this heart is a cathedral. widows, ghosts, and lovers sit and sing in the dark arched marrow of me
The question is met with a frown, a slight slumping of Sunjata’s shoulders before he straightens out. “People have asked before, as far as I know. There isn’t a way.” That they know of yet, but if his bargain with Safrin still holds then perhaps one day there might be an answer. War is approaching far quicker than the rest of it, though. “I… Made a bargain with your mother. For Nate. To try and save him should the Voice be destroyed.” His lips twist, tugging the scar once again. “I am unsure if that still stands on her end, given we struck it before Nate became a demigod for the Voice.” It was so incredibly complicated and Sunjata was frankly tired of every corner that seemed to hide more monsters.
As for everything else, though? Anything good?
The question surprises him, the Flood finding himself watching Seren a moment with raised brows, his stormy gaze widened slightly. It takes him off guard. “Good things…?” Was there any? He clears his throat, wincing slightly against the pain. “Uh, well, Kamaria is learning a lot. I think she wants to Attune… My sister arrived as did Nate’s brother.” He sucks on his teeth in consideration. “I think that’s mostly it.”
As for everything else, though? Anything good?
The question surprises him, the Flood finding himself watching Seren a moment with raised brows, his stormy gaze widened slightly. It takes him off guard. “Good things…?” Was there any? He clears his throat, wincing slightly against the pain. “Uh, well, Kamaria is learning a lot. I think she wants to Attune… My sister arrived as did Nate’s brother.” He sucks on his teeth in consideration. “I think that’s mostly it.”
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.
