He stiffens as Safrin’s voice meets him again, chin lowering, shoulders drooping as he stands idly by, listening to how much Kamaria loves Nate and believes he’s incapable of hurting them. To step down, though? Perhaps that would be an idea to be considered, though he knows he can’t step down — with all the favors he owes for Jack and the strings tying him here.
Still, perhaps she’s right, perhaps he needs to take a step back and not take things personally. Perhaps he needs to close himself off more, detach from the strings that keep tugging him this way and that.
Perhaps he should try to be more like his father, in the ways of an iron fist uncaring who and what he hurts in the process. Perhaps that’s what Safrin requires of him.
His head dips further as she tells him how she hasn’t turned him into a spy, and he desperately wants to believe it. And so he does, chewing at the inside of his cheek, taking a slow inhale of breath as he recalls what had happened with Ronin. [say]I apologize, Safrin.[/say] He says quietly through the bond. [say]I don’t think it wise if war is overhead.[/say] He needs to calm down and shut out his emotions on it, because it doesn’t matter in the end.
What matters is that he remains strong enough to withstand war when it comes, to make sure he can protect those he loves. And he needs her for it, for all of it, even if the thought hurts with the story she tells Kamaria of Nate.
Feathers coat his shoulders now, replacing the anger with his sorrow, with his fear of what’s to come, and he steps forward against his better judgement, to kneel beside Safrin and his daughter, reaching up to cup her cheek and tuck a lock of blonde behind her ear before he withdraws. “[say]I won’t let the Voice hurt you, my kleinding.[/say]” He quietly vows, as easily as he can, even if the set to his jaw is tight and the shadows in his gaze are dark.
Still, perhaps she’s right, perhaps he needs to take a step back and not take things personally. Perhaps he needs to close himself off more, detach from the strings that keep tugging him this way and that.
Perhaps he should try to be more like his father, in the ways of an iron fist uncaring who and what he hurts in the process. Perhaps that’s what Safrin requires of him.
His head dips further as she tells him how she hasn’t turned him into a spy, and he desperately wants to believe it. And so he does, chewing at the inside of his cheek, taking a slow inhale of breath as he recalls what had happened with Ronin. [say]I apologize, Safrin.[/say] He says quietly through the bond. [say]I don’t think it wise if war is overhead.[/say] He needs to calm down and shut out his emotions on it, because it doesn’t matter in the end.
What matters is that he remains strong enough to withstand war when it comes, to make sure he can protect those he loves. And he needs her for it, for all of it, even if the thought hurts with the story she tells Kamaria of Nate.
Feathers coat his shoulders now, replacing the anger with his sorrow, with his fear of what’s to come, and he steps forward against his better judgement, to kneel beside Safrin and his daughter, reaching up to cup her cheek and tuck a lock of blonde behind her ear before he withdraws. “[say]I won’t let the Voice hurt you, my kleinding.[/say]” He quietly vows, as easily as he can, even if the set to his jaw is tight and the shadows in his gaze are dark.
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.
