[se] slithered here from Eden

// i came from a broken home, so look at all my broken bones
count me in, but count me out, i know what this is about //

“It’s a bit too dry for my taste these days.” Sunjata admits honestly, focusing his attention on Persephone as she inspects every little thing rather than looking around the desert. It was the same as all the others as far as he was concerned. Too try. Too much sand. Too coarse. rough and irritating, and it gets everywhere.

Ahem, anyway, now that Sunjata’s Anakin moment is over, he casually watches as she marks a note in the book she’s brought, unable to read it despite how he certainly tries. And he remains silent while she doesn’t acknowledge him for what feels like an eternity before her eyes land on his face and he realizes that she’s talking to him now.

“Mm, we should check it out then shouldn’t we?” Perhaps she’s misread him on when it comes to new things of nature – he follows the reproduction variant of Frey after all – but he can play the part, an actor as he starts heading the direction she’s pointed out, magic at the ready just in case they need water to drink or water to use to fight.

the flood

// i'm the next, so get in line
just let me have my fucking time //