- NATE -
but who am I to say?
let's all just run away
let's all just run away
Despite his efforts, Nate never gets the chance to drop his gaze, never really get the chance to drop his hand. As soon as the pressure against his head starts, his eyes snap open again, staring into the storm and waiting to be struck down. Facing it like he should have in the first place. Instead of a denial, a recoil though, there's a hand at his jaw, a thumb on his cheek, wiping away fluid tears. Never before has Nate regretted his ascension so much, has he wanted to feel something in it's full so keenly.
Hearing his own name has never provoked such an intense reaction in Nate before, has never sent him to such dizzying heights or pitch black lows, and especially not in one, singular moment. And he's always had an idea of whats coming, what's going to follow, but he's lost now, in the dark. The stillness can't be maintained, not really, not with the way he has to fight himself to keep from pulling away, the way his jaw feathers under the hand on it.
The stillness doesn't quite come back, but Nate stops fighting with himself. Stops, and focuses entirely on the words, on what they mean. Wait's for the but, for it to extinguish the stupid, reckless coil of.. fuck, he's not calling it hope. He's not willing to put that weight onto the other man, not even in his own head, his own thoughts. But, it's not what he expects. And Nate has to pause, his mind working while his head is moved, while they shift closer. "I... I don't care about that. I don't need it." And he doesn't, not as long as he can hold the other man, as long as he knows what it is they're doing.
His hands get greedy again, fingers spreading along Sunjata's jaw, along his back. They pull him closer, press their faces together, their bodies together, as much as they can, though he wants more. "I already told you. I'm not fucking going anywhere Sunjata." There's a huff, closer to a laugh than whatever the last humourless sound to escape Nate was. "Especially not now. You're not getting rid of me ever."
Blue eyes search storms, and never has a description been so apt. Not the steel of a weapon, or the destruction of a flood, but a storm, the sky, swirling and changing and growing. Fingers curl over cheekbones, stroking a line through ash and revealing the skin beneath, though the intent is more to touch than to clean. "Can I..." Asking permission is new, especially with Sunjata, but this is different, it means something different to Nate, and he has to, just the first time. "Can I kiss you?"
Hearing his own name has never provoked such an intense reaction in Nate before, has never sent him to such dizzying heights or pitch black lows, and especially not in one, singular moment. And he's always had an idea of whats coming, what's going to follow, but he's lost now, in the dark. The stillness can't be maintained, not really, not with the way he has to fight himself to keep from pulling away, the way his jaw feathers under the hand on it.
The stillness doesn't quite come back, but Nate stops fighting with himself. Stops, and focuses entirely on the words, on what they mean. Wait's for the but, for it to extinguish the stupid, reckless coil of.. fuck, he's not calling it hope. He's not willing to put that weight onto the other man, not even in his own head, his own thoughts. But, it's not what he expects. And Nate has to pause, his mind working while his head is moved, while they shift closer. "I... I don't care about that. I don't need it." And he doesn't, not as long as he can hold the other man, as long as he knows what it is they're doing.
His hands get greedy again, fingers spreading along Sunjata's jaw, along his back. They pull him closer, press their faces together, their bodies together, as much as they can, though he wants more. "I already told you. I'm not fucking going anywhere Sunjata." There's a huff, closer to a laugh than whatever the last humourless sound to escape Nate was. "Especially not now. You're not getting rid of me ever."
Blue eyes search storms, and never has a description been so apt. Not the steel of a weapon, or the destruction of a flood, but a storm, the sky, swirling and changing and growing. Fingers curl over cheekbones, stroking a line through ash and revealing the skin beneath, though the intent is more to touch than to clean. "Can I..." Asking permission is new, especially with Sunjata, but this is different, it means something different to Nate, and he has to, just the first time. "Can I kiss you?"
grab your saints and pray
and we'll burn this world today
and we'll burn this world today
