you promised me sunshine, why's it gloomy? we'll wait 'til the night to catch the moonbeam
“Suppose I am.” He rumbles in agreement, finding a spark from within him to tease back with her, because at least that way he doesn’t have to focus on the rest of everything. It is a monumental task, to shift and become attuned with her, when the last time it had happened so many sharp, horrible feelings had been flung at one another like knives, aimed to sear and hurt.
This time it’s different. This time it’s purely for her benefit and he can do his best to try and keep his emotions kept to his chest. She knows what it’s like. She doesn’t need his addition too, despite how much he wished he didn’t have that particular pain in common with her. So he watches as she shifts, as she becomes that small pale hawk and even if she can’t find it fitting, he can.
Her emotions and feelings are another bridge to cross, however, and he nearly shies away from it, swallowing hard as he shakes out his hands, retracts the fur of the Nyala to shift himself. He tries to use the boon of his presence being bittersweet yet still warm to her as an anchor point, one that he wraps himself around as he shrinks down to the macaw. Instead of his tall frame, in its place sits a navy blue macaw among the snow. First things first, you want to lean into the shift. Let it guide you. It’s hard to try and challenge the instincts of the shift. Instead, it’s entirely about trusting it.
Putting your faith into the animal that best represents you. Spread your wings and let the wind rake through your feathers and see how you feel. His voice is accented thicker in the Attuned bond, and with it warbles some of his own emotions – the grief that matches her own, the hope of a new beginning, the bottomless regret, the tinge of distrust and paranoia he’s had all along.
This time it’s different. This time it’s purely for her benefit and he can do his best to try and keep his emotions kept to his chest. She knows what it’s like. She doesn’t need his addition too, despite how much he wished he didn’t have that particular pain in common with her. So he watches as she shifts, as she becomes that small pale hawk and even if she can’t find it fitting, he can.
Her emotions and feelings are another bridge to cross, however, and he nearly shies away from it, swallowing hard as he shakes out his hands, retracts the fur of the Nyala to shift himself. He tries to use the boon of his presence being bittersweet yet still warm to her as an anchor point, one that he wraps himself around as he shrinks down to the macaw. Instead of his tall frame, in its place sits a navy blue macaw among the snow. First things first, you want to lean into the shift. Let it guide you. It’s hard to try and challenge the instincts of the shift. Instead, it’s entirely about trusting it.
Putting your faith into the animal that best represents you. Spread your wings and let the wind rake through your feathers and see how you feel. His voice is accented thicker in the Attuned bond, and with it warbles some of his own emotions – the grief that matches her own, the hope of a new beginning, the bottomless regret, the tinge of distrust and paranoia he’s had all along.
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.
