we're dancing on a moonbeam

but i come to life, come to life

some princes don't become kings

It’s always his curiosity – one small promise he’d made to Safrin when he attuned, to mention her when he could. Since Aisha had already noticed the starry tattoos that splashed in waves up his arm, it only seemed natural that he’d latch onto something like that – even however coyly he might’ve been doing it. “Mm, is it that obvious?” He offers with a wink, a chuckle of laughter before he’s taking a sip from his glass and setting it on the counter top again – moving to fill someone that sits beside Aisha’s drink.

He returns to her swiftly, smirking lightly as he focuses a bit more. “She attuned me.” He explains, flashing her another playful fanged grin. “Sealed it with a kiss and suddenly I was a bird.” He never quite gets over the fact that he’d kissed Safrin, not once – but twice – a small feat he was relatively proud of despite the fact of Ronin’s own quiet warning. At least it ended there. But, she hadn’t divulged who she’d chosen, and there was a side to be picked – even if Sunjata tiptoed on both of them quite intensely for someone so close to an old god and an Ascended. “Have you met her?” A raise of his brow to that.

even at the best of times,

i'm out of my mind

SUNJATA