promise me you won't die
having never skinny-dipped
He does as she says, turning around and focusing his attention on the waves that surge and flit from the tide pulled by the moon. He can’t help but to let his gaze lift toward the sky, along the stars, along it all – almost as though he could feel Safrin there, something warm and appreciative among everything else. He inhales deeply, freely, lost in the feeling of the waves pulling at him and the moonlit sky around them. And when she steps up beside him, he looks down to her with that same boyish smile.
And she’s wearing far less than she had that day in the river, steel eyes flitting over her form before he turns back toward the waves, offering her his hand should she want to take it. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” He offers to her, feet relishing in the remaining warmth of the sand before he begins to walk toward the first brief bits of the wave, wading deeper and deeper until the water begins to even out – a gentle rippling, bobbing here and there, but nothing like the choppy waves with the cliffs nearby.
He turns to her then in the water, already partially shifted to keep a better handle on the waves that remain beneath the surface. Leaning somewhat toward her, there’s a glint of playfulness in his eye. “Don’t blink or you’ll miss it.” He hums, letting her go to push away from her to focus on the task at hand. And with her out of the way of getting pushed or hit by the wave he creates, he shifts fully into his orca form, black fin sticking out of the water like a shark as he moves under the surface a small amount, breaking the waves as he nears her again to press his nose against her in a small ‘boop’.
And she’s wearing far less than she had that day in the river, steel eyes flitting over her form before he turns back toward the waves, offering her his hand should she want to take it. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” He offers to her, feet relishing in the remaining warmth of the sand before he begins to walk toward the first brief bits of the wave, wading deeper and deeper until the water begins to even out – a gentle rippling, bobbing here and there, but nothing like the choppy waves with the cliffs nearby.
He turns to her then in the water, already partially shifted to keep a better handle on the waves that remain beneath the surface. Leaning somewhat toward her, there’s a glint of playfulness in his eye. “Don’t blink or you’ll miss it.” He hums, letting her go to push away from her to focus on the task at hand. And with her out of the way of getting pushed or hit by the wave he creates, he shifts fully into his orca form, black fin sticking out of the water like a shark as he moves under the surface a small amount, breaking the waves as he nears her again to press his nose against her in a small ‘boop’.
in the moonlight
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.
