i am so fucking done

cause the lyrics is litreally the scene below.

I've never seen you smiling so bigIt's nautical themed,

and there's something I'm supposed to say

But can't for the life of me remember what it is

And if I could give you the moon

I would give you the moon

You are sick, and you're married

and the forshadowing --> But it's sad that his baby died

like ok sukhi we get it. you the prophet. why did we make the half batshit crazy guy the prophet again?

its kinda funny how he's always having a glare off with jahaan like every love intrests do for the ml isnt helping the case!!

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[also what is the white pill case thing that sukhi is holding?]

i have been hysterically laughing at the idea of bernie sanders wanting desi!abo. save me. SAVE ME

Sukhi grows up in foster care, jostled from one home to the next. It's not ideal to develop normally, in terms of pheromones, as safety is essential for the system to kickstart and for presentation to go smoothly. Therefore, he's late and half-convinced he's a Beta by the time it happens. Thankfully, he's in Mariama's home, and Mariama's always been safe. Can't say the same for all the people he's grown up around.

Still, he doesn't smell much, and for a few years the heats are infrequent in a way that hints he could be infertile, or not particularly potent. That's ok; the places he's starting to slither into are not very easy to access to male omegas, and with just a hint of suppressant he can pass as a non-threatening beta and get on with work.

It's annoying, because as soon as he meets Pali he wants the younger boy's friendship and approval so bad, but that's also when his body decides that things should click, and he has to up the suppressants, now, because he's starting to smell and the heats are growing in intensity and regularity.

He deals with them by himself, and, occasionally, a boy he grew up with in foster care that was around when he presented. Nothing too romantic, just business. Safer that way.

Pali's close to finding out a few times. Suppressants going out like candles in the wind, or when Sukhi enters the boxing room and is hit with pheromones from everywhere, his own system going into overdrive in response.

Jaahan stares and sniffs, sometimes, as if she's searching for something, but can't quite put her finger on it. He can't help but be a barrier between her and Pali, even though he knows that they make sense, that they'll end up together -- it's just that he's been around Pali for so long, been so soothed by having him around, that he can't help but want more for himself.

He does the laundry for the boxers, sometimes, picks up the dirty clothing they let strewn all over the floor, and he pilfers some of Pali's, because it smells nice. His whole place already smells like Pali, anyway, even though he spends more time in Pali's flat than his own.

Käthe Hecht: Roe deer fawn lying down, circa 1920/1930