Seren begins to grow dimmed in a sense, and his gaze flickers down toward her at his side as the words come through – an apology at the very least. He’s half tempted to inform her that he doesn’t want to find out what Safrin might do to him, too, should he be the reason she gets lost again and potentially hurt. But he lets it die, instead, nodding toward the girl as his fingers tap against his arm and he can feel Astra brush against his side, though he makes no move to pet the Luxere.
Haai settles in, wrapping a wing around the girl while Sunjata’s gaze narrows on Loren’s question. His gaze flickers back toward Seren, wondering whether or not she’d even look like she could belong to him and not the Dark Star. There’s the dark hair, vibrant eyes that are certainly more like Ronin than his own steel greys, and freckles, similar ones splattered across his own face. Everything else is wrong, however, and he had hoped that despite the fact Sunjata had never wanted children, that if he did he wouldn’t be as cold toward his own as he is right now. So he replies to Seren’s question with another quiet nod. “[say]At the moment.[/say]” He rumbles, though uncertainty lingers within himself as well.
Still, the grief that runs through him has him reacting differently toward the question that Loren gives – a clench of his jaw as his gaze narrows again. [say]What makes you think that?[/say] He asks instead, head tilting avian-like. [say]I might have kissed Safrin, doesn’t mean I did anything else.[/say] Gods knew he wouldn’t now, if a surprise like this was waiting for him in the stars.
Haai settles in, wrapping a wing around the girl while Sunjata’s gaze narrows on Loren’s question. His gaze flickers back toward Seren, wondering whether or not she’d even look like she could belong to him and not the Dark Star. There’s the dark hair, vibrant eyes that are certainly more like Ronin than his own steel greys, and freckles, similar ones splattered across his own face. Everything else is wrong, however, and he had hoped that despite the fact Sunjata had never wanted children, that if he did he wouldn’t be as cold toward his own as he is right now. So he replies to Seren’s question with another quiet nod. “[say]At the moment.[/say]” He rumbles, though uncertainty lingers within himself as well.
Still, the grief that runs through him has him reacting differently toward the question that Loren gives – a clench of his jaw as his gaze narrows again. [say]What makes you think that?[/say] He asks instead, head tilting avian-like. [say]I might have kissed Safrin, doesn’t mean I did anything else.[/say] Gods knew he wouldn’t now, if a surprise like this was waiting for him in the stars.
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.
