'Cause sometimes we don't really notice just how good it can get
so maybe we should start all over
so maybe we should start all over
Her defenses have everything and nothing to do with him. He makes it so hard to think, which makes it nearly impossible to control herself or her emotions, as evidenced by her outburst. Even breathing is difficult because she can only smell him. The mending of their relationship is like a blindfold that leaves her stumbling and uncertain of where they stand, what he makes her feel, how she's supposed to feel. After two years of rigid boundaries, a regimented schedule, and intentional isolation it's like a sensory overload.
"Protective or fearful?" It is intended to come out on a challenging tone but it strays wide into something more like fright, like uncertainty. Biting her tongue she drops her eyes to somewhere around their waists, pulse fluttering in her neck. "Regardless. I'm ashamed of how much still lingers, too. Things I can't let go of that mean I can't have this space even if I wanted it." Though her wording is intentionally vague, Sunjata is not a dull man. Certainly not when it comes to reading her. There's a reason these elements exist in tandem, and they both know why. Fur and feathers, sunlight and heat, sea breeze and waves. Impossible to recreate in Halo.
His own admission makes her feel less queasy about her own, and the hard cut of her shoulders softens, the white of her knuckles regaining a bit of color around her arms. "Maybe that's better though," she murmurs, hoping vainly to provide him some small comfort. "Easier, at least." So long as he seeks out that person it means no matter where he goes, that comfort will follow. Finally daring to glance upwards into his eyes, her lips twist into a bitter, wry smile. "Personally when I indulge these days it is both rare, swift, and assuredly only once." Never taking home the same person twice, and only ever strangers. "Maybe I'll visit the brothel as a customer. Halovian numbers are slim." Trying for humor and falling a little short.
"Protective or fearful?" It is intended to come out on a challenging tone but it strays wide into something more like fright, like uncertainty. Biting her tongue she drops her eyes to somewhere around their waists, pulse fluttering in her neck. "Regardless. I'm ashamed of how much still lingers, too. Things I can't let go of that mean I can't have this space even if I wanted it." Though her wording is intentionally vague, Sunjata is not a dull man. Certainly not when it comes to reading her. There's a reason these elements exist in tandem, and they both know why. Fur and feathers, sunlight and heat, sea breeze and waves. Impossible to recreate in Halo.
His own admission makes her feel less queasy about her own, and the hard cut of her shoulders softens, the white of her knuckles regaining a bit of color around her arms. "Maybe that's better though," she murmurs, hoping vainly to provide him some small comfort. "Easier, at least." So long as he seeks out that person it means no matter where he goes, that comfort will follow. Finally daring to glance upwards into his eyes, her lips twist into a bitter, wry smile. "Personally when I indulge these days it is both rare, swift, and assuredly only once." Never taking home the same person twice, and only ever strangers. "Maybe I'll visit the brothel as a customer. Halovian numbers are slim." Trying for humor and falling a little short.
start all over again
Hotaru
