this heart is a cathedral. widows, ghosts, and lovers sit and sing in the dark arched marrow of me
Luckily for Seren, the scent is far more faded now – given that his throat is too wounded to be able to indulge in drinking or smoking, which only makes this coping process that much more difficult for him. But her face is pressed against his shoulder and his arms slip around her in a tight hug, at least until her question comes out and he stiffens a fraction. “I took a trip to the Grounds to help Samuel and Wessex in finding someone.” He tells her, having nothing to hide from it. “It was only going to be a few days. I’ve done it before, so… I thought nothing would happen.”
It usually didn’t.
She only pulls away a fraction to let her tear filled gaze meet his own, dark shadowed steel, and the next question she has makes him freeze a fraction further – the stone in his stomach dropping into the abyss. “She was… She didn’t take finding out about your sister very well.” He offers her, a small frown crosses his face and tugs at the scar. “Things ended between us because of it. She stabbed me, even, but your mother healed me after.” And then Nate and Hotaru had chosen to leave.
Nate had come back. Hotaru hadn’t and Sunjata’d tried to give her the space she wanted. Which… Apparently wasn’t the result she wanted.
It usually didn’t.
She only pulls away a fraction to let her tear filled gaze meet his own, dark shadowed steel, and the next question she has makes him freeze a fraction further – the stone in his stomach dropping into the abyss. “She was… She didn’t take finding out about your sister very well.” He offers her, a small frown crosses his face and tugs at the scar. “Things ended between us because of it. She stabbed me, even, but your mother healed me after.” And then Nate and Hotaru had chosen to leave.
Nate had come back. Hotaru hadn’t and Sunjata’d tried to give her the space she wanted. Which… Apparently wasn’t the result she wanted.
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.
