and despite Sunjata being confused as to why Ronin would be here, his emotions are in such a sharp overdrive that he can’t help the shimmer from growing in his eyes as he abandons all else to move toward the door. “Ronin?” He says, breathes, voice cracking a fraction as he swallows hard tries not to let some sort of relief swell through him.

it's hard to get to heaven with my head in my hands

SUNJATA