- NATE -
Got my own monster
Nobody but me
Nobody but me
Honesty is honestly not one of Nate's strong suits, things usually hidden behind a shield of easy humour at a minimum, and even easier lies for anything more serious. There's no such defenses up at the moment though, no attempt to be anything other than sincerely open, terrifyingly vulnerable. Trusting, where no one else has really earned it before. He even tries to press it into the sweep of his fingers, twisting through short waves.
Nate can't stop the snort that leaves him at the other man's comment. Really he'd been thinking about whatever shit they could dredge up between the two of them, a laundry list of issues a mile long. Adding in other people's problems with them hadn't even really occurred to him. Didn't really matter to him. He's glad for the quiet while he gets his thoughts, his words together for the one person who does matter to him, though the reaction has one of his brows quirking. "First time you've heard which part?" There's a fair amount of curiosity in Nate's voice, wondering which new first they'd managed to stumble over already.
There's no more space between them for Nate to press into, despite the renewed pressure of Sunjata's arms, even as his head sinks away. Immediately Nate's hand shifts to so his thumb can stroke along the attuned's cheek, bright gaze trying to hold the other man in the moment, in their closeness. Trying to make him feel like he doesn't need to shrink away, despite the fact that he'd done the same thing earlier. It's not really a surprise that Sunjata is slow to open up, slow to trust, but this is a snort that Nate does suppress, offering an understanding nod instead. His mind also flashes back to the snap of authority, after the volcano, the wall he'd been pushed into and how easily it had seemed to come to the other man. As easily as his own struggling had come to him. "I don't really need to forgive you." Nate offers easily. It's not difficult to say it outside of the moment. "Not for things like that. I get it. You just," He shrugs, trying to find an appropriate word, "react." He did the same, under pressure.
The soft kiss feels like a period in the conversation for the moment, Nate shifting and pressing into it just as gently. His hand moves to cradle Sunjata's head, making the angle a little easier. And he pulls back after a moment, long enough for a breath, before dipping in again. And again. Really, Nate would be more than happy to kiss the other man until the sun came up, until the island took them far into the sea.
Nate can't stop the snort that leaves him at the other man's comment. Really he'd been thinking about whatever shit they could dredge up between the two of them, a laundry list of issues a mile long. Adding in other people's problems with them hadn't even really occurred to him. Didn't really matter to him. He's glad for the quiet while he gets his thoughts, his words together for the one person who does matter to him, though the reaction has one of his brows quirking. "First time you've heard which part?" There's a fair amount of curiosity in Nate's voice, wondering which new first they'd managed to stumble over already.
There's no more space between them for Nate to press into, despite the renewed pressure of Sunjata's arms, even as his head sinks away. Immediately Nate's hand shifts to so his thumb can stroke along the attuned's cheek, bright gaze trying to hold the other man in the moment, in their closeness. Trying to make him feel like he doesn't need to shrink away, despite the fact that he'd done the same thing earlier. It's not really a surprise that Sunjata is slow to open up, slow to trust, but this is a snort that Nate does suppress, offering an understanding nod instead. His mind also flashes back to the snap of authority, after the volcano, the wall he'd been pushed into and how easily it had seemed to come to the other man. As easily as his own struggling had come to him. "I don't really need to forgive you." Nate offers easily. It's not difficult to say it outside of the moment. "Not for things like that. I get it. You just," He shrugs, trying to find an appropriate word, "react." He did the same, under pressure.
The soft kiss feels like a period in the conversation for the moment, Nate shifting and pressing into it just as gently. His hand moves to cradle Sunjata's head, making the angle a little easier. And he pulls back after a moment, long enough for a breath, before dipping in again. And again. Really, Nate would be more than happy to kiss the other man until the sun came up, until the island took them far into the sea.
I would never call him enemy
He's the bad god I need
He's the bad god I need
