// when we forget the infection, will we remember the lesson?
if the suspense doesn't kill you, something else will //
if the suspense doesn't kill you, something else will //
The worst part of this, is that he knows she's gone. But his mind flickers back to Lusea, to the woman he’d held while she died only to have her appear here — however long it was she lasted in Caido. He still says nothing, eyes out toward the water. Zeph remains, he can hear him and the others, Deimos and Raza. And then? Then he hears the sound of Maea drowning, his stomach churning — flashbacks to when he was six or seven years old, trapped in the flood waters.
And he had been drowning too.
He clenches his jaw, fingers tightening along the daggers, inching forward along the sand. “I’ll… Check for people.” He offers unhelpfully, stepping forward and hesitating again, feathers flickering along his shoulders, Haai trying her best to corral him back again.
Sunjata and Haai step closer to the water.
And he had been drowning too.
He clenches his jaw, fingers tightening along the daggers, inching forward along the sand. “I’ll… Check for people.” He offers unhelpfully, stepping forward and hesitating again, feathers flickering along his shoulders, Haai trying her best to corral him back again.
Sunjata and Haai step closer to the water.
SUNJATA
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
