- NATE -
but who am I to say?
let's all just run away
let's all just run away
Really, it would be stupid to think that some declaration, that a simple kiss could fix anything, could melt away all their problems and struggles and the highs and lows they both gotta through. That’s the kind of thing that happens in movies. Love, whether it’s said or not, doesn’t fix anything. But it makes dealing with it a whole lot more bearable. And it’s been a long time since Nate’s had someone by his side like this, who felt like a partner and not just something he had fallen into.
The press of Sunjata against him is worth more than any words he could say, more than whatever awkward stumbles he would force out if he had insisted. Actions have always spoken louder to Nate, have always been what he put more stock into, and everything he needs from the other man right now is given to him, in every press, every twist of his fingers in Nate's hair.
Nate's hands meanwhile, don't quite leave Sunjata, even after his comment, fingers moving to thread through his hair, stroke at the point where horn bursts from skin, as if to apologize for being so rough earlier. "Yea, but I look good covered in shit. Your pretty face doesn't." He rumbled back, letting Sunjata slip away easily, and rising in one smooth motion, reaching out again to help support the attuned. "I think," the words come smoothly, covering over the help, the weakness, "you just want me to wash up with you." His hips wiggle, the joke not quite landing right, but trying to anyway.
The support continues the whole way up the steps, until the last few, when they have to duck. Nate hadn't really paid much attention to their surroundings before, but now that he wants to distract himself has the chance to look around, the house is quite charming. Seems like such a departure from the dark basement of the guild, or the bar that sits atop it, almost like someone else had a hand in...
That thought is cut off before it can fully manifest, Nate gritting his teeth and looking back at the attuned instead. He's a better distraction anyway.
The press of Sunjata against him is worth more than any words he could say, more than whatever awkward stumbles he would force out if he had insisted. Actions have always spoken louder to Nate, have always been what he put more stock into, and everything he needs from the other man right now is given to him, in every press, every twist of his fingers in Nate's hair.
Nate's hands meanwhile, don't quite leave Sunjata, even after his comment, fingers moving to thread through his hair, stroke at the point where horn bursts from skin, as if to apologize for being so rough earlier. "Yea, but I look good covered in shit. Your pretty face doesn't." He rumbled back, letting Sunjata slip away easily, and rising in one smooth motion, reaching out again to help support the attuned. "I think," the words come smoothly, covering over the help, the weakness, "you just want me to wash up with you." His hips wiggle, the joke not quite landing right, but trying to anyway.
The support continues the whole way up the steps, until the last few, when they have to duck. Nate hadn't really paid much attention to their surroundings before, but now that he wants to distract himself has the chance to look around, the house is quite charming. Seems like such a departure from the dark basement of the guild, or the bar that sits atop it, almost like someone else had a hand in...
That thought is cut off before it can fully manifest, Nate gritting his teeth and looking back at the attuned instead. He's a better distraction anyway.
grab your saints and pray
and we'll burn this world today
and we'll burn this world today
