hellos, goodbyes, a thousand midnights
lost in sleepless lullabies
lost in sleepless lullabies
It’s like déjà vu, the way that she repeats the words that he’s heard others say. And perhaps if he was smarter, he’d have relished in the fact that there are people out there that care. However few and far between they are. But he remains silent, unsure what to respond with – because he wasn’t exactly pleased afterwards, the whole walking around as a shell of a person, a ghost with the only purpose being what his deity wished him to do next.
But she continues on, convincing him enough to let his gaze drift back toward her, for her to plant another kiss along his scarred lips. “I shouldn’t have another one of those nights.” He replies, that same matter-of-fact tone. “Nate’s gone.” And the only thing that had kept him from launching himself into oblivion as he wanted to do, were the twins they had adopted, safely nestled with the family they had adored during the safe haven. Who was he to bring them back to a broken man with an unstable ability to care for them?
“I don’t have a companion anymore to cleave my soul in two.” Another been there, done that. “But I appreciate it, Isla. I’m here for you too.” He says, adjusting just so that the arms around her tighten in a soft squeeze, his gaze remaining on hers as if he debates something with himself.
A few heartbeats later and he pushes forward, catching her lips with his in a surprisingly greedy display given the indifference he’d been speaking with. An unspoken thank you.
But she continues on, convincing him enough to let his gaze drift back toward her, for her to plant another kiss along his scarred lips. “I shouldn’t have another one of those nights.” He replies, that same matter-of-fact tone. “Nate’s gone.” And the only thing that had kept him from launching himself into oblivion as he wanted to do, were the twins they had adopted, safely nestled with the family they had adored during the safe haven. Who was he to bring them back to a broken man with an unstable ability to care for them?
“I don’t have a companion anymore to cleave my soul in two.” Another been there, done that. “But I appreciate it, Isla. I’m here for you too.” He says, adjusting just so that the arms around her tighten in a soft squeeze, his gaze remaining on hers as if he debates something with himself.
A few heartbeats later and he pushes forward, catching her lips with his in a surprisingly greedy display given the indifference he’d been speaking with. An unspoken thank you.
the flood
heaven's dreaming thoughtless thoughts,
my friends, we know we'll be ghosts again
my friends, we know we'll be ghosts again
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.
