NATE
”Would i lie to you?” The purr is easy, automatic. Quick hands reach out to cup Sunjata’s face, trapping him before he can escape, just so Nate can make his point. ”Sunny.” He begins, terribly gentle. ”You played me a song on a real piano that you went out specifically and got. It literally doesn’t get more romantic than that.” And just like that, the hands are dropped again, the ascended leaning into the kiss pressing against his cheek.
Nate is in the middle of grabbing a pan himself when Sunjata continues, Safrin’s name dropping from his lips and bringing with it an ugly reminder. The pan clatters against the counter a touch too hard, fighting to keep the smile on his face, though the attuned knows him more than well enough to see all the places it’s cracking. ”Something like that, probably.” Even his voice is strained, his throat tight with a deep swirling discomfort. If he didn’t know better, he’d say he was nauseous.
Keep moving, stay focused on something, anything else. Nate grabs the recipe, glances over it, then busies himself grabbing spices, setting them out on the counter before Sunjata. ”Can you peel the pears?”
Nate is in the middle of grabbing a pan himself when Sunjata continues, Safrin’s name dropping from his lips and bringing with it an ugly reminder. The pan clatters against the counter a touch too hard, fighting to keep the smile on his face, though the attuned knows him more than well enough to see all the places it’s cracking. ”Something like that, probably.” Even his voice is strained, his throat tight with a deep swirling discomfort. If he didn’t know better, he’d say he was nauseous.
Keep moving, stay focused on something, anything else. Nate grabs the recipe, glances over it, then busies himself grabbing spices, setting them out on the counter before Sunjata. ”Can you peel the pears?”
say hello to the good times
and say hello to the sun
and say hello to the sun
