hellos, goodbyes, a thousand midnights
lost in sleepless lullabies
lost in sleepless lullabies
There’s some part of the Flood that knows that Remi sharing his emotions is an attempt to help, but Sunjata shies away from the devastation that pours from the other man, that hollow feeling opening up the pit in his stomach not unlike when he’d lost so many before. He knows what the devastation is like, maybe not for a child, but he’d felt the loss of his soul tearing in two. He’d felt the loss of losing the love of his life. He continued to lose and lose.
And maybe that’s why in the face of the relief that Remi offers shortly after, it doesn’t soothe any of the discomfort that pulses in his chest. I know. He thinks back toward Remi before the Bastion releases him and the sudden panic of Hotaru’s infection overwhelms his emotions; especially on the heels of the devastation just shared. “She left before I had a chance to tell her where I was going.” He says to Remi with a slight frown — even if he hadn’t known what exactly the Bastion and the Valkyrie had talked about.
He cannot keep losing, right? Eventually something is going to have to give. “Probably.” Comes the weary answer before he’s glancing over toward Ronin, the muscles gathering in his jaw as he finally finds the ability in himself to stand, even if he still keeps his distance, a frown shot the White Knights way even if there wasn’t really any disrespect. “I never come here, it looks different from what I remembered.” He tries to defend himself, before he’s shoving his hands into his pockets to retrieve his gloves. “..Speaking of.. Sorry Deimos.” He really doesn’t make it a point to travel into regions he isn’t welcome unannounced.
In fact it’s the first time the Flood has been to Halo in years.
“Let me at least try to see her. Maybe it’s as easy as suggesting she comes to visit you, Deimos.” He suggests as he wars with his stomach and the cold chill in the air, replacing the anxious navy feathers with the warm black tufts of fur of his shepherd shift, intermixing in with the dark curls of his hair as he waits to see if there’s more questions.
And maybe that’s why in the face of the relief that Remi offers shortly after, it doesn’t soothe any of the discomfort that pulses in his chest. I know. He thinks back toward Remi before the Bastion releases him and the sudden panic of Hotaru’s infection overwhelms his emotions; especially on the heels of the devastation just shared. “She left before I had a chance to tell her where I was going.” He says to Remi with a slight frown — even if he hadn’t known what exactly the Bastion and the Valkyrie had talked about.
He cannot keep losing, right? Eventually something is going to have to give. “Probably.” Comes the weary answer before he’s glancing over toward Ronin, the muscles gathering in his jaw as he finally finds the ability in himself to stand, even if he still keeps his distance, a frown shot the White Knights way even if there wasn’t really any disrespect. “I never come here, it looks different from what I remembered.” He tries to defend himself, before he’s shoving his hands into his pockets to retrieve his gloves. “..Speaking of.. Sorry Deimos.” He really doesn’t make it a point to travel into regions he isn’t welcome unannounced.
In fact it’s the first time the Flood has been to Halo in years.
“Let me at least try to see her. Maybe it’s as easy as suggesting she comes to visit you, Deimos.” He suggests as he wars with his stomach and the cold chill in the air, replacing the anxious navy feathers with the warm black tufts of fur of his shepherd shift, intermixing in with the dark curls of his hair as he waits to see if there’s more questions.
the flood
heaven's dreaming thoughtless thoughts,
my friends, we know we'll be ghosts again
my friends, we know we'll be ghosts again
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
