// the killer in me is the killer in you, my love, i send this smile over to you
disarm you with a smile, and leave you like they left me here //
disarm you with a smile, and leave you like they left me here //
Her own admission and gentle laughter is something that distracts him, pulls him out of his own little spiral of winds that torrent his fogged mind. And he regards her with a hint more intensity, understanding and listening to her own quiet request, the realization that this isn’t Korofi, which didn’t require a male and female child and nothing more, nothing doubled. The realization that they could have as many or as little as they wanted without that royal bloodline of his to ruin it with tradition. "Then I think that settles it."
He finds himself watching her face, but seeing through her as she goes through her own turmoil of regret. Regret for her being the created child of the Grounds, whereas his are from his time enforcing back in Korofi, of taking those doubled children away from their parents. And he swallows hard, shutting it out, trying not to delve into the idea that he deserves some sort of happiness after all the horrible things he’d done.
But as Hotaru had mentioned before, it had become survival. And perhaps in her own turmoil of regret, she’ll find that it had become survival too – what ties connected her to Azrael could (and likely would) be remade and found again.
She speaks and it pulls him out of his attempts to swallow down his worries again, nodding to her slowly as he prods at the wound and tastes a hint of iron. “If a child of ours does end up Ascended, I will likely need to make some sort of bargain with Safrin.” It pains him to say it, both mentally and physically with the blood he can taste in his mouth. And he squeezes her gently, before he goes to shift her out of her lap so he might stand, might step into the bathroom to wash his mouth out. “Sorry.” An apology that’s made from him aiming to keep his lips as close together as possible, an apologetic glimmer in his steel gaze.
He finds himself watching her face, but seeing through her as she goes through her own turmoil of regret. Regret for her being the created child of the Grounds, whereas his are from his time enforcing back in Korofi, of taking those doubled children away from their parents. And he swallows hard, shutting it out, trying not to delve into the idea that he deserves some sort of happiness after all the horrible things he’d done.
But as Hotaru had mentioned before, it had become survival. And perhaps in her own turmoil of regret, she’ll find that it had become survival too – what ties connected her to Azrael could (and likely would) be remade and found again.
She speaks and it pulls him out of his attempts to swallow down his worries again, nodding to her slowly as he prods at the wound and tastes a hint of iron. “If a child of ours does end up Ascended, I will likely need to make some sort of bargain with Safrin.” It pains him to say it, both mentally and physically with the blood he can taste in his mouth. And he squeezes her gently, before he goes to shift her out of her lap so he might stand, might step into the bathroom to wash his mouth out. “Sorry.” An apology that’s made from him aiming to keep his lips as close together as possible, an apologetic glimmer in his steel gaze.
to wither in denial, the bitterness of one who's left alone
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.
