One foot in sea and one on shore

// ships are launching from my chest
some have names but most do not //

Thankfully the blunder is bypassed, in favor for one that hits him in return. And all he can do is hum a note of agreement, letting loose a heavy sigh and a small twitch of a smile. “Yeah, neither did I. She didn’t give me a choice, though.” Which had caused his own upset, the guilt over Haai’s death something he’d had to deal with then and there so that he didn’t ruin the cubs chance at surviving him alongside everything else.

But as the conversation continues and they haven’t gotten into a fight yet, Sunjata shifts to settle rather than stand, making sure that Petronella can’t escape the confines of his shoulder. Eventually, though, the dripping sea panther settles, stretching across his shoulders to clean her paws while he kneels. “It’s better than being Ascended, though.” He offers her gently, looking away the second that she does to scan the colorful stones within the water. “I suppose it’s taking some getting used to when it comes to eating again?” And despite the hardships, at least it seemed like the Ancient were alive again.

No longer cold to the touch robotic creatures, the Ancient could eat and drink and fuck all they wanted. Which, despite how much Sunjata’s changed, still remained part of his comforts of living.

the flood

// if you find one, please,
let me know what piece i've lost //