- NATE -
Got my own monster
Nobody but me
Nobody but me
It was impossible to tell how much they were really on the same wavelength, would be impossible to tell until time passed, until the next disagreement, the next hardship. Though the talk had been brief, hardly anything said between the two of them, Nate felt settled, found it easier to relax into what they were doing together, what they were building. Easier to not second guess himself, to not worry about pushing too far too fast.
There's a wide grin on Nate's face as he feels the other man rise after him, the hand on his arm, running over inked skin drawing his bright gaze back to the attuned, the advice about shifting met with an eyeroll as he rose. "I think I can manage." Came the cocky assurance, Nate's arms crossing as he waited for Sunjata, the impatient show somewhat ruined by the languid way his eyes roamed over the long expanse of skin the other man had on display. There was no attempt to grab his own bottoms, not yet at least. Judging by the way this particular island had been lingering outside their window the last few days, he didn't think he'd lose anything. And if he did, well, that was a problem for the future.
Some deep part of Nate, the part that's an older brother and therefore has to win, has him running towards the surf at the tug, stepping into it a moment before the other man does and lifting both his hands in victory. It's short lived though, Sunjata is by far a stronger swimmer than he is, and it's only by the virtue of being breathless and tireless that he manages to keep up at all. Shifting his hands into claws feels like it makes sense, feels like a natural extension, but shifting his legs into a fin takes far, far more concentration for Nate. Something intentional to it, like it needed real thought and not just intention, for whatever reason.
It's the first time Nate has shifted so much, and there's something a little nervous in the grin he aims back at Sunjata, despite his earlier confidence. "This is... different." Nate offers lightly, trying to let his body move how it wants, how the instincts he doesn't really have are telling him to.
There's a wide grin on Nate's face as he feels the other man rise after him, the hand on his arm, running over inked skin drawing his bright gaze back to the attuned, the advice about shifting met with an eyeroll as he rose. "I think I can manage." Came the cocky assurance, Nate's arms crossing as he waited for Sunjata, the impatient show somewhat ruined by the languid way his eyes roamed over the long expanse of skin the other man had on display. There was no attempt to grab his own bottoms, not yet at least. Judging by the way this particular island had been lingering outside their window the last few days, he didn't think he'd lose anything. And if he did, well, that was a problem for the future.
Some deep part of Nate, the part that's an older brother and therefore has to win, has him running towards the surf at the tug, stepping into it a moment before the other man does and lifting both his hands in victory. It's short lived though, Sunjata is by far a stronger swimmer than he is, and it's only by the virtue of being breathless and tireless that he manages to keep up at all. Shifting his hands into claws feels like it makes sense, feels like a natural extension, but shifting his legs into a fin takes far, far more concentration for Nate. Something intentional to it, like it needed real thought and not just intention, for whatever reason.
It's the first time Nate has shifted so much, and there's something a little nervous in the grin he aims back at Sunjata, despite his earlier confidence. "This is... different." Nate offers lightly, trying to let his body move how it wants, how the instincts he doesn't really have are telling him to.
I would never call him enemy
He's the bad god I need
He's the bad god I need
