- NATE -
I don’t want a world
Without pain or loss
Without pain or loss
"Blue?" Nate hummed, not needing to look to bring to mind the shade of Sunjata's eyes, but looking anyway. How many things has he compared the colour to, oceans and storms and steel, and yet every time he's a little surprised, a little breathless as he looks. If nothing else, it's one hell of a distraction, a reason to shake his head, defying a God's words easily. "No. They're a lot nicer than just blue." Words flow out of him a lot more nicely with a distraction, though even distraction doesn't last forever, doesn't put too much of a dent into the whirlwind of emotions he's trapped on.
It's good that it benefits them both, but it's purely selfish reasoning that has Nate drawing in close, hiding away his gaze. His eyes already sting from just the offer, a pressure building up just from the thought that Sunjata has a list. When the other man starts actually speaking, he wants to be able to keep a tight grip on himself, doesn't want the moment of weakness where he's struggling to not be pulled off his feet by the rabid dog of his emotions seen.
From the very first words that drop from Sunjata it's a lost battle. There's no keeping himself together, there's just holding back enough that he's not actually crying, only tearing up. Nate's hand lifts from where it's wrapped around the attuned to cup his face, feeling the grin grow. To love, and be loved so much is almost foreign, and it fills him so full his chest feels like it might burst, no room for his negativity, his yoyoing anger and depression, at least not for the moment. His eye is glassy when the other man pulls back, but there's not even room for the shame that would normally accompany being seen like this.
"I didn't know you'd put so much thought into this." He offers softly, a wide, sincere grin spread over his face. It cracks into a huff of laughter at the question, one eye sparkling. "There's more?" Nate hesitates a moment, just for the dramatics of it, before doubling down. "I wanna hear it all, but... Let me..."
His hand rises to cover Sunjata's eyes gently, a slight smile the last thing the attuned is allowed to see. Nate hesitates a moment, a breath, to build tension some little voice in his whispers, but he can't deny what he want's for long. He leans in to kiss Sunjata, gently at first, then more and more insistent, almost pulling away more than once before pressing in again. Normally, he's so careful about giving the other man time to breathe, but right now he doesn't care, doesn't want to pull away for as long as he can manage, everything feeling easy, blissfully normal when they're together like this.
It's good that it benefits them both, but it's purely selfish reasoning that has Nate drawing in close, hiding away his gaze. His eyes already sting from just the offer, a pressure building up just from the thought that Sunjata has a list. When the other man starts actually speaking, he wants to be able to keep a tight grip on himself, doesn't want the moment of weakness where he's struggling to not be pulled off his feet by the rabid dog of his emotions seen.
From the very first words that drop from Sunjata it's a lost battle. There's no keeping himself together, there's just holding back enough that he's not actually crying, only tearing up. Nate's hand lifts from where it's wrapped around the attuned to cup his face, feeling the grin grow. To love, and be loved so much is almost foreign, and it fills him so full his chest feels like it might burst, no room for his negativity, his yoyoing anger and depression, at least not for the moment. His eye is glassy when the other man pulls back, but there's not even room for the shame that would normally accompany being seen like this.
"I didn't know you'd put so much thought into this." He offers softly, a wide, sincere grin spread over his face. It cracks into a huff of laughter at the question, one eye sparkling. "There's more?" Nate hesitates a moment, just for the dramatics of it, before doubling down. "I wanna hear it all, but... Let me..."
His hand rises to cover Sunjata's eyes gently, a slight smile the last thing the attuned is allowed to see. Nate hesitates a moment, a breath, to build tension some little voice in his whispers, but he can't deny what he want's for long. He leans in to kiss Sunjata, gently at first, then more and more insistent, almost pulling away more than once before pressing in again. Normally, he's so careful about giving the other man time to breathe, but right now he doesn't care, doesn't want to pull away for as long as he can manage, everything feeling easy, blissfully normal when they're together like this.
I just want them
To mean something
To mean something
