- NATE -
I don’t want a world
Without pain or loss
Without pain or loss
Nate keeps moving, slowly, in Sunjata's embrace, shifting so they're chest to chest, as much as trusts the other man with his back. A brow, the one not bisected this time, rises, the expression somehow obvious despite being wrapped up with bandages. Talking about it like this, it sounds like they're prepping for any other bad storm, any other normal thing, and Nate let's himself settle into that thought, smiling faintly as a kiss is pressed to his cheek. "Look at you go." He murmurs in response to the work the other man had done, despite the whine that comes at the first mention of water.
"Thought of almost everything, didn't you?" Slowly, he's been creeping back to that easy purr, the drip of a flirt on his lips, just because it was Sunjata he was talking to. Nate's hands find their way up the other mans body, taking a wandering, appreciative path. They're almost curled around the attuned's shoulders when the crash from the living room shatters his facade of calm, has Nate twisting, stuck where he is between a body and the counter.
There's no pulse under his skin, but if there were, it would be thundering as panic shifts to anger quickly, Nate breaking away from Sunjata so he can shout across the house, his voice sterner, louder, angrier than he means. "Mota, Haai, stop fucking around!" The sudden sharpness of his posture does little to hide the tremble in his hands, his own shouting doing more to key at his anxieties than the crash had, but he's gone too far to backtrack now. The starwhal slows, though she's more concerned with Haai's well being than her master is, and more than willing to ignore Nate's sternness, understanding where it comes from enough to not be worried.
"Thought of almost everything, didn't you?" Slowly, he's been creeping back to that easy purr, the drip of a flirt on his lips, just because it was Sunjata he was talking to. Nate's hands find their way up the other mans body, taking a wandering, appreciative path. They're almost curled around the attuned's shoulders when the crash from the living room shatters his facade of calm, has Nate twisting, stuck where he is between a body and the counter.
There's no pulse under his skin, but if there were, it would be thundering as panic shifts to anger quickly, Nate breaking away from Sunjata so he can shout across the house, his voice sterner, louder, angrier than he means. "Mota, Haai, stop fucking around!" The sudden sharpness of his posture does little to hide the tremble in his hands, his own shouting doing more to key at his anxieties than the crash had, but he's gone too far to backtrack now. The starwhal slows, though she's more concerned with Haai's well being than her master is, and more than willing to ignore Nate's sternness, understanding where it comes from enough to not be worried.
I just want them
To mean something
To mean something
