this heart is a cathedral. widows, ghosts, and lovers sit and sing in the dark arched marrow of me
She tries to remember how many parties she’d been to before and his gaze follows the way the beanbag is thrown – watching as it hits the tent and nowhere near the actual target. She sparks a vague memory that feels like forever ago, though, and Sunjata can’t help the slight pinch of his brows in his own wonder of whether it counted. “I remember. I was his opponent.” He murmurs softly, lips pursing a moment as he considers whether he’d call that a party.
It didn’t seem like one, but he’s also tired of telling people things and having them get upset – so he simply nods along with her, letting her believe whatever it was she wanted to believe.
She wins a plushed rabbit, though, and then it’s his turn as he considers what she says. “I’m okay. It’s healing.” He tells her, grabbing one of the beanbags, staring at the target, drawing silent for a moment as he throws it and it goes just a bit too high from the target. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you, actually… About the night of the fire.” He pauses again to throw the beanbag at the target, watching it clip it and receives some sort of small plush duck. One of its feet is crooked, but he figures Kamaria would enjoy it regardless.
Perhaps even try to patch it up.
“I’m just trying to get an account on all sides of what happened that night.” He pauses, throwing the last one and hits the target again, receiving yet another plushed creature that looks somewhat like a mouse, perhaps. This one, he gives to Kamaria, before he’s turning to face her more fully.
It didn’t seem like one, but he’s also tired of telling people things and having them get upset – so he simply nods along with her, letting her believe whatever it was she wanted to believe.
She wins a plushed rabbit, though, and then it’s his turn as he considers what she says. “I’m okay. It’s healing.” He tells her, grabbing one of the beanbags, staring at the target, drawing silent for a moment as he throws it and it goes just a bit too high from the target. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you, actually… About the night of the fire.” He pauses again to throw the beanbag at the target, watching it clip it and receives some sort of small plush duck. One of its feet is crooked, but he figures Kamaria would enjoy it regardless.
Perhaps even try to patch it up.
“I’m just trying to get an account on all sides of what happened that night.” He pauses, throwing the last one and hits the target again, receiving yet another plushed creature that looks somewhat like a mouse, perhaps. This one, he gives to Kamaria, before he’s turning to face her more fully.
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.
