(o) Familiar stranger

SUNJATA

i found hope in a hopeless home
found my father but i lost my soul

Rain, so much rain. It’s been a while since he’s been drenched like this. The jacket does little to prevent the rain from penetrating his clothes underneath. He doesn’t really want to be out, but he’s forgotten something important that he needs for the next day and it brings him, drenched, to the markets in search of the item. Something for the twins, something for himself, something to take his mind off of the peace treaty he’s attempting to do when all he wants to do is everything but.

The young demigod grabs the items once he’s traded for them, a tension from his shoulders that only grows as soon as he turns around and spots her – like a ghost. He could ignore her, but he knows that he shouldn’t, not when he’s looked straight at her. So he clutches the bag close to him, drifts under the cover of the building to hide from the rain, too, before he works his jaw. “Back in the Grounds again?” He asks by way of greeting, unsure what to even start with given that last conversation they had in Torchline what felt like ages ago.

i tried to trace it, i aimed to scope
been tryna kill it, but it's all i know