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
Nate feels the shift the moment it happens, though he doesn’t understand it. All he knows is the warm core of his husband freezes, his confusion and upset reflected in the ascended. Shifting closer, Nate tries to offer what comfort he can, swiping a hand across his shoulders, the gesture stuttering to a stop when Sunjata turns to him.
Oh, does she? There is something weakly combative on the surface of the words, backed up by a furrowed brow and clenched fists. In the bond though, there’s confusion, resentment, fear, and at his very core, a distant smugness. It’s not you sonskyn. I’ll go. Nate’s going to soak up the hug first, going to follow it up with a gentle kiss pressed to Sunjata’s lips. And only when he’s satisfied does he turn, stepping towards the door.
Like a bad omen, Nate lingers at the doorway, turning to look over his shoulder at Kamaria. There’s a warm, wide smile on his face, Nate very carefully not letting his gaze lift to Safrin, if only because he’s sure he won’t be able to control his expression. “I’ll see you in a bit, Sundrop. Have a good visit with your mother, alright?” Blowing a kiss in her direction as well, Nate finally leaves, waiting just outside the lighthouse with a smoke, as if the old habit could help bleed away his newest twist of anger.
Oh, does she? There is something weakly combative on the surface of the words, backed up by a furrowed brow and clenched fists. In the bond though, there’s confusion, resentment, fear, and at his very core, a distant smugness. It’s not you sonskyn. I’ll go. Nate’s going to soak up the hug first, going to follow it up with a gentle kiss pressed to Sunjata’s lips. And only when he’s satisfied does he turn, stepping towards the door.
Like a bad omen, Nate lingers at the doorway, turning to look over his shoulder at Kamaria. There’s a warm, wide smile on his face, Nate very carefully not letting his gaze lift to Safrin, if only because he’s sure he won’t be able to control his expression. “I’ll see you in a bit, Sundrop. Have a good visit with your mother, alright?” Blowing a kiss in her direction as well, Nate finally leaves, waiting just outside the lighthouse with a smoke, as if the old habit could help bleed away his newest twist of anger.
holding on to what I haven’t got
NATE
