[Training] what i see in the sea

SUNJATA

the flood

“Gods no.” He rumbles, almost recoiling from the question of his tattoos coming with a child. “Don't really want one.” He knows that much about himself, knows it’s shifting ever so slowly toward something he might want, but a memory flickers back to the forefront of his mind. “Phoebe and I almost had one though.” And there’s a furrow to his brow with that, a mixture of thankfulness that the blight had snuffed it out.

But then Remi’s tugging on a horn and Sunjata hisses low under his breath, a fire blossoming in his lower stomach that has him clutching tighter to Remi, a blush creeping up through the fever warm body of his along the back of his neck and through his cheeks. His steel gaze slips back to Remi, swallowing hard against it, trying to ignore the hand along the horn tilting his head this way and that. “Not sure.” He attempts to grit out, but it comes out far more in a purring tone than anticipated and he forces himself to look back to the sea of sand.

The wedding though, something that has his brows furrowing, the sickness growing brighter in his mind as he focuses on the slow steps and tangled of limbs, one hand slipping down to Remi’s leg to keep it around him as if they could be each other’s crutch. “Wedding..?”

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