[Training] hold your breath and feel the tension

SUNJATA

the flood

i'm nothing more than a page unwritten
on the pavement, blowing in the wind

The pink coral, even if it was meant as a joke, certainly found a place along the wall. And with it, a few more varying things while Sunjata figures things out. It’s… Lonely, to be in Torchline alone, with Maea in Halo and everywhere else, and him claiming he needs distance to figure himself out. They had moved too fast, and with it… Well, he wasn’t sure where it left him. A bar to make in Halo, a headquarters to shift here at some point. For now?

Now, it was just him settling in the bar, shirtless once more with all those shark bite scars along his back that had flecked away a small amount of the tattoos that drifted down the backs of his shoulders, a sheen of sweat along his body as he throws a punch to the punching back, coiling up and winding down. To warm up for something, though he’ll take anything at this point. Something to get his mind off of it, aside from the bottles of whiskey that had also found their homes lined up on the opposite wall.

you win a lot, and you lose
just a little bit more than you gained in the end