One slip of the tongue, Razor sharp, but never let it show
“Always liked figuring out secrets.” Nate turns his head to mumble the words into his shoulder, eye stubbornly locked on Locke’s mouth now that it’s been the centre of attention for so long. His fingers actually lifting this time, hovering in the air between them.
Lips purse into a hard line, Nate restraining the urge to roll his eyes this time. He wants to argue, it’s simply who he is, but before he even gets a chance to open his mouth There’s a hand on his face. At first, the ascended simply stiffens, brows pulled together, but in an instant there’s a too tight grip on Locke’s wrist. “Don’t.” The warning hisses out of him, Nate’s one good eye hard and icy for a breath longer before melting. “I am thankful.” His grip loosens and shifts, a thumb finding its way to Locke’s palm to rub a soothing circle against the scars there.
Whatever moment he had seems to pass entirely entirely, the subject shifting to his guild. A smile even wider than the fake ones he’d hosted before crosses his face, Nate seeming utterly pleased at Locke’s insistence. “Knew there was a reason I liked you.” Nate purrs, who thoroughly stroked by the other man.
There’s nothing but interest in Nate’s eyes as he watches Locke’s shape slip into something else, something that is all sleek lines and sinuous muscle. Something that presses its head into his leg and all but demands affection. And who is he to deny it? Both hands come out to scratch behind Locke’s ears for a long moment before Nate leans back, his own shape slipping into something feline and dark and most definitely stolen.
This is new. Obviously. Nate’s mind is a high frequency buzz through the bond, everything carefully held back, and yet still straining under the pressure. .
Lips purse into a hard line, Nate restraining the urge to roll his eyes this time. He wants to argue, it’s simply who he is, but before he even gets a chance to open his mouth There’s a hand on his face. At first, the ascended simply stiffens, brows pulled together, but in an instant there’s a too tight grip on Locke’s wrist. “Don’t.” The warning hisses out of him, Nate’s one good eye hard and icy for a breath longer before melting. “I am thankful.” His grip loosens and shifts, a thumb finding its way to Locke’s palm to rub a soothing circle against the scars there.
Whatever moment he had seems to pass entirely entirely, the subject shifting to his guild. A smile even wider than the fake ones he’d hosted before crosses his face, Nate seeming utterly pleased at Locke’s insistence. “Knew there was a reason I liked you.” Nate purrs, who thoroughly stroked by the other man.
There’s nothing but interest in Nate’s eyes as he watches Locke’s shape slip into something else, something that is all sleek lines and sinuous muscle. Something that presses its head into his leg and all but demands affection. And who is he to deny it? Both hands come out to scratch behind Locke’s ears for a long moment before Nate leans back, his own shape slipping into something feline and dark and most definitely stolen.
This is new. Obviously. Nate’s mind is a high frequency buzz through the bond, everything carefully held back, and yet still straining under the pressure. .
NATE
