I know what it takes to move on; I know how it feels to lie
All I wanna do is trade this life for something new
All I wanna do is trade this life for something new
"Yes." Another simple answer accompanied by a nod, made even easier by the fact that it had been provided by Kamaria. "I am sick right now. I'm going to be going on a trip to get better, and then we can say hello properly, okay?" Might as well kill two birds with one stone, be as upfront as he can be as quickly as possible. It feels better to not let her get too attached before he disappears again anyway. "For now though, Sun-" It's going to take him a lifetime to get used to this. "-Daddy is right." Sitting and talking will have to be enough.
How long has it been since Safrin dropped her off? What time had it been that he'd tried to come downstairs? The hours are wavy to Nate, as they always seem to be of late, but it's still clear enough to know that it's been entirely too long, a crackle of annoyance sparking towards Sunjata as he pulls ingredients out for something lavish. The ascended tries to keep his pep up while he half listens to the conversation, leaving this question for Sunjata to answer, but floating one of his own out as well. Which room is she taking? Obviously he's going to help as well, is going to lay down roots and reasons to come back and stay.
"The stars?" Nate leans into his surprise, brows rising so high they almost get lost in his hair and his hands pausing in their work. He leans in close to the island, about to ask if she's telling the truth when he's beaten to the punch, a warm chuckle leaving him. He returns to eyeballing ingredients, his voice cheery as he replies over his shoulder. "I'll try and make something tastier than the stars for you."
Uncharacteristic hesitation robs him of his voice, Nate little his single blue eye flick up to Sunjata, wondering which of them was being addressed, how he should answer. If he should answer. He'd put his foot in his mouth so severely before, he doesn't want to give her anymore reason to be uncomfortable around him. All of this stupid circling emotion is shared with his husband in what could perhaps be called a plea for help, though the ascended would never admit that.
How long has it been since Safrin dropped her off? What time had it been that he'd tried to come downstairs? The hours are wavy to Nate, as they always seem to be of late, but it's still clear enough to know that it's been entirely too long, a crackle of annoyance sparking towards Sunjata as he pulls ingredients out for something lavish. The ascended tries to keep his pep up while he half listens to the conversation, leaving this question for Sunjata to answer, but floating one of his own out as well. Which room is she taking? Obviously he's going to help as well, is going to lay down roots and reasons to come back and stay.
"The stars?" Nate leans into his surprise, brows rising so high they almost get lost in his hair and his hands pausing in their work. He leans in close to the island, about to ask if she's telling the truth when he's beaten to the punch, a warm chuckle leaving him. He returns to eyeballing ingredients, his voice cheery as he replies over his shoulder. "I'll try and make something tastier than the stars for you."
Uncharacteristic hesitation robs him of his voice, Nate little his single blue eye flick up to Sunjata, wondering which of them was being addressed, how he should answer. If he should answer. He'd put his foot in his mouth so severely before, he doesn't want to give her anymore reason to be uncomfortable around him. All of this stupid circling emotion is shared with his husband in what could perhaps be called a plea for help, though the ascended would never admit that.
holding on to what I haven’t got
NATE
