- NATE -
Got my own monster
Nobody but me
Nobody but me
It's one thing to be aware of the shifts lurking under ones skin, and another to simply have a power to reach for blindly. Nate had an idea, a rough feeling of what kinds of things he could take from the attuned, but he had never counted, never thought about it too much. It hadn't been his to think about. He rolls his shoulders in a light shrug, the huff not affecting him any more than that.
Nate shifts as Sunjata does, moving around to keep in touch, keep an arm wrapped tight around shoulders, fingers tapping out a slow, senseless beat as he did, head nodding slowly as he listened to the explanation. There's something rising in his chest, the information feeling important, though he can't quite put his finger on why, can't explain the way his arm tightens around the other man. "It... makes sense." His other hand comes up to push through Sunjata's hair, scattering sand through it as his fingers move to rub at the spot where horns so often spiral out. "So... I know you can, but do you always control the little bits?"
Memories of falling into a doze with a panther by his side suddenly come to the forefront of Nate's mind when the attuned says he has to reign in his shifts, amusement and realization both hitting him in equal measure. "I appreciate your restraint." The words come out as a purr, Nate leaning in to kiss at the corner of the smile. "I don't really... feel any of that, when I take it." Another small shrug, this one maybe a little more jealous, though, it makes sense. The shifts aren't extensions of Nate, of course it's not going to connect with him.
Nate shifts as Sunjata does, moving around to keep in touch, keep an arm wrapped tight around shoulders, fingers tapping out a slow, senseless beat as he did, head nodding slowly as he listened to the explanation. There's something rising in his chest, the information feeling important, though he can't quite put his finger on why, can't explain the way his arm tightens around the other man. "It... makes sense." His other hand comes up to push through Sunjata's hair, scattering sand through it as his fingers move to rub at the spot where horns so often spiral out. "So... I know you can, but do you always control the little bits?"
Memories of falling into a doze with a panther by his side suddenly come to the forefront of Nate's mind when the attuned says he has to reign in his shifts, amusement and realization both hitting him in equal measure. "I appreciate your restraint." The words come out as a purr, Nate leaning in to kiss at the corner of the smile. "I don't really... feel any of that, when I take it." Another small shrug, this one maybe a little more jealous, though, it makes sense. The shifts aren't extensions of Nate, of course it's not going to connect with him.
I would never call him enemy
He's the bad god I need
He's the bad god I need
