engage with the pain as a motive, today of all days, see
"Not you." Of all the vicious, stupid cycles Nate's circled around throughout the course of this illness, this one has to be the most irritating, and yet the one he's noticed the least, the one he'd be the happiest looping in ad nauseum. "My Voice." It's a clarification, a snappy claim, greedy fingers closing around everything he feels the slightest bit of ownership to.
Teeth snap at him, Nate's fingers flexing just out of range of Neron's teeth before his entire arm is stretching out, meaning to bring the other man in against his chest. He's a cuddler at the best of times, and now, with all of his inhibitions and impulse control melted away? Neron doesn't stand a chance. "My kind of lawyer then." Comes the hum, the amused purr.
No, they're tangled together until something forces Nate to move, more than likely Sunjata, coming to collect him.
Fin
Teeth snap at him, Nate's fingers flexing just out of range of Neron's teeth before his entire arm is stretching out, meaning to bring the other man in against his chest. He's a cuddler at the best of times, and now, with all of his inhibitions and impulse control melted away? Neron doesn't stand a chance. "My kind of lawyer then." Comes the hum, the amused purr.
No, they're tangled together until something forces Nate to move, more than likely Sunjata, coming to collect him.
Fin
how the most dangerous thing is to love
how you will heal and you'll rise above
NATE
