NATE
A purr rumbles through Nate's chest, deeply appreciative of the grace that lurks behind each move his fiancé makes, no matter the shape he's in. The feeling leeches out as he presses into Sunjata's head, if only because he doesn't know how to hide it, doesn't know he has to.
It is a misconception that is corrected almost immediately, Nate leaning in to shift just a touch closer the tilt of his head felt, even if it can't be seen from this angle. He's trying to lean into the shift, the instincts of how to move. Trying to follow the advice he'd received last time, far more willing to roll with the experience this time. The happiness hits him like a wave, echoes back all wrapped up in surprise, this part somehow forgotten - or maybe they'd simply grown closer, more trusting of each other, in the time since.
Just the happiness had been more than Nate could really grasp, had been enough to fill him full, but what follows gives the Flood an entirely new meaning. If he were still in his own body, he would cry. All he can manage though, is raising a large paw to Sunjata's shoulder; trying to pull him close, trying to slink in closer, trying to find some way to drown in this feeling. Trying to find a way to send it back, though he's not half as put together, not nearly as clear.
And then, he's just stuck, locked in place until the downpour becomes a drizzle, and even when it does, he needs a moment to pull all the parts of himself together again. Maybe... maybe now. Through the bond it's clearly a joke, ha ha, unless?, because of course that's the first part of Nate to recover, his mouth not needing the input of his mind to move.
It is a misconception that is corrected almost immediately, Nate leaning in to shift just a touch closer the tilt of his head felt, even if it can't be seen from this angle. He's trying to lean into the shift, the instincts of how to move. Trying to follow the advice he'd received last time, far more willing to roll with the experience this time. The happiness hits him like a wave, echoes back all wrapped up in surprise, this part somehow forgotten - or maybe they'd simply grown closer, more trusting of each other, in the time since.
Just the happiness had been more than Nate could really grasp, had been enough to fill him full, but what follows gives the Flood an entirely new meaning. If he were still in his own body, he would cry. All he can manage though, is raising a large paw to Sunjata's shoulder; trying to pull him close, trying to slink in closer, trying to find some way to drown in this feeling. Trying to find a way to send it back, though he's not half as put together, not nearly as clear.
And then, he's just stuck, locked in place until the downpour becomes a drizzle, and even when it does, he needs a moment to pull all the parts of himself together again. Maybe... maybe now. Through the bond it's clearly a joke, ha ha, unless?, because of course that's the first part of Nate to recover, his mouth not needing the input of his mind to move.
Let’s admit, without apology,
what we do to each other
what we do to each other
