- NATE -
Got my own monster
Nobody but me
Nobody but me
There is a moment where Nate can see a shadow flicker across Sunjata's face from his vantage point, and he reaches back to curl his fingers along the attuned's jaw, stroking gently. "Twenty one years is a long time to be part whale." He jokes, wide grin splitting his face before he pushes away to try and get used to moving in the water. Hopefully his words can be an extra layer of comfort, of humour, a life jacket in any waves of memories that might try to rise up.
Just because Nate had found some ease beneath the waves didn't mean he'd actually figured out what he was doing. His collision with Sunjata is much harder than he means --who knew it was so easy to pick up speed in the water?-- and he sends them both spiralling back into the waves. It takes a moment for him to remember that the other man does not have the same advantage of breathlessness as he does, that he is not fully shifted, but in the time it takes that worry to actually manifest, the other man has taken control of the situation. Nate's laughing before they even surface, and leaning in to bump his forehead to Sunjata's before he's released. "I'll keep it in mind for next time." He promises, craning his neck to keep the attuned in his sights.
It's only fair that he's splashed back, but it doesn't stop the noise of mock outrage when it happens, the moment of hesitation before Nate dives down after the other man. Though, unless Sunjata takes some pity on him, there is no way Nate is actually going to catch up. It does get him moving more smoothly, thoughts of the chase overriding his need to control how his unfamiliar bottom half moves.
Just because Nate had found some ease beneath the waves didn't mean he'd actually figured out what he was doing. His collision with Sunjata is much harder than he means --who knew it was so easy to pick up speed in the water?-- and he sends them both spiralling back into the waves. It takes a moment for him to remember that the other man does not have the same advantage of breathlessness as he does, that he is not fully shifted, but in the time it takes that worry to actually manifest, the other man has taken control of the situation. Nate's laughing before they even surface, and leaning in to bump his forehead to Sunjata's before he's released. "I'll keep it in mind for next time." He promises, craning his neck to keep the attuned in his sights.
It's only fair that he's splashed back, but it doesn't stop the noise of mock outrage when it happens, the moment of hesitation before Nate dives down after the other man. Though, unless Sunjata takes some pity on him, there is no way Nate is actually going to catch up. It does get him moving more smoothly, thoughts of the chase overriding his need to control how his unfamiliar bottom half moves.
I would never call him enemy
He's the bad god I need
He's the bad god I need
