Will you throw me to the ground like you mean it?
reach inside and wrestle it out with your bare hands?
reach inside and wrestle it out with your bare hands?
Bright eyes follow the path fingers trace down his body, the demi-gods hand flexing as if in anticipation when they fall away. Nate keeps his gaze down, locked on his palm for a moment before he nods, unhappiness settled deeply into his face when he looks up again. The answer is better than he'd expected, but still makes his skin crawl in a way he can't truly explain. "I don't suppose there's anything you could do about that?" He asks, anticipating a no and not letting himself linger on it for too long.
"If it uh, happens again, can we just... take the option away? Blow me up when it's most opportune?" He'd had this conversation with Sunjata already, but he still squeezes his husbands hand tightly, offering some small amount of reassurance. At the end of the day, it was the best for everyone involved.
"If it uh, happens again, can we just... take the option away? Blow me up when it's most opportune?" He'd had this conversation with Sunjata already, but he still squeezes his husbands hand tightly, offering some small amount of reassurance. At the end of the day, it was the best for everyone involved.
NATE
