NATE
With everything else going on, Nate's almost forgotten about the Festival of Lights. It's Sunjata who reminds him, a lantern made the week before. As heavy as the year has been with tragedy, it has been light on deaths, and only one lantern hangs from the single crackling arm he has summoned, both of his actual hands far too busy being wrapped around Sunjata's.
The lantern is a delicate thing, a thin paper shell hanging down from an obsidian roof. Ink is painted in the shape of apologies, creating a splotchy pattern on the shell of the lantern. Edwyn had not been close to him, not really, but he knew enough to mourn him, to feel somewhat responsible for his death.
His gaze moves over the other ascended present, some small part of him easing to know he's not alone here. "I think here is perfect." He murmurs, following after Sunjata to the edge of the clearing. Nate wraps his arms around the attuned after his lantern has been hung, letting his hand be lifted just as easily as he'd followed. A thin smile crosses his face, his head cocking as his eyes meet steel. It looks good Sunny. He offers quietly, Nate nosing in close to his husband to press a kiss against his cheek.
The lantern is a delicate thing, a thin paper shell hanging down from an obsidian roof. Ink is painted in the shape of apologies, creating a splotchy pattern on the shell of the lantern. Edwyn had not been close to him, not really, but he knew enough to mourn him, to feel somewhat responsible for his death.
His gaze moves over the other ascended present, some small part of him easing to know he's not alone here. "I think here is perfect." He murmurs, following after Sunjata to the edge of the clearing. Nate wraps his arms around the attuned after his lantern has been hung, letting his hand be lifted just as easily as he'd followed. A thin smile crosses his face, his head cocking as his eyes meet steel. It looks good Sunny. He offers quietly, Nate nosing in close to his husband to press a kiss against his cheek.
What's the drive in being alive if you don't know where you are?
What's the fun in getting drunk if you can’t take it too far?
What's the fun in getting drunk if you can’t take it too far?
