Strange Days

SUNJATA

the flood

i can't believe that you could just say
that "the answers unlock this gate"

He leans into the touch, the circles at his neck. “Mmm, well.” He muses somewhat on the subject of marriage. “Married once, engaged twice. Kind of makes it not attractive, huh?” Stormy eyes flutter closed at the touch of Nate, not as warm as everyone else he’s been with but it’s probably good considering he’s a furnace right now. He cracks open one eye to look at Nate with the answer he gets. “You didn’t. She just… Didn’t understand, I don’t think.” A vagueish answer given. How Maea hadn’t understood the idea of an open relationship, of having fun with others without it becoming a more emotional attachment. Perhaps she was right in a sense — with the earlier love confession.

It starts to give him a headache.

So he leans into the touch a bit more, fingers still roaming through Nate’s hair, along his neck, pressing lightly along his jaw. The idea of lines, boundaries, reminds him so much of how he was with Maea — tiptoeing them and stepping over them and breaking them left and right. A deep, heavy inhale expands his chest and he angles his head a bit closer to nuzzle Nate’s cheek and neck again. “No lines drawn, Nate.” He’s not sure why he should start having them now.

'cause if you knew his name, not a thing would change
you'd still be wishing you were blessed