Went to sea in a sieve

THE FLOOD

// take my heart and make it feel,
take my soul and make it real

“What I’ve dreamed to do to him.” Sunjata murmurs, equally as dark and potentially bloodthirsty. But who could blame him? The root of so many of Sunjata’s problems and the entire reason he is the way he is was because of that vile, terrible man. But, at least, the conversation shifts and he doesn’t delve into the idea of reminding her of how his father had broken his wing, how Nate had pieced it back together. She knows those stories already. She knows him.

He stays lingering back from the spines until the jar is secured and he watches as the fire engulfs the gloves, watching the ash float away on a breeze before his eyes lock on her again, the offer made with a soft smile in response to her small grin. The idea of it, though, is one that has him stepping closer to her, hands seeking out her middle to pull her into him for an easy hug, if not playful in the sense of how his lips quirk into a smirk.

“I will be.” He agrees without a single chance of her to doubt him. “And maybe to make you extra comfortable, we should borrow one of the rooms?” To be her ideal space in the first place, to have him there, what could be more comfortable for her?

'cause i was bright, yeah I was pale and blue,
starry eyed by every thought of you //