this heart is a cathedral. widows, ghosts, and lovers sit and sing in the dark arched marrow of me
Her blunt question hits him in a way that does nothing more than confuse him. Was she so detached to assume that despite whatever line he’d drawn in the sand, it didn’t mean he needed to swear them off? If that were the case, shouldn’t he have sworn off Nate long ago if that was the way Seren wanted to look at it? He chews on his cheek, his gaze finding hers. “Because some of them are my friends and they’re good people.” He pauses, not wanting to entirely get into the details of that and why he’s the way he is about it.
As for Hotaru stabbing him, he shrugs it off. But when it comes to marriages, he stiffens a fraction, sucking down a breath as she withdraws and he pulls into himself again, too. “No, uh… I was married to Phoebe for a little bit. She’s Frey’s demigod now from what I hear.” He pauses to suck on his teeth, hands finding his pockets. “Frey was the one that married us, actually.” His lip twitches with a bit of distaste toward that.
As for Hotaru stabbing him, he shrugs it off. But when it comes to marriages, he stiffens a fraction, sucking down a breath as she withdraws and he pulls into himself again, too. “No, uh… I was married to Phoebe for a little bit. She’s Frey’s demigod now from what I hear.” He pauses to suck on his teeth, hands finding his pockets. “Frey was the one that married us, actually.” His lip twitches with a bit of distaste toward that.
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.
