i am so spooky, i'm the shit

you're never gonna get it, I'm a hazard to myself

Finding himself surprisingly content to be Sunjata's hot water bottle, as the arms come slipping around him Danta lets hismelf relax bonelessly into the den and against the man at his back, seizing one of the pillows to hug to his chest as if to surround himself in comfort on all sides. "Of course they are the sort of frogs that hop, Jata," he scoffs, voice muffled and offended at the idea that he'd make anything but.

"I'll show you how to make them if you don't know already. But... later. I'm gonna pass out for a while if that's cool with you?" The Flood, obviously, is more than welcome to stay and seize on the opportunity for rest and relaxation as well. It might not have been the initial plan for his visit to King's End, but honestly, with the heat of the room sinking into his bones and the quiet of the imagined Climb outside, it's everything he could ask for.

Dantalion

I'll break it to you easy, this is hell

SUNJATA

angel loves to keep me spinning, much too high to see
that all these chains have started thinning & hell is breaking free

“Hey, I dunno.” The Flood mutters into the rogue blonde strands his face is suddenly pressed into (not that he’s complaining). If anything, it’s a warm relaxation he hasn’t had in what feels like forever, striving to soothe some hidden wound that seems like it’s trying to subconsciously reopen.

The offer to show him how to do it after a nap is one that Sunjata can absolutely get behind. And as he curls up with the Maverick and lets his wings drape around like its own burrito of a blanket, Sunjata finds the heat radiating from the Ancient to be everything he needs to find his gaze growing tired. “Yeah, that’s cool with me.” He murmurs a touch sleepily, falling into a low and warm and comfortable slumber along with Danta.

- FIN

every choice, every lie, demons that he kept inside
angel now that i've stopped spinning, could you come clean?