- NATE -
Got my own monster
Nobody but me
Nobody but me
Smiles are not uncommon on Nate's face, but the one he aims at Sunjata now, bright, and so wide he can't stop his eyes from crinkling, is rare. He doesn't need the approval, not really, when it's for something in another life, one that the other man could never touch, but it's still nice. "I could've found a way for you be real comfortable." Comes the purred reply, the fingers in the attuneds hair serving as the perfect way to hold him still so Nate could press a kiss to his lips, pulling back to explain about the place he'd grown up.
It's easiest to talk about memories with a healthy amount of space between him and them, Nate having long ago learned the trick of it. Keep things impersonal and they can never hurt you. This particular conversation is far from impersonal. He leans into the kiss easily, his eyes a little glassy when they find steel again, but the quiet words bring a huff of amusement, a matching crookedness on his face. "Something like that." There's something else in his throat, something he can't get the words to cooperate with, so he nods, and saves it to be the wrong thing to say next time.
Nate's hands shift around the other man when he starts describing his own childhood, trying to offer comfort. He can see the house being described in his minds eyes easily, though he'd always been on the wrong side of those fences. It's not lost on Nate that the one thing Sunjata wanted was something he had now, but it does raise another question, the first one that feels like an actual dip up in the conversation, instead of skimming the surface of darkness. "So what do you want now?"
It's easiest to talk about memories with a healthy amount of space between him and them, Nate having long ago learned the trick of it. Keep things impersonal and they can never hurt you. This particular conversation is far from impersonal. He leans into the kiss easily, his eyes a little glassy when they find steel again, but the quiet words bring a huff of amusement, a matching crookedness on his face. "Something like that." There's something else in his throat, something he can't get the words to cooperate with, so he nods, and saves it to be the wrong thing to say next time.
Nate's hands shift around the other man when he starts describing his own childhood, trying to offer comfort. He can see the house being described in his minds eyes easily, though he'd always been on the wrong side of those fences. It's not lost on Nate that the one thing Sunjata wanted was something he had now, but it does raise another question, the first one that feels like an actual dip up in the conversation, instead of skimming the surface of darkness. "So what do you want now?"
I would never call him enemy
He's the bad god I need
He's the bad god I need
