- NATE -
Got my own monster
Nobody but me
Nobody but me
Though most of what he had seen of the partial shifts so far had been negative, anxieties and discomfort and bullheadedness all, Nate wonders at what other kinds of reactions he could coax out, what buttons he would need to press to bring out else. Something to test out, in the next little while, to keep an eye out on what comes from what, specifically.
"You should know better than most, honestly." The laugh that leaves him seems to be an echo of the one he'd pulled from Sunjata, understanding floating between them easily. And then settling into a warmth, something Nate might call a moment when he thought back on it later. In it though, he just feels his smile grow, eyes softening as he looks over the other man. "I think I'd like it too." He agrees, cocking his head to the side. "I got nothing but free evenings coming up, and you know where I live. Just tell me when you want to go out."
Blue eyes follow the path of his hands down along the smooth skin, fingers tracing along crescent scars and white markings with an equal sense of awe, of reverence in them, though they snap back up to Sunjata's face when he speaks, a brow cocked in question. "Minnaar?" It's not one he remembers, though it feels warm. Curiosity doesn't stop him from teasing, from leaning in after the attuned as he leans away. Shouldn't he know by now Nate is going to follow, to press his lips against skin, starting against the strong jaw and trailing down. To just barely drag his teeth along the beat of a heart, before pulling away. "Maybe." He repeats, again, teasing still, slowly leaning closer to a proper bite, without actually breaking the skin.
"You should know better than most, honestly." The laugh that leaves him seems to be an echo of the one he'd pulled from Sunjata, understanding floating between them easily. And then settling into a warmth, something Nate might call a moment when he thought back on it later. In it though, he just feels his smile grow, eyes softening as he looks over the other man. "I think I'd like it too." He agrees, cocking his head to the side. "I got nothing but free evenings coming up, and you know where I live. Just tell me when you want to go out."
Blue eyes follow the path of his hands down along the smooth skin, fingers tracing along crescent scars and white markings with an equal sense of awe, of reverence in them, though they snap back up to Sunjata's face when he speaks, a brow cocked in question. "Minnaar?" It's not one he remembers, though it feels warm. Curiosity doesn't stop him from teasing, from leaning in after the attuned as he leans away. Shouldn't he know by now Nate is going to follow, to press his lips against skin, starting against the strong jaw and trailing down. To just barely drag his teeth along the beat of a heart, before pulling away. "Maybe." He repeats, again, teasing still, slowly leaning closer to a proper bite, without actually breaking the skin.
I would never call him enemy
He's the bad god I need
He's the bad god I need
