- NATE -
Got my own monster
Nobody but me
Nobody but me
A soft laugh bubbles out of Nate at the smooth retort from Sunjata, his own experience so far more struggling than nice. More bobbing in the waves like an abandoned bottle than the easy approach of the attuned, though he's quick to lean back into the hands that come around him. "Well you make it look easy." Nate tips his head so he can actually look into the steely eyes of the other man, so his smile softens the blow of his complaint.
Ironically, it gets easier the more distracted he is from it. The less Nate can actually think about how to move the fin, how to swim with it, the more he can just move, just swim. And there's nothing more distracting than Sunjata's lips on him, his body behind him. A low sigh heaves out of Nate when the attuned urges him on though, has him shifting, urging himself on.
It is not graceful. As soon as he's back in his head, Nate struggles again, no easy flow or gentle kick of the fin. He flops forward, tail coming up behind him with a spray of water, a loud slap on the surface, and then he's sinking, half mortified and half dying of laughter, because even he can tell that should have hurt. Underwater is where it clicks properly. Maybe it's being fully immersed in the space meant for the shift, maybe it's just the sudden lack of eyes on him, but the motions of the tail come easier. Nate takes a long moment to really get his fins under him, then surges at Sunjata, breaching the surface with a whoop before colliding with the other man, arms wrapping around him excitedly.
Ironically, it gets easier the more distracted he is from it. The less Nate can actually think about how to move the fin, how to swim with it, the more he can just move, just swim. And there's nothing more distracting than Sunjata's lips on him, his body behind him. A low sigh heaves out of Nate when the attuned urges him on though, has him shifting, urging himself on.
It is not graceful. As soon as he's back in his head, Nate struggles again, no easy flow or gentle kick of the fin. He flops forward, tail coming up behind him with a spray of water, a loud slap on the surface, and then he's sinking, half mortified and half dying of laughter, because even he can tell that should have hurt. Underwater is where it clicks properly. Maybe it's being fully immersed in the space meant for the shift, maybe it's just the sudden lack of eyes on him, but the motions of the tail come easier. Nate takes a long moment to really get his fins under him, then surges at Sunjata, breaching the surface with a whoop before colliding with the other man, arms wrapping around him excitedly.
I would never call him enemy
He's the bad god I need
He's the bad god I need
