- NATE -
I don’t want a world
Without pain or loss
Without pain or loss
Snuggles between griffin and man, Nate feels safe, enough to not try to withdraw, or hide his emotions, enough to let Sunjata move him however he wants. He is glad though, when he turns back into the attuned properly, and isn't met by a steel gaze, doesn't have to face that immediately. Doesn't have to see the reaction to his request.
There's so many little things Sunjata does, has done, to make this easier, more bearable, and if he had all the time in the world, if they had all the time in the world, Nate knew he'd never be able to show his appreciation. He can't even press a fraction of it into the kiss, though he rises up into Sunjata, tries to follow after him as he pulls away. "Thank you." He murmurs, almost silently, when he finally drops back, when he meets the steel eyes.
Arms wrap around the great form of the panther for the first moment, a tight hug, a thanks, a dozen things that Nate might never be able to express, except in this simple touch. It doesn't last long, his arms dropping into a more long term position, though his hands never leave the panthers short fur, never stray far. And tonight, though sleep will still elude him, he'll be held together by the weight on his chest, and maybe find some momentary peace.
Done
There's so many little things Sunjata does, has done, to make this easier, more bearable, and if he had all the time in the world, if they had all the time in the world, Nate knew he'd never be able to show his appreciation. He can't even press a fraction of it into the kiss, though he rises up into Sunjata, tries to follow after him as he pulls away. "Thank you." He murmurs, almost silently, when he finally drops back, when he meets the steel eyes.
Arms wrap around the great form of the panther for the first moment, a tight hug, a thanks, a dozen things that Nate might never be able to express, except in this simple touch. It doesn't last long, his arms dropping into a more long term position, though his hands never leave the panthers short fur, never stray far. And tonight, though sleep will still elude him, he'll be held together by the weight on his chest, and maybe find some momentary peace.
Done
I just want them
To mean something
To mean something
