this heart is a cathedral. widows, ghosts, and lovers sit and sing in the dark arched marrow of me
“They don’t.” Sunjata replies swiftly, believing it with every ounce of his being. As for the rest of it? “They will die if the Voice is destroyed. And it leaves us, the ones that have to fight in it, as murderers.” His gaze is even as he watches her. And all because of a war between gods that couldn’t figure it out themselves, all because both sides needed to use those that held their favors to be the ones to tip the war in either ones favor.
“He did tell me.” He bounces back on his heels a fraction, working his jaw, lips quirking slightly as it tugs at his scar. “Nobody wants anyone to die, but the thing is Seren, they will. Because of what the Voice and the Old Gods have done. We’re all pinned against each other.” A quiet sigh slips from his lips. “We all have lines drawn in the sand and to try and cross them will have consequences. I don’t think he wants you to completely go against your mother, but I think he just wants you to understand. There will be a losing side. The difference is that if the Voice wins, we aren’t tied to the Old Gods as the Ascended are. Look at the Abandoned, they’re unfavored by the gods but still they can thrive and live years and years without ever having to see a god or go to a shrine. Ascended? They don’t get that luxury.” They’ll die or shut down the second they can no longer get their fluid.
He clicks his tongue a moment, sighing heavily. At least the conversation shifts to Frey, something that’s easier for him. “Because it was a deal. I tried to call Phoebe’s bluff and she tried to call mine.” His lips twitch in distaste. “So we went through with it, even though if Frey had called it off then neither of us would’ve won over the other. Instead, we went through with it.” He shrugs, offering another quiet sigh.
“He did tell me.” He bounces back on his heels a fraction, working his jaw, lips quirking slightly as it tugs at his scar. “Nobody wants anyone to die, but the thing is Seren, they will. Because of what the Voice and the Old Gods have done. We’re all pinned against each other.” A quiet sigh slips from his lips. “We all have lines drawn in the sand and to try and cross them will have consequences. I don’t think he wants you to completely go against your mother, but I think he just wants you to understand. There will be a losing side. The difference is that if the Voice wins, we aren’t tied to the Old Gods as the Ascended are. Look at the Abandoned, they’re unfavored by the gods but still they can thrive and live years and years without ever having to see a god or go to a shrine. Ascended? They don’t get that luxury.” They’ll die or shut down the second they can no longer get their fluid.
He clicks his tongue a moment, sighing heavily. At least the conversation shifts to Frey, something that’s easier for him. “Because it was a deal. I tried to call Phoebe’s bluff and she tried to call mine.” His lips twitch in distaste. “So we went through with it, even though if Frey had called it off then neither of us would’ve won over the other. Instead, we went through with it.” He shrugs, offering another quiet sigh.
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.
