You pump the blood so I can breathe, Don't let me go don't ever leave
Always. Always baby, always you. Nate picks up the slack, refusing to let himself dip into the same sadness, no matter how it claws at him. This is what happens when he shoves so much bad down, when that space has to be filled, he gets loud, stubborn. He presses against Sunjata like it’s instinct, like the pressure will hold his top on, as if he hasn’t already started shaking again.
Sunjata squeezes, pressing in on himself and Nate both, and it has the ascended shifting a little, rolling them so he can drape over the attuned, a firm, unyielding pressure. The tumble of the attuned’s words reach his mind, and it’s Nate’s turn to pause, tongue running along his teeth while he considers. What if it does? Have you tried, huh? Theres more of that venomous accusation, something that Nate doesn’t shrink from this time. Well you’re not doing anything about it, obviously I have to figure it out.
The inferno is back in the bond, artfully hidden behind a paper wall, only the glow and sparks really reaching Sunjata. Nate moves both his hands to grasp his husbands shoulders, pushing himself up and pinning the other down in the same motion, faux hands still wrapped tightly around the attuned. “Lookit me.” The words would be unintelligible if not for the bond, nothing more than a rough growl.
Nates face is wreathed in wild black curls that only intensifies the electric blue of his wide eyes, ringed in glimmering fluid. There is a steel in his face, a seriousness that he’s never had need of before, that only serves to highlight all of the cracks hiding behind it. We’re not. We have choices still. A point hides in the words, Nate’s hands pressing down when he says choices.
Sunjata squeezes, pressing in on himself and Nate both, and it has the ascended shifting a little, rolling them so he can drape over the attuned, a firm, unyielding pressure. The tumble of the attuned’s words reach his mind, and it’s Nate’s turn to pause, tongue running along his teeth while he considers. What if it does? Have you tried, huh? Theres more of that venomous accusation, something that Nate doesn’t shrink from this time. Well you’re not doing anything about it, obviously I have to figure it out.
The inferno is back in the bond, artfully hidden behind a paper wall, only the glow and sparks really reaching Sunjata. Nate moves both his hands to grasp his husbands shoulders, pushing himself up and pinning the other down in the same motion, faux hands still wrapped tightly around the attuned. “Lookit me.” The words would be unintelligible if not for the bond, nothing more than a rough growl.
Nates face is wreathed in wild black curls that only intensifies the electric blue of his wide eyes, ringed in glimmering fluid. There is a steel in his face, a seriousness that he’s never had need of before, that only serves to highlight all of the cracks hiding behind it. We’re not. We have choices still. A point hides in the words, Nate’s hands pressing down when he says choices.
NATE
