Oh, how wrong we were to think That immortality meant never dying
Really, the only reason Nate is going anywhere is because his arm is entwined with Sunjata's, because he has no other choice. They can't be parted now, can't be parted ever. Sure, sometimes the thought, the memory slips from his mind, but every time Nate turns to look at his fian- his husband, he remembers all over again, feels a giddy rush flood through him. Everywhere they're pressed together, warmth flows between them, no blood in Nate to flush him red, but his face still shiny, iridescent with fluid sweat.
Just like the memory of his marriage, Nate's attention wavers, drifting in and out of the words announced. He gets a few things, healing water, pretty flowers, and then Remi is looking at him, smiling. A toothy smile is offered back to the governor, the hand not entwined with Sunjata's lifting, waving an eager greeting, and quite effectively shooing away the pesky warning offered out to him, to Sam.
A soft grunt leaves Nate as he's pulled closer, wary eye on the barrel of water. But he offers an encouragin smile to Sunjata, nods his head. It's healing water, and the attuned has been sick for far too long. If he didn't know better, Nate owuld almsot swear he's starting to feel under the weather. And just to be supportive, the bubble of panic in his throat is swallowed down, and he takes his own cup of water. "You're going to be fine." He promises, swallowing it down just after the other man and squeezing his hand tight.
Just like the memory of his marriage, Nate's attention wavers, drifting in and out of the words announced. He gets a few things, healing water, pretty flowers, and then Remi is looking at him, smiling. A toothy smile is offered back to the governor, the hand not entwined with Sunjata's lifting, waving an eager greeting, and quite effectively shooing away the pesky warning offered out to him, to Sam.
A soft grunt leaves Nate as he's pulled closer, wary eye on the barrel of water. But he offers an encouragin smile to Sunjata, nods his head. It's healing water, and the attuned has been sick for far too long. If he didn't know better, Nate owuld almsot swear he's starting to feel under the weather. And just to be supportive, the bubble of panic in his throat is swallowed down, and he takes his own cup of water. "You're going to be fine." He promises, swallowing it down just after the other man and squeezing his hand tight.
NATE
