you'll want to check me out

no one's coming to save you, swing that sword that you made

The tendrils continue to spiral around his arms, tailing up along the stranger’s neck. “And what kind of cooking do you think I do need?” He asks, before the horns spiral and the stranger seems enamored, grinning at the black horns that protrude from the Flood’s head. It’s enough to break through Sunjata’s cloudy exterior, a small amused smile twitching at the corner of his scarred lips. “I’ll let you in on a secret.” He hums, leaning a bit closer to the man in the incredibly hot, steamy water. “It’s a dragon.” Scaled and large and battered, but a dragon nonetheless.

But then he’s leaning up further and their lips are inches away from one another and there’s a hint of surprise that crosses Sunjata’s face at the boldness – how long has it been since someone had been such with him? Too long, too sad to think about. So he remains in that mere inch space between them, his steel gaze scanning the man’s eyes briefly before he introduces himself. “I’m Sunjata.” It comes out like a whisper, the water tendrils wrapping around the strangers neck a few more rounds before Sunjata leans back a fraction on his heels.

the flood

with the pain that they gave you, like the pain is gonna save you

totally sniped from odd ilu