sorry about the blood in your mouth, i wish it was mine
"You didn't say anything about a fight at first." Nate points out, wanting to burn and rage at everything now, wanting to let go of the control he so carefully maintained. It's just enough to keep from pressing at the small, stupid things, just enough to hold his tongue. It doesn't last, it can't, but even Nate doesn't expect how quickly he'll drop the reins. I wasn't. No fucking shit. "I am well aware that you didn't think." He spits, the hand in his hair moving to rub across his face, before falling away completely.
In moments like this, everything is a challenge, everything is something to rage against, and with the way Sunjata ignites, it's a war of attrition. Who will burn out first. Who will crumble first? Or will they burn each other out completely, leaving behind a ruined husk, the shell of whatever they were.
Sunjata's eyes have a weight to them, a pressure that Nate would feel even if he couldn't see clearly. "You're the fucking Pied Piper of shitty situations, you know that? Cause I fucking believe you, I want to be able to trust you, but fucking..." He slams his hands onto the table in front of him, bending over just a little to to put his weight into it. "You could have not taken your fucking knife out. I know you can take someone down without it. You could have tried to fucking talk to them first. Something that isn't you maiming someone, that isn't you getting beat up by some pirate prick!"
He has a moment, a breath to try to collect himself, and it's ruined, utterly, by the bark of laughter leaving the other man. And it's Nate's turn to sneer in disbelief, so angry now he's almost shaking with it.
"You never asked?" There's a moment of mocking thought spared to that, Nate rolling his eyes so hard his entire body moves with it. "I guess you didn't, Sunny. You're right. Fuck me for giving a shit about you. Fuck me for trying to keep you in one piece." Nate spreads his arms wide, staring at the attuned. "Fuck me for loving you, right? For wanting." It feels thankless in the moment, feels like a kick in the gut. "Fuck me for being tired of you coming home beaten to shit."
In moments like this, everything is a challenge, everything is something to rage against, and with the way Sunjata ignites, it's a war of attrition. Who will burn out first. Who will crumble first? Or will they burn each other out completely, leaving behind a ruined husk, the shell of whatever they were.
Sunjata's eyes have a weight to them, a pressure that Nate would feel even if he couldn't see clearly. "You're the fucking Pied Piper of shitty situations, you know that? Cause I fucking believe you, I want to be able to trust you, but fucking..." He slams his hands onto the table in front of him, bending over just a little to to put his weight into it. "You could have not taken your fucking knife out. I know you can take someone down without it. You could have tried to fucking talk to them first. Something that isn't you maiming someone, that isn't you getting beat up by some pirate prick!"
He has a moment, a breath to try to collect himself, and it's ruined, utterly, by the bark of laughter leaving the other man. And it's Nate's turn to sneer in disbelief, so angry now he's almost shaking with it.
"You never asked?" There's a moment of mocking thought spared to that, Nate rolling his eyes so hard his entire body moves with it. "I guess you didn't, Sunny. You're right. Fuck me for giving a shit about you. Fuck me for trying to keep you in one piece." Nate spreads his arms wide, staring at the attuned. "Fuck me for loving you, right? For wanting." It feels thankless in the moment, feels like a kick in the gut. "Fuck me for being tired of you coming home beaten to shit."
i couldn't get the boy to kill me
but i wore his jacket for the longest time
NATE
