just put down the bottle, don't listen to what you've consumed
Of everything that’s happened, everything he’s had to do so far, this is the easiest. Nate pulls his hand back, finger slipping out of Sunjata’s mouth as smoothly as he can. Only time would tell how much it helps, the ascended’s eyes filled with worry as he looks over the attuned. This isn’t a pain he knows, and even if it was, it’s so much worse to see it in the other man, to be able to do nothing about it. ”I love you too, Sunny.” His husbands head dips, but it doesn’t stop Nate from leaning in again, brushing his lips against the others head.
Despite everything, a quiet huff of amusement leaves Nate, a shini by star of bright humour in his otherwise dark mental canvas. Of course Sunjata only asks after it’s too late to go back. Its not going to start right away, but... you’ll feel light. Outside yourself, almost. And happy. Thats less of a guarantee, but if he plants the seed now, it’s more likely to bloom. You’ll probably be more, Nate grumbles, sends one of his hands spiralling to try and symbolize some state just out of reach, open. Shifting to wrap himself around Sunjata as the attuned presses closer, Nate lets a cool hand slide down his husbands back, over lines of ink that he imagines he can feel, and bumpy raised scars that he pretends he can’t. If you feel really hot, or really thirsty, you need to tell me. It’s the only serious warning he can think of.
For a moment, it seems like they’re going to stay like this, seems like they’re going to stay here, before Nate actually looks around, takes stock of what he might need if things tilt towards the bad, as they’re so wont to do. Do you want to go home before it kicks in?
Despite everything, a quiet huff of amusement leaves Nate, a shini by star of bright humour in his otherwise dark mental canvas. Of course Sunjata only asks after it’s too late to go back. Its not going to start right away, but... you’ll feel light. Outside yourself, almost. And happy. Thats less of a guarantee, but if he plants the seed now, it’s more likely to bloom. You’ll probably be more, Nate grumbles, sends one of his hands spiralling to try and symbolize some state just out of reach, open. Shifting to wrap himself around Sunjata as the attuned presses closer, Nate lets a cool hand slide down his husbands back, over lines of ink that he imagines he can feel, and bumpy raised scars that he pretends he can’t. If you feel really hot, or really thirsty, you need to tell me. It’s the only serious warning he can think of.
For a moment, it seems like they’re going to stay like this, seems like they’re going to stay here, before Nate actually looks around, takes stock of what he might need if things tilt towards the bad, as they’re so wont to do. Do you want to go home before it kicks in?
it's chaos, confusion, and wholly unworthy
of feeding and it's wholly untrue
NATE
