everything costs

// do my worst, shoot the moon, stab the sun. got a curse, on the tip of my tongue
you go first, and i swear that i'll jump.  born to kill, tiny slice of the throat //

He’s lost much of his Attuned powers from before – unable to call out to the birds to help keep tabs on what’s going on around him – so when Noah arrives, the Flood is unaware. And perhaps it works out that way, given that it gives him all the time in the world to not feel like he’s on edge, to put on a face, to wait and see just who it is that arrives.

It sure as hell isn’t Safrin, which is a relief. Instead, it’s Noah, which… Is still one person that keeps him a bit more on edge. So when Vi’s demigod speaks, Sunjata stiffens, hissing a sound of pain as he does so, before he moves to pull himself to his knees, to brace himself to stand. “Got the shit kicked out of me. Why? You want a shot?” He asks, tilting his head up toward Noah now, a dark brow rising.

After all, the two of them hadn’t really gotten along – Sunjata’s always been a bit more of a black sheep when it came to all the old god followers.

a new pill, or the poison you know, let it spill && i swear that i'll go

SUNJATA