Oh, how wrong we were to think That immortality meant never dying
He understands the trepidation, the worry, he does, but he knows it’s all unnecessary as well. Sunjata would take her in in a heartbeat, without question. His lips quirk into a grin and he nods, hesitating before he speaks, thinking better of it after a moment and holding his tongue. Offering out his jacket, his arm, Nate leads them into the night, content to be silent until home begins to rise up in the distance. ”Thats it.” He confirms breathlessly, arm falling away to let her hurry up to the door while he hangs back, feeling suddenly awkward as it opens.
There’s silence on the other side of the bond, something Nate mimics automatically while his hands move to try and get a smoke lit, struggling with the rain. This isn’t his moment, and he feels bad for intruding, as much as he is jealous of it. His one eye watches Sunjata open the door, watches the pair embrace, and then drops away, the Demi-god turning his attention to the still trampled garden.
Nate very nearly jumps as a voice invades the silence in his mind, his gaze snapping back towards the door. His face is stony, jaw set in a hard line when he nods, poking a hole through his own walls to respond. She found me. I just brought her home. His silent voice carries all the emotion he won’t let his face show, awkward and pained and quietly envious.
A few short steps carry him closer, his hand coming up like he might reach over Saartjie’s shoulder for his husbands face, though it falls short, fingers closing around the shoulder of the jacket. ”I’m gonna need this back.” He rumbles gently, tugging it away and slipping back into his jacket. ”I’ll uh... I’ll see you soon.” The words are stiff, a poor parting, but the only one he can offer. Nates never liked leaving without the last word, even if it’s pained and awkward.
There’s silence on the other side of the bond, something Nate mimics automatically while his hands move to try and get a smoke lit, struggling with the rain. This isn’t his moment, and he feels bad for intruding, as much as he is jealous of it. His one eye watches Sunjata open the door, watches the pair embrace, and then drops away, the Demi-god turning his attention to the still trampled garden.
Nate very nearly jumps as a voice invades the silence in his mind, his gaze snapping back towards the door. His face is stony, jaw set in a hard line when he nods, poking a hole through his own walls to respond. She found me. I just brought her home. His silent voice carries all the emotion he won’t let his face show, awkward and pained and quietly envious.
A few short steps carry him closer, his hand coming up like he might reach over Saartjie’s shoulder for his husbands face, though it falls short, fingers closing around the shoulder of the jacket. ”I’m gonna need this back.” He rumbles gently, tugging it away and slipping back into his jacket. ”I’ll uh... I’ll see you soon.” The words are stiff, a poor parting, but the only one he can offer. Nates never liked leaving without the last word, even if it’s pained and awkward.
NATE
