this heart is a cathedral. widows, ghosts, and lovers sit and sing in the dark arched marrow of me
It does give it more character – he has to agree on that. As for her doing something for his throat? He immediately shakes his head. There’s a part of him that relishes in it, the fact that he’s got to heal it on his own. There’s a part of him that clings to that pain because at least it’s a physical reminder as opposed to the ones that strike his heart nonstop, leaving hidden wounds behind that he can’t quite patch up before they’re torn open again.
She grabs a new set of beanbags and his question stills her and Sunjata’s pulling his gaze away from Seren, working his jaw. “She did. But given that she was involved with it, I wanted to speak with her sources as well. She did tell me you two spoke.” He says softly, leaning against the edge of the stall, arms folding across his chest as his lips twist in a slight frown.
Either way, he'll listen and watch as she throws the beanbag toward the targets again.
She grabs a new set of beanbags and his question stills her and Sunjata’s pulling his gaze away from Seren, working his jaw. “She did. But given that she was involved with it, I wanted to speak with her sources as well. She did tell me you two spoke.” He says softly, leaning against the edge of the stall, arms folding across his chest as his lips twist in a slight frown.
Either way, he'll listen and watch as she throws the beanbag toward the targets again.
SUNJATA
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
