no one's coming to save you, swing that sword that you made
“It’s okay.” He says quickly, even if internally it doesn’t feel okay. It wasn’t her fault – simply just a rearing of the ugly head of his separation anxiety, of his trauma where people left and just… Didn’t come back. Even if there wasn’t a threat around. So he feels like he has to explain it, even if it doesn’t matter and he, in his self pity, imagines she probably doesn’t care that much. “I don’t… Do that well with not knowing.” A shoulder rises and falls in a shrug and he bypasses the thought as quickly as it's come, unable to actually say what he wants to.
He doesn’t know why, but the fact remains. The nudge to his elbow breaks him out of it, though, and his gaze drifts from the strange well toward the Ascended again, breaking his internal train of thought that has him chewing on the inside of his cheek until it’s raw. “I’d like that.” He agrees, turning to pull himself away from the wishing well that sparks up a sour note in his stomach, only pausing as she continues quietly – the only solace being the golden earring in his ear that allows him to hear her whisper under her breath.
“Yes and no.” He says softly, reaching up to tug the scarf around his neck. “There’s no… Set way to grieve, you know? They say there’s those five stages but they rarely go in that exact order. Getting to say goodbye just brought it all back to the start.” So it would take time, and she’d likely have to go through it all again. But the difference this time around is that she isn’t alone to deal with it.
And besides, if it had been him? Well, he’d likely have been thrown asunder again, reverting hard into the past year.
He doesn’t know why, but the fact remains. The nudge to his elbow breaks him out of it, though, and his gaze drifts from the strange well toward the Ascended again, breaking his internal train of thought that has him chewing on the inside of his cheek until it’s raw. “I’d like that.” He agrees, turning to pull himself away from the wishing well that sparks up a sour note in his stomach, only pausing as she continues quietly – the only solace being the golden earring in his ear that allows him to hear her whisper under her breath.
“Yes and no.” He says softly, reaching up to tug the scarf around his neck. “There’s no… Set way to grieve, you know? They say there’s those five stages but they rarely go in that exact order. Getting to say goodbye just brought it all back to the start.” So it would take time, and she’d likely have to go through it all again. But the difference this time around is that she isn’t alone to deal with it.
And besides, if it had been him? Well, he’d likely have been thrown asunder again, reverting hard into the past year.
the flood
with the pain that they gave you, like the pain is gonna save you
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
