this heart is a cathedral. widows, ghosts, and lovers sit and sing in the dark arched marrow of me
“It’s her first party.” He replies easily, watching as Kamaria departs with Nate before his gaze is lifting to meet Seren’s gaze when she’s suddenly wrapping him into a tight hug. He tended immediately, before he softens, giving her a gentle hug in return — incredibly surprised at how trusting Seren was in remaining close to him. But she hadn’t gathered his ire yet, hasn’t yelled at him yet.
Instead, she suggests a game and his brows raise and he has to blink a few times before realization strikes. “Oh, uh, I wasn’t planning on it.” The last thing he’d thought about was playing a game when he felt like this. “But… Whatever you want to pick is fine.” He admits, voice still hoarse but slowly getting better the gentler he is with it. She grabs his hand and tugs him off toward the booths and Sunjata goes with her, scouting over the heads of others as he goes to make sure that Nate and Kamaria are still somewhere in sight.
The sandbag game, though, grasps his attention and he offers Seren a small smile, his head nodding as he follows her there. “Sure.” Perhaps he might be able to ask her a question or two regarding the night of the fire while they did it. “You can go first.” He decides, last minute, trying to pick his words as he hands her the stack of beanbags.
Instead, she suggests a game and his brows raise and he has to blink a few times before realization strikes. “Oh, uh, I wasn’t planning on it.” The last thing he’d thought about was playing a game when he felt like this. “But… Whatever you want to pick is fine.” He admits, voice still hoarse but slowly getting better the gentler he is with it. She grabs his hand and tugs him off toward the booths and Sunjata goes with her, scouting over the heads of others as he goes to make sure that Nate and Kamaria are still somewhere in sight.
The sandbag game, though, grasps his attention and he offers Seren a small smile, his head nodding as he follows her there. “Sure.” Perhaps he might be able to ask her a question or two regarding the night of the fire while they did it. “You can go first.” He decides, last minute, trying to pick his words as he hands her the stack of beanbags.
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.
