(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?

It is nice. That much he can agree with, pausing beside her as she takes her shoes off – making a mental note of where she’s placed her boots so they didn’t get stolen or lost. But then he’s letting her walk along the water – keeping an eye on the path of the sun overhead, habitual at this point with Nate even if his fiancé could handle it better than others. It still didn’t make him comfortable with the thought.

Still, he catches her eye as she turns her attention back toward him. “I’ll ask him where it is and get back to you.” He offers, flashing her a wide smile. “He’s Ascended too, helped build it for her.” And inadvertently, all of the Ascended that came to visit Torchline as well. But as an added thought, he focuses a bit further ahead along the pathway they take, a small huff of a laugh slipping from him. “But if you’re in a pinch, I’m sure there’s quite a few around here that would be clamoring under the idea of a bite.” Another snort leaves him – recalling how they’d had kept Nate going before the shrine had been built – namely for as little trips to the Grounds as possible.

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