- NATE -
Got my own monster
Nobody but me
Nobody but me
If everything he said could bring a smile to the other man's lips, Nate would be happy for a very long time. Would talk a hell of a lot more too. But he's content with the small smile he gets here, a soft laugh leaving him at the response. "Not just change. I want to... grow with you, or something. Build a home." The words grow softer, trailing off as something like embarrassment grip's Nate. He tries to focus on the man below him, on the way his hair feels moving through his fingers, the way he's warm enough that it actually registers to his dulled senses, and it's enough to keep him from ducking down again.
The feeling in his chest was big enough that Nate wanted to shout it, wanted to give all of it to Sunjata now, but he couldn't. Not quite yet. There was too much to say, and not near enough words for it. I love you only covered so much, could only have so many meanings, and it didn't feel like near enough for Nate. Didn't feel the same as I want to keep you safe, or I could stare into your eyes forever. Wasn't quite enough for I'd be happy to hold you in my arms every night.
What he wouldn't give to know the cause of the dark clouds in the already stormy gaze, to know what to say to soothe them. But Nate manages to catch the attuned before he can shift away, a bright smile spreading over his lips as he does. Moments like this are why the worse is worth it, the few times he's had to drift into it with the other man. Some part of him wants to echo the refrain he's been chirping this whole time, you are worth this, but it's easier to show through touch. Through the kiss.
It's a promise, almost before it's a kiss. To stay, to experience the pain, the sadness, together. To enjoy the happiness, the warmth. A soft, fond sigh leaves Nate when Sunjata presses back into him as soon as he can, when fingers push through his hair. And when they part properly, Sunjata breathless despite his best attempts, Nate shifts to wrap his other arm around the other mans shoulders as well, to squeeze him as tightly as he can in the closest thing he can do to a hug while lying down. "I can't either." He laughs brightly.
Though, as peaceful as everything is, as perfect as it feels, laying on the sand on an island with a mind of it's own is not exactly something they can do forever. And after what feels like not at all enough time spent pressed together, Nate moves to sit up, trying to pull Sunjata with him. He turns to look behind him, the march of baby turtles slowed to a trickle, and the waves beyond them. "You said you wanted to swim, didn't you?"
The feeling in his chest was big enough that Nate wanted to shout it, wanted to give all of it to Sunjata now, but he couldn't. Not quite yet. There was too much to say, and not near enough words for it. I love you only covered so much, could only have so many meanings, and it didn't feel like near enough for Nate. Didn't feel the same as I want to keep you safe, or I could stare into your eyes forever. Wasn't quite enough for I'd be happy to hold you in my arms every night.
What he wouldn't give to know the cause of the dark clouds in the already stormy gaze, to know what to say to soothe them. But Nate manages to catch the attuned before he can shift away, a bright smile spreading over his lips as he does. Moments like this are why the worse is worth it, the few times he's had to drift into it with the other man. Some part of him wants to echo the refrain he's been chirping this whole time, you are worth this, but it's easier to show through touch. Through the kiss.
It's a promise, almost before it's a kiss. To stay, to experience the pain, the sadness, together. To enjoy the happiness, the warmth. A soft, fond sigh leaves Nate when Sunjata presses back into him as soon as he can, when fingers push through his hair. And when they part properly, Sunjata breathless despite his best attempts, Nate shifts to wrap his other arm around the other mans shoulders as well, to squeeze him as tightly as he can in the closest thing he can do to a hug while lying down. "I can't either." He laughs brightly.
Though, as peaceful as everything is, as perfect as it feels, laying on the sand on an island with a mind of it's own is not exactly something they can do forever. And after what feels like not at all enough time spent pressed together, Nate moves to sit up, trying to pull Sunjata with him. He turns to look behind him, the march of baby turtles slowed to a trickle, and the waves beyond them. "You said you wanted to swim, didn't you?"
I would never call him enemy
He's the bad god I need
He's the bad god I need
