you're trying not to tell him you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling
Fingers, real ones, tap out a slow, meandering rhythm along Sunjata’s spine, reminding him that Nate is here, as if he needs it. The pressure all around him hasn't abated once, won’t, not until morning comes, until they make their way back downstairs for coffee, for breakfast. I missed having you here. Nate thinks, not meaning to send it over, but not caring quite enough to actually stop it.
Yes, but... they were both ascended. And Azrael is... a Demi-god, I think. Nate doesn’t say it, doesn’t think it, but it’s clearly not what he wants. The whole point of it is to not involve more pieces in the game the Gods are playing. She did... Pausing and thinking better of whatever had been about to slip from him, Nate tries again. I think it’s worth asking First. Before we look into other things. She’d said he could go to her for anything. This certainly fell under that umbrella, didn’t it?
Yes, but... they were both ascended. And Azrael is... a Demi-god, I think. Nate doesn’t say it, doesn’t think it, but it’s clearly not what he wants. The whole point of it is to not involve more pieces in the game the Gods are playing. She did... Pausing and thinking better of whatever had been about to slip from him, Nate tries again. I think it’s worth asking First. Before we look into other things. She’d said he could go to her for anything. This certainly fell under that umbrella, didn’t it?
& you're trembling and he reaches over
and touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist
NATE
