(SE) the past keeps hauntin' the future i imagine

SUNJATA

the flood

but am i too late? or hearts to your spades,
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?

“I’ve met one.” He comments, thinking of Delta and how she’d asked him if he were Wessex – swimming up to his orca form as if she were expecting the Ascended to appear in his place, when in reality Wessex had taken that shift from him. It still amused him a fair deal, that out of all the shifts he has, she’d chosen that one. Though if he’s being honest, it is one of his favorites too.

But that’s neither here or there. “She seemed young.” He adds on as an explanation – not much else to add other than her question of the canals, and low and behold the canals had been carved into Haulani.

But she’s using the parasol now, able to stride along the beach, and Sunjata goes with as his gaze flickers to the ocean. “No need to be sorry.” He rumbles – and it’s true, he’s no reason for her to apologize for it, not with everything else that’s going on. “I’m Sunjata, and not too long, no. I moved here last… What, Longheat?” He offers with a small huff of a laugh.

so we're not written in the stars,
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything