this heart is a cathedral. widows, ghosts, and lovers sit and sing in the dark arched marrow of me
“There are other ways.” Sunjata replies quickly – the idea of all the sciences from Korofi coming to mind. Aside from that, though, she was right. Magic or death, and even still all of that seemed difficult to swallow. As it stood now, though, he focuses on the rest of it because it’s far easier than continuing to delve face first into the realization and understanding that their life was about to get very complicated and incredibly difficult.
He was a pessimist, though. It’s the one thing he is very good at.
Vacations are easier to talk about – plans made in the future that might or might not come through. It was hard to tell with the state of everything. “I will let you know.” He murmurs to her, offering a small smile – about as much of one he can manage – before he’s gesturing to the rest of the food and the party. “Let’s get back, yeah?” Right in time for the message to be shared, of course, before everything they’ve talked about gets a bit more real.
- FIN <333
He was a pessimist, though. It’s the one thing he is very good at.
Vacations are easier to talk about – plans made in the future that might or might not come through. It was hard to tell with the state of everything. “I will let you know.” He murmurs to her, offering a small smile – about as much of one he can manage – before he’s gesturing to the rest of the food and the party. “Let’s get back, yeah?” Right in time for the message to be shared, of course, before everything they’ve talked about gets a bit more real.
- FIN <333
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.
