I may have tricked myself

hellos, goodbyes, a thousand midnights
lost in sleepless lullabies

There’s a lot that can be said about the way he walks into a room, even in the okayest of moods, to where everyone sort of backs off and gives him space. He’s unsure if it’s due to the rumors that have spread about him or his status as a demigod, but regardless, it’s a sort of power that certainly enhances one’s ego. Perhaps he should start acting like he’s as strong as he is.

But that’s for introspection a bit later as the man disappears and Sunjata shifts the weight on his feet with how he’s leaning when Isla flashes him that smile and leans in a smidge. “Looked like you wanted to snap his neck.” He offers with a small crooked smile, clinking his glass against hers in a small toast, before he takes a sip of his and hums against the burn.

“Rounds are done, everything’s in order. I need to make a supply run tomorrow and hunt.” He informs her like he’s checking off a checklist. But given that she’s his partner in this, it’s vital she knows everything Sunjata intends to do as well.

the flood

heaven's dreaming thoughtless thoughts,
my friends, we know we'll be ghosts again

totally sniped from odd ilu