NATE
The thought does occur to Nate, to share more, in a moment warm and safe and comfortable, but he's not sure where, how to even begin. He already has a hard enough time admitting he's more than what's happening right now, that what he's lived through and grown up with has shaped him. The man in Caido is a far better person than he'd ever tried to be before, though it's not that that stops him, not entirely.
It will happen. Nate just needs to slip in the right headspace for it, and while he's not there yet, it's only a matter of time before the openness with Sunjata tips him into it, breaks away his walls even easier than alcohol, than any other kind of intoxicant.
There's a saying about great minds that probably doesn't apply to them, but they are in some kind of sync, Sunjata shifting him, getting ready to move, and Nate rolling onto his back easily, the slightest tip of his tongue poking out from between furry jaws. His neck stretches out to press against his fiance, leaning into the 'kiss' with a pleased chirp, cutting off his purring. I think that sounds like fun. Nate tries to send a feeling of encouragement through the bond, tries to combat the reluctance with anticipation.
There's so much he wants to try.
First though, they do need to move the ramphire, get it someplace safer than the middle of the jungle, where it could attract god knows what. They had an unlucky streak wider than it was long between them, and it would put a damper on their relaxing Flowerbirth if they got attacked by some beast. With a grunt, Nate rolls onto his feet and follows along after his partner, leaning in to grab it's other end and lift it up.
A bright chuckle sounds through the bond, surprise and delight peaking along with it. This is easier than I thought, sonskyn. Or maybe that's just him. It's difficult to tell how much of his ascended ability translates into this shape.
It will happen. Nate just needs to slip in the right headspace for it, and while he's not there yet, it's only a matter of time before the openness with Sunjata tips him into it, breaks away his walls even easier than alcohol, than any other kind of intoxicant.
There's a saying about great minds that probably doesn't apply to them, but they are in some kind of sync, Sunjata shifting him, getting ready to move, and Nate rolling onto his back easily, the slightest tip of his tongue poking out from between furry jaws. His neck stretches out to press against his fiance, leaning into the 'kiss' with a pleased chirp, cutting off his purring. I think that sounds like fun. Nate tries to send a feeling of encouragement through the bond, tries to combat the reluctance with anticipation.
There's so much he wants to try.
First though, they do need to move the ramphire, get it someplace safer than the middle of the jungle, where it could attract god knows what. They had an unlucky streak wider than it was long between them, and it would put a damper on their relaxing Flowerbirth if they got attacked by some beast. With a grunt, Nate rolls onto his feet and follows along after his partner, leaning in to grab it's other end and lift it up.
A bright chuckle sounds through the bond, surprise and delight peaking along with it. This is easier than I thought, sonskyn. Or maybe that's just him. It's difficult to tell how much of his ascended ability translates into this shape.
Let’s admit, without apology,
what we do to each other
what we do to each other
