Strange Days

- NATE -

but who am I to say?
let's all just run away

Nate is glad to let talk of marriage drop as well, though what they move to is no gentler on emotions. Sunjata shifts against him, trying to get closer still, and responds, softly. The combination of words and action sends Nate's mind spiralling, first with a burst of smugness, then deep guilt. So he has to ask, has to know. "Would you have?" It's not going to be a useful answer, is going to hurt no matter which way it goes, but Nate can't help himself. "I've... kind of noticed that." The words come with a quiet understanding, Nate's tone carefully free of any judgment. After all, one of those betrayals to monogamy had been with him.

"How could I forge-" The words, the immediate snark back is interrupted by Sunjata moving them, Nate letting himself be rolled more out of surprise than actual willingness. Not that he's complaining, when he has a handsome face to look up at. "I know you're powerful." As he continues his thought from earlier, one of his hands moves, slipping to cup Sunjata's cheek for a moment before moving down to tug at a wrist, pulling it to cup Nate's face in the same way. "I think I know how to push your buttons a little better." The ascended leans in, kissing at the palm he'd pulled close, then letting his teeth sink into Sunjata's wrist, a rumbling groan leaving him as he does.

grab your saints and pray
and we'll burn this world today