- NATE -
Got my own monster
Nobody but me
Nobody but me
It's strange to describe the feeling of a snake coiling around him as close, as warm, but that's exactly what it is, the weight like a hug, the closeness of the head in his hair feeling like trust. For the moment it lasts, it feels perfect, but then Nate's stepping to the side, and Sunjata is moving, sliding off his arm and into his human shape again. And grabbing Nate to pull him to a better vantage point, a more comfortable spot to sit and take in the small migration.
Nate hums softly in response to the words, his head tilting to the side as he considers the words coming from the other man. "It's a lot easier to notice the shitty over the good. I'm glad I... we get chances like this. To notice the little things." The beckons to sit is easily accepted, Nate dropping to the ground in a far more controlled version of his earlier stumble, an arm coming out easily to pull Sunjata in against his side. He might not be willing to put himself into the vulnerable space he needs to just say his emotions, but he more than willing to press them against the attuned with his hands, his cheek coming in to press against the others face.
Sitting and relaxing though, is nice. Watching the world move aorund them, without needing to move much themselves. Nate could be content here for a long while, until the sun came up at least. He can't resist the urge to lean in and press a kiss against the other mans lips though, to feel just what kind of difference those fangs are going to make.
Nate hums softly in response to the words, his head tilting to the side as he considers the words coming from the other man. "It's a lot easier to notice the shitty over the good. I'm glad I... we get chances like this. To notice the little things." The beckons to sit is easily accepted, Nate dropping to the ground in a far more controlled version of his earlier stumble, an arm coming out easily to pull Sunjata in against his side. He might not be willing to put himself into the vulnerable space he needs to just say his emotions, but he more than willing to press them against the attuned with his hands, his cheek coming in to press against the others face.
Sitting and relaxing though, is nice. Watching the world move aorund them, without needing to move much themselves. Nate could be content here for a long while, until the sun came up at least. He can't resist the urge to lean in and press a kiss against the other mans lips though, to feel just what kind of difference those fangs are going to make.
I would never call him enemy
He's the bad god I need
He's the bad god I need
