(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?

She could go barefoot – she could also go barefoot perhaps when the sun’s set and the danger is far less high, while the tide ranges, and Sunjata wouldn’t judge her at all – recalling the moonlit swims Nate and he had taken time and time again. So he strolls easily beside her, keeping pace and pausing whenever she wants to or chooses to. Idly, he watches a few crabs slip along the sands, hiding under rocks or disappearing into the waves that creep up closer with every passing second.

“I do.” He says quietly, a shrug of his shoulders. “I’m an Outlander. This place is the closest to home I’ve found.” It certainly wasn’t the Grounds, and while Sunjata hadn’t seen or heard of the rest of Caido much like Mabel… Well, there was certainly something to be said about Torchline and its beauty.

But then a thought hits him, and his head tilts toward her. “There’s a shrine for the Voice here if you plan on staying for a while, so you don’t have to go to the Grounds.” He offers easily. “I’m not sure where it is exactly, but Nate –” Suddenly Sunjata wonders if she even knows who Nate is. “My fiancé knows where it is. Could show you if you plan on visiting for a while.” Nice save.

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