[Training] what i see in the sea

SUNJATA

the flood

He saw it. As far as Sunjata’s concerned, he’s not entirely losing his mind. But there’s a moment of clarity as his hips hurt – punctures reflected from his panther shift into his human one. He still manages to crawl over toward Remi, a frown finding his face as Remi mentions it tried to steal his shadow. “Fucker.” He hisses, managing to recover briefly enough that the world doesn’t feel like it’ll spin if he moves again.

He grabs Remi’s hand, fingers intertwined for the moment – steel eyes watching as Remi’s head lolls to the side in the sand, and Sunjata swallows hard again. It’s too dangerous out here, they’re too exposed, and the ocean waves full of monsters and terror are poised and ready to sweep them away.

So he gets closer to Remi – warmth spiraling from the both of them into a tornado of heat that’s comforting enough for Sunjata. “Mm, yeah, you too.” He says, noticing the way his skin begins to sweat further, shining along bronze skin. But he thinks he can walk, thinks he can get the dizziness to subside long enough to maybe get back.

Or, perhaps Remi could sit upon him in his Nyala shift and they could trudge home together that way. “Can I carry you..?” He asks, swallowing hard again, already aiming to move Remi’s hand to the back of his tattooed neck, to try and slide his hands under Remi to lift him up in his arms, even as his stomach lurches again.

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