this heart is a cathedral. widows, ghosts, and lovers sit and sing in the dark arched marrow of me
Seren sighs and truthfully, Sunjata feels the same. He’s tired of talking about it, tired of the entire endeavor. But Seren relays the tale, telling him why she had been there as she throws her beanbags into receiving the top prize and Sunjata’s gaze simply dances back and forth to follow each throw (perhaps a brief glimmering of his canine shift beneath all the dragon).
But he’s silent as she retells her story, even swiping at her eyes as she speaks of Atlas and Sunjata nods to her – understanding. “It isn’t your fault, Seren.” He assures her quickly, committing what she’s told him to memory so that he might be able to compare and contrast to the rest of everything in the spiderwebbing that’s become his daily back in Torchline.
She squeezes the trinket box to her chest and the stuffed animal and Sunjata watches her for a brief moment, working his jaw before he steps forward to pull Seren into a tight hug – offering some attempt and semblance of comfort even if he feels literally anything but. “Thank you.” He means it. “And I’m sorry that it was something you had to be a part of.”
Because there’s that never ending part of him, too, that wishes he had been there instead to take the brunt of it on, to perhaps stop it from happening in the first place.
But he wasn’t.
But he’s silent as she retells her story, even swiping at her eyes as she speaks of Atlas and Sunjata nods to her – understanding. “It isn’t your fault, Seren.” He assures her quickly, committing what she’s told him to memory so that he might be able to compare and contrast to the rest of everything in the spiderwebbing that’s become his daily back in Torchline.
She squeezes the trinket box to her chest and the stuffed animal and Sunjata watches her for a brief moment, working his jaw before he steps forward to pull Seren into a tight hug – offering some attempt and semblance of comfort even if he feels literally anything but. “Thank you.” He means it. “And I’m sorry that it was something you had to be a part of.”
Because there’s that never ending part of him, too, that wishes he had been there instead to take the brunt of it on, to perhaps stop it from happening in the first place.
But he wasn’t.
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.
