If there is one thing in the world that Nate does not want to do right now, it’s let go of Sunjata’s hand. Even for a moment, even for something better. He fights it, grip only loosening in fits and spurts until his hand is once again empty. Some low keening threatens to start from deep in his chest, if the words words didn’t suddenly click. Leaning in expectantly and nodding, the ascended tries to offer what he considers to be a reassuring flicker of a smile, though gods only know how it actually looked. [say]Obviously[/say] Nate lies, knowing he will do his utmost to wring everything out of this discovery. Knowing just as well that this burn is not something he’ll be able to hide from his face for long. That makes it better, right? Less of a lie?
It doesn’t matter at all though, because Sunjata’s hands rise and cradle his face, and Nate doesn’t feel any of the pain. Just a too cool, too smooth pressure, firm around his jaw. A shuddering gasp of sound leaves the ascended, his husband apparently the only thing that can trick his lungs into moving right now. No part of this is enough, but when he thought he’d have nothing it’s absolutely heavenly. You don’t know what you have until it’s gone. But it will come back. He will come back. A certain sentiment, in this fractured moment, shared helplessly, wordlessly through the ring.
Nate sags into his husbands hands, something in him breaking and leaking audibly out of his mouth. A sob, but not, pinched and hidden behind a dozen crumbling walls. Eyes squeeze shut tightly, his jaw trying to follow suit if only to minimize the trembling. His hands rise after a moment that feels much longer, pressing against Sunjata’s chest just because he can. He doesn’t need to look to set his hand over the constellation marring the attuned’s chest, just needs to follow the prickling discomfort until it’s most obvious under his hand. Pushing against it, it almost seems like Nate is trying to push his husband away, if not for how desperately his face squishes into gloved hands.
Breath heaves from Nate in a quick pant, if only so something fills his ears. It should the thundering of his heart, but it stays stubbornly still, immune to his emotional pleas and desires. His eye opens again, slowly, focusing my through tears at the long line of Sunjata’s throat, the silvery marks pressed into every inch of it. [say]”Hey.”[/say] He breathes, so softly it doesn’t even sound like a word, though it seems to work, the other man’s gaze finding his own again. Nate tries to force shaking lips into a grin, can’t get the curves of it right, in the same way that he can’t get the right edge to his words. [say]”Y’dont gotta look up there. ‘M right here.”[/say]
It doesn’t matter at all though, because Sunjata’s hands rise and cradle his face, and Nate doesn’t feel any of the pain. Just a too cool, too smooth pressure, firm around his jaw. A shuddering gasp of sound leaves the ascended, his husband apparently the only thing that can trick his lungs into moving right now. No part of this is enough, but when he thought he’d have nothing it’s absolutely heavenly. You don’t know what you have until it’s gone. But it will come back. He will come back. A certain sentiment, in this fractured moment, shared helplessly, wordlessly through the ring.
Nate sags into his husbands hands, something in him breaking and leaking audibly out of his mouth. A sob, but not, pinched and hidden behind a dozen crumbling walls. Eyes squeeze shut tightly, his jaw trying to follow suit if only to minimize the trembling. His hands rise after a moment that feels much longer, pressing against Sunjata’s chest just because he can. He doesn’t need to look to set his hand over the constellation marring the attuned’s chest, just needs to follow the prickling discomfort until it’s most obvious under his hand. Pushing against it, it almost seems like Nate is trying to push his husband away, if not for how desperately his face squishes into gloved hands.
Breath heaves from Nate in a quick pant, if only so something fills his ears. It should the thundering of his heart, but it stays stubbornly still, immune to his emotional pleas and desires. His eye opens again, slowly, focusing my through tears at the long line of Sunjata’s throat, the silvery marks pressed into every inch of it. [say]”Hey.”[/say] He breathes, so softly it doesn’t even sound like a word, though it seems to work, the other man’s gaze finding his own again. Nate tries to force shaking lips into a grin, can’t get the curves of it right, in the same way that he can’t get the right edge to his words. [say]”Y’dont gotta look up there. ‘M right here.”[/say]
