slow burning to the ground

if i let go, would you hold on, would we fly?

is it safer if we just say that we tried?

He’ll need a shower when he gets home, but at the very least this will make the carnage of the day look a lot better than it is when he gets home. He does feel better, his heart calming and the tremors slowing unless he goes to apply pressure. His bloodshot vision is still somewhat blurry, however, finding a bit of panging headache whenever he tries to focus on any one thing. Zeph’s comment does arise a small half-smile to cross Sunjata’s face, however. “Maybe a bit.” He blacked out before he landed back in the sand, after all.

He absolutely could’ve hit his head.

How does it feel to be a hero? The term of it is something that he internally shies away from. He manages to try and push himself up a bit with Vai’s help, however, Haai comes crawling further into his lap, a wing crossing over his leg and her fuzzy head pressing against his abdomen. He takes the whiskey, taking a sip from it and leaning back to hand it back to Zeph in order to try and take some of the water next. “I feel like shit if we’re being honest.” He mutters a bit, tired steel finding Vai and Zeph. “Was supposed to have an easy Flowerbirth.”

are we laughing at the danger?

are we dancing after death, you and I?