We could leave or stay and fight, no difference from the day to night
You’re beautiful! Nate shoots back automatically, his mouth opening so his tongue can wag in a tease and taunt both. A titter of pure delight drags itself out from deep in his throat, too formless and feral to be called a laugh. I love you. He says in the face of the snarl, back straightening as shivers of lightning travel up his arms and into his core. His arms glow all the brighter while his hair does it’s damnedest to stand up on end.
It’s all he can do to keep his feet under him when Sunjata draws back, and then Nate can’t even do that, his connected hands scrabbling for purchase on the smooth scales on the attuned’s face. I always kiss it better! He tries to argue, voice shaking as he struggles to drag himself up into a more sustainable position. Sure, he might end up facing the wrong direction, but his legs squeeze just above the base of his horns, his flesh and faux arms both clinging to the horns themselves for dear life.
“That all y’got?” Nate roars the words, triumph making his voice that much louder.
It’s all he can do to keep his feet under him when Sunjata draws back, and then Nate can’t even do that, his connected hands scrabbling for purchase on the smooth scales on the attuned’s face. I always kiss it better! He tries to argue, voice shaking as he struggles to drag himself up into a more sustainable position. Sure, he might end up facing the wrong direction, but his legs squeeze just above the base of his horns, his flesh and faux arms both clinging to the horns themselves for dear life.
“That all y’got?” Nate roars the words, triumph making his voice that much louder.
NATE
