i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
It’s mixed signals, really, with the way he’s answered her questions and feeling not unlike someone that’s failed a test. But he’s come to terms with it, and like he said — he doesn’t want anything. If she pushed him out the door from his admission, he would understand, has already said as much.
She doesn’t say anything, though, lets him get his words out in his own time just as she had the knack to do, and when he’s done and uncertain, on that slippery slope of deciding whether or not he’s made a mistake in admitting everything he felt.
She moves beside him, though, her hand leaving his face in a way that feels somehow even colder than the subject matter. But it settles on his thigh and he does reach out for it, the offering there, and tilts his head to listen to her, feathers ruffling as he moves. “You can?” He asks, the surprise whispering out of his voice, brows pinching as he turns to look at her.
He exhales a shuddering breath, nodding and out of words, at least until she mentions King’s End being closer than Torchline, and he does manage to crack a smile, sighing a soft laugh as her head presses against his shoulder. “Not by much, but it is something.” He agrees softly, smiling a gentler smile than he has before as his head tilts to press his cheek to the top of Hotaru’s head, swapping his hand that holds her own for the other so he can wrap his arm around her and pull her into his chest.
“So, how are we going to start?” He wants to try, but he doesn’t know where to even begin.
She doesn’t say anything, though, lets him get his words out in his own time just as she had the knack to do, and when he’s done and uncertain, on that slippery slope of deciding whether or not he’s made a mistake in admitting everything he felt.
She moves beside him, though, her hand leaving his face in a way that feels somehow even colder than the subject matter. But it settles on his thigh and he does reach out for it, the offering there, and tilts his head to listen to her, feathers ruffling as he moves. “You can?” He asks, the surprise whispering out of his voice, brows pinching as he turns to look at her.
He exhales a shuddering breath, nodding and out of words, at least until she mentions King’s End being closer than Torchline, and he does manage to crack a smile, sighing a soft laugh as her head presses against his shoulder. “Not by much, but it is something.” He agrees softly, smiling a gentler smile than he has before as his head tilts to press his cheek to the top of Hotaru’s head, swapping his hand that holds her own for the other so he can wrap his arm around her and pull her into his chest.
“So, how are we going to start?” He wants to try, but he doesn’t know where to even begin.
the flood
that's why i'm broken, yeah,
am i a villain or a saint?
am i a villain or a saint?
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.
