- NATE -
but who am I to say?
let's all just run away
let's all just run away
”You did.” Nate confirms softly, sucking in a deep breath when his neck is kissed, and trying to pull Sunjata closer, however much he can. Really, there’s no space between them at all anymore. Fingers that had been so gentle, so careful up until this point curl, dull nails barely scraping the wing, testing a different kind of sensation.
The laugh that comes this time is rougher, more obviously delighted with this particular turn of events. ”Jata, that almost sounds like an invitation.” The words are a warning, barely. They come only moments before Nate moves, pulling away and shifting so he can press his face in against the attuned’s throat, biting in a place not already touched by scars. He had never particularly cared where his marks went before, but this was bold, impossible to miss, or ignore.
The laugh that comes this time is rougher, more obviously delighted with this particular turn of events. ”Jata, that almost sounds like an invitation.” The words are a warning, barely. They come only moments before Nate moves, pulling away and shifting so he can press his face in against the attuned’s throat, biting in a place not already touched by scars. He had never particularly cared where his marks went before, but this was bold, impossible to miss, or ignore.
grab your saints and pray
and we'll burn this world today
and we'll burn this world today
