“[say]It is.[/say]” Void this, void that, and with Noah’s letter reached out and his need to go and see Dahlia about just how to respond to it without giving away his testing… Well, as the realization sinks in he can’t find it in him to be too torn up about it, not with the way that Frey seems to be almost curious and excited about it. And if Frey and Dahlia were okay with it, then why did he care about what everyone else thought?
He doesn’t, he realizes, but he does likely need to tell Hotaru. Just one more thing to add to his little list.
But Frey’s hands are on him and he’s leaning into the warmth of it, head tilting as their fingers thread through his hair, feeling as if he’s being thoroughly examined by his god. And it’s such a wonderful touch regardless of the circumstances, that it strikes him once again how at odds from Safrin it is, cementing his choice in making the correct decision again and again, each and every time he visits them.
With a bursting amount of appreciation and love for Frey, he nods lightly in their touch, his steel gaze hooded like a sunbathing cat, watching as Frey presses in against him with approval and pride, Sunjata nearly shivers with a bit of relief. “[say]I am evolving. The affected creatures don’t affect me anymore.[/say]” He whispers as he presses into Frey’s touch and body, curling into them so that he can feel each and every bright sensation.
He doesn’t, he realizes, but he does likely need to tell Hotaru. Just one more thing to add to his little list.
But Frey’s hands are on him and he’s leaning into the warmth of it, head tilting as their fingers thread through his hair, feeling as if he’s being thoroughly examined by his god. And it’s such a wonderful touch regardless of the circumstances, that it strikes him once again how at odds from Safrin it is, cementing his choice in making the correct decision again and again, each and every time he visits them.
With a bursting amount of appreciation and love for Frey, he nods lightly in their touch, his steel gaze hooded like a sunbathing cat, watching as Frey presses in against him with approval and pride, Sunjata nearly shivers with a bit of relief. “[say]I am evolving. The affected creatures don’t affect me anymore.[/say]” He whispers as he presses into Frey’s touch and body, curling into them so that he can feel each and every bright sensation.
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.
