- NATE -
but who am I to say?
let's all just run away
let's all just run away
There should be a moment, a breath (ha) of guilt in Nate as Sunjata tries to catch his again. His head has got to be spinning, blood loss and alcohol and now breathlessness all taking their toll, but all Nate can focus on is how nice it is that the attuned still presses in close. How nice it feels to have the other man on him, more pressure than heat to his numb senses, but still something, something he wants to hold on to.
As quiet words fall from Sunjata, arms grow tighter around him, the eerie stillness back in Nate's frame, for a wholly different reason. There is a throb in his chest, an ache that rises into his throat, his mouth, until all Nate can do is laugh softly, and press his lips against the other mans cheeks. "You can. You... I do want that." His voice breaks a little, fingers spreading out to try and pull the other man closer. "I want whatever you want to give me."
As quiet words fall from Sunjata, arms grow tighter around him, the eerie stillness back in Nate's frame, for a wholly different reason. There is a throb in his chest, an ache that rises into his throat, his mouth, until all Nate can do is laugh softly, and press his lips against the other mans cheeks. "You can. You... I do want that." His voice breaks a little, fingers spreading out to try and pull the other man closer. "I want whatever you want to give me."
grab your saints and pray
and we'll burn this world today
and we'll burn this world today
