(SE) tread on me

// grass stains cut my bloody knees, it's goodpain, it means i can't be phased
that little death inside my sides, won't make it right //

Acknowledgement, followed by silence. And he follows, because he’s lost, he doesn’t know which way to get home, and perhaps a small fraction of him believes that his father might actually guide his way home. Misguided, of course, but between the illusions and everything else, the hallucinogens he’s been accidentally taking… Well, it made for an easily molded mix. And so he follows, like a good child, until his father moves through the vines and completely avoids the question.

Fine.

Sunjata, too, slips through the vines after, taking up the space between where they recoil from his father. He doesn’t blame the vines. “It does.” He agrees quietly, pausing as he tries to warp his thoughts into something else. “It takes a fair amount out to sea, regardless.” Through monsters and magic.

He pauses by his father when he stops, his gaze lingering lower than where his father surveys, reverting slowly over and over again. “Nobody named me it, specifically. They just do.” He shrugs his tattooed and scarred shoulders, as if that explains everything.

he wins every time i find myself inside, alone all night

SUNJATA