this heart is a cathedral. widows, ghosts, and lovers sit and sing in the dark arched marrow of me
“You’re not missing out on anything, to be honest.” Sunjata offers with a hum of a laugh, hand raising to run through his hair. Zephyr pauses to pick something up and Sunjata slows the steps he takes, half turning toward the other man as he squints toward the lighthouse while Sunjata pays it little attention until the next question is aired. Honestly? It’s one he has to think about, because while he knew Remi, did he really have an opinion on him?
He’d changed so much lately, it was hard to tell what things remained and what didn’t.
“Mm, well, what’ve you heard? I can confirm or deny.” He offers a rogue smirk back, because he’s certainly not in the business of outing everyone else’s business, least of all his boss of all people. And friend. But still, boss first at the very least. That and he’s almost positive Remi could murder him if he wanted to. It’s enough to keep Sunjata’s lips sealed, waiting to see what Zephyr’s heard.
He’d changed so much lately, it was hard to tell what things remained and what didn’t.
“Mm, well, what’ve you heard? I can confirm or deny.” He offers a rogue smirk back, because he’s certainly not in the business of outing everyone else’s business, least of all his boss of all people. And friend. But still, boss first at the very least. That and he’s almost positive Remi could murder him if he wanted to. It’s enough to keep Sunjata’s lips sealed, waiting to see what Zephyr’s heard.
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.
