You pump the blood so I can breathe, Don't let me go don't ever leave
Easy to say from the right side. Comes the snide retort, anger not meant from the other man clawing its way out of a crack, Nate shuddering when he hears his own words, almost flinching out of his husbands grip. Another whimper wrenches through his throat, Nate’s foot stomping and his nails digging into the attuned where they can.
A spark of hot irritation burns through the ascended as Sunjata doesn’t disagree with him, doesn’t keep arguing. And you put yourself in danger for it. And now it’s useless. Some of the wind is taken out of his sails by the declaration of love, by the reminder of the root of all of this, the storm calming to a breeze for the span of a breath.
Then irritation ignites again. That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever fucking heard, testa cazzo. Nate’s tone is still harsh, but there’s a struggle to it now, an effort to maintain it. You get fuck... fucking dropped on your head recently? S’pposed t’be smarter. Abject misery haunts Nate’s side of the bond, the hypothetical far too likely to be any comfort at all. Pressure rains down against his head, reminding him of a heartbeat, giving him something to cling to while he shakes and trembles his way through honesties he hasn’t even voiced to himself before.
She... she’d talk about you. Think about you. Obviously. A full body shudder runs through Nate, an instinctual terror from a world before Caido. Don’t want her to talk about you. He thinks urgently, at the same time as Don’t want her to think about you. The blunt edges of his front teeth scrape against Sunjata’s collarbone, the ascendeds jaw trembling. I don’t... want to know if I have to choose before... before it happens.
Nate knows in the moment, in the painful face of it, he will make the right choice. But right now, like this, he has it all. There is no choice.
A spark of hot irritation burns through the ascended as Sunjata doesn’t disagree with him, doesn’t keep arguing. And you put yourself in danger for it. And now it’s useless. Some of the wind is taken out of his sails by the declaration of love, by the reminder of the root of all of this, the storm calming to a breeze for the span of a breath.
Then irritation ignites again. That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever fucking heard, testa cazzo. Nate’s tone is still harsh, but there’s a struggle to it now, an effort to maintain it. You get fuck... fucking dropped on your head recently? S’pposed t’be smarter. Abject misery haunts Nate’s side of the bond, the hypothetical far too likely to be any comfort at all. Pressure rains down against his head, reminding him of a heartbeat, giving him something to cling to while he shakes and trembles his way through honesties he hasn’t even voiced to himself before.
She... she’d talk about you. Think about you. Obviously. A full body shudder runs through Nate, an instinctual terror from a world before Caido. Don’t want her to talk about you. He thinks urgently, at the same time as Don’t want her to think about you. The blunt edges of his front teeth scrape against Sunjata’s collarbone, the ascendeds jaw trembling. I don’t... want to know if I have to choose before... before it happens.
Nate knows in the moment, in the painful face of it, he will make the right choice. But right now, like this, he has it all. There is no choice.
NATE
