There is that moment, of watching Safrin and Kamaria interact that tugs at the Attuned, a small strong of fondness that he hasn’t had in years as he finds himself trying to give a small warning to their child, before his arms fold across his chest and he can’t help the tug of a smile – a true smile, the first in quite some time – to hear his daughter speak in Korofian, even if the accent was wrong. There was always time to learn, after all.
His gaze flickers back to Safrin, however, when she reaches up to cup his cheek. A breath of tension leaves him, his gaze shuddering, leaning into the kiss to his cheek gently before she’s pulling away – but he feels lighter, seen. It wasn’t often one got to enjoy this sensation from the creator of the cosmos, after all. And it’s a feeling he clings to for as long as he can – some happiness, some love, some affection. All he can do is offer her a soft smile, a nod of understanding.
She’d be there for him as she always had been.
He takes a step forward, away from Safrin toward where Kamaria had run off to, before his attention follows suit and he sees her already darting into the water. And that certainly wouldn’t do – a thrum of panic swelling through his chest as he turns into that blue macaw of his, sweeping through the evening winds to reach her side before he turns into himself and immediately picks her up. “[say]Hey, hey, Ria, if you want to go into the water I have to be with you, okay?[/say]” He half pants, half mutters, panic leeching through his bones. “[say]Now, which shell were you looking for?[/say]” He asks, making a show of looking around everywhere.
His gaze flickers back to Safrin, however, when she reaches up to cup his cheek. A breath of tension leaves him, his gaze shuddering, leaning into the kiss to his cheek gently before she’s pulling away – but he feels lighter, seen. It wasn’t often one got to enjoy this sensation from the creator of the cosmos, after all. And it’s a feeling he clings to for as long as he can – some happiness, some love, some affection. All he can do is offer her a soft smile, a nod of understanding.
She’d be there for him as she always had been.
He takes a step forward, away from Safrin toward where Kamaria had run off to, before his attention follows suit and he sees her already darting into the water. And that certainly wouldn’t do – a thrum of panic swelling through his chest as he turns into that blue macaw of his, sweeping through the evening winds to reach her side before he turns into himself and immediately picks her up. “[say]Hey, hey, Ria, if you want to go into the water I have to be with you, okay?[/say]” He half pants, half mutters, panic leeching through his bones. “[say]Now, which shell were you looking for?[/say]” He asks, making a show of looking around everywhere.
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.
