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
"Just for a little bit." How Nate manages to keep his voice so steady, even he doesn't know. Even when she offers her elegant solution, he bites back the tremor of whatever it awakens in him. Loss and pain and regret, a fraction of what Hotaru must have felt, all shared with Sunjata. Even with emotion swirling in his chest and behind his eyes, Nate's voice is level when he answers. "I don't think that's a good idea. What if I get daddy sick? Or you?" Shaking his head, the ascended turns to offer a smile over his shoulder. "I'll be back before you even know it. And I won't be sick anymore, and then we can say hello properly." However that might be, gods know they hadn't done it right the first time.
There's a pinch in Nate's brows as he thinks about the suggested room, one that lasts only a moment. There's some boxes in there that need to be moved. A half-remembered flash of weapons and other such grown-up implements drifts over to the attuned before Nate turns, stirring at a bowl nestled snugly in the crook of his arm. He makes the task look effortless, not even looking as he grabs an egg and cracks it into the mix. "If you fill your whole room with seashells there won't be any room for anything else. Not for," fuck, what did little girls like? "flowers, or uh, or the kittens."
The last huff of laughter is aimed at Sunjata, something flashing in his eyes at the compliment. "I am the best chef in Torchline." He hums smugly, promptly realizing he hasn't gotten a pan out on the stove yet, so there's nowhere for this batter to go. Shaking his head, he rectifies his mistake, setting a kettle out for the eventual coffee as well.
"My favourite?" He hums while he thinks, moving to pour a glass of grape juice for Kamaria while they wait for the pan to heat up. "Eggs, and bacon, and fruit." Comes the simple answer, the ascended not quite able to fully meet the girls eyes. And not only because he only has the one to her two. "I can make all of it, but it's going to be a very big breakfast."
There's a pinch in Nate's brows as he thinks about the suggested room, one that lasts only a moment. There's some boxes in there that need to be moved. A half-remembered flash of weapons and other such grown-up implements drifts over to the attuned before Nate turns, stirring at a bowl nestled snugly in the crook of his arm. He makes the task look effortless, not even looking as he grabs an egg and cracks it into the mix. "If you fill your whole room with seashells there won't be any room for anything else. Not for," fuck, what did little girls like? "flowers, or uh, or the kittens."
The last huff of laughter is aimed at Sunjata, something flashing in his eyes at the compliment. "I am the best chef in Torchline." He hums smugly, promptly realizing he hasn't gotten a pan out on the stove yet, so there's nowhere for this batter to go. Shaking his head, he rectifies his mistake, setting a kettle out for the eventual coffee as well.
"My favourite?" He hums while he thinks, moving to pour a glass of grape juice for Kamaria while they wait for the pan to heat up. "Eggs, and bacon, and fruit." Comes the simple answer, the ascended not quite able to fully meet the girls eyes. And not only because he only has the one to her two. "I can make all of it, but it's going to be a very big breakfast."
holding on to what I haven’t got
NATE
