- NATE -
I don’t want a world
Without pain or loss
Without pain or loss
Of the two of them, he should really be the first to rise, to offer a hand out to help the other man up. Nate doesn't, though, doesn't do anything more than tilt his head back, watching the attuned stretch out above him. He goes to great lengths to ignore the slight difference in height between them usually, now, he can't help but feel a little comforted by the way Sunjata towers. He accepts the hand offered out with both of his, wanting it for the connection more than the help, for the way it gives him an anchor to lean into once he's on his feet.
An arm snakes around Sunjata's waist, the other pulls his arm around Nate's shoulders, a close, admittedly awkward way to amble into the house. Haai and Pemota had their own drama's, the young starwhal balking at the attempt to keep her in line, and retaliating with a soft bap of her short, spiralling horn against the griffin's side.
As soon as they're inside, Nate moves towards the kitchen, forgoing any candles or lights. He could see well enough to go without, and he knew Sunjata could too. Trying to keep moving, to keep melancholy from settling in again where it had so recently been evicted, Nate tapped a nonsense rhythm along the counter while he fiddled with the first aid kit, wrapping a bandage around his face with a well practised ease. It's not a moment he wants to linger in, not one he want's Sunjata to be in, and he tries to move past it quickly, hands still tapping with an almost manic energy. "How's the cellar coming?"
An arm snakes around Sunjata's waist, the other pulls his arm around Nate's shoulders, a close, admittedly awkward way to amble into the house. Haai and Pemota had their own drama's, the young starwhal balking at the attempt to keep her in line, and retaliating with a soft bap of her short, spiralling horn against the griffin's side.
As soon as they're inside, Nate moves towards the kitchen, forgoing any candles or lights. He could see well enough to go without, and he knew Sunjata could too. Trying to keep moving, to keep melancholy from settling in again where it had so recently been evicted, Nate tapped a nonsense rhythm along the counter while he fiddled with the first aid kit, wrapping a bandage around his face with a well practised ease. It's not a moment he wants to linger in, not one he want's Sunjata to be in, and he tries to move past it quickly, hands still tapping with an almost manic energy. "How's the cellar coming?"
I just want them
To mean something
To mean something
