And I was starting to feel the way I used to So just keep on laughing at the bad news
'Cause it's bringing me back Bringing me back
'Cause it's bringing me back Bringing me back
This is the ceremony he’d wanted, deep down. Quiet, private, only Sunjata and their companions, the old man leading them through their vows. Nate doesn’t need anyone else. Doesn’t need anything more. He is glad when it’s suggested they start immediately, bright smile breaking out over his face.
Is he following every word the man is saying? Absolutely fucking not, too distracted by the flowers being presented to them, by the sudden loss of Sunjata’s hand in his. There’s a long moment of staring, his gaze roaming over the attuned, one blue eye already watery, and they’ve only just barely started. Nate blinks hard, then carefully drapes the flowers over the attuned’s shoulders, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek while he does.
Both hands stay outstretched, Nate leaning in perhaps a touch more than he should be, waiting for Sunjata’s hands to be free so they can be held by his again. This is a momentous occasion, and he should be focused on commuting it to memory, but all he wants in the moment is to be close to his partner, his lover, and never step away again. And when his own shoulders are adorned with flowers, when he’s squeezing Sunjata’s hand again, Nate turns, glaces at the rector, waiting to proceed.
Is he following every word the man is saying? Absolutely fucking not, too distracted by the flowers being presented to them, by the sudden loss of Sunjata’s hand in his. There’s a long moment of staring, his gaze roaming over the attuned, one blue eye already watery, and they’ve only just barely started. Nate blinks hard, then carefully drapes the flowers over the attuned’s shoulders, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek while he does.
Both hands stay outstretched, Nate leaning in perhaps a touch more than he should be, waiting for Sunjata’s hands to be free so they can be held by his again. This is a momentous occasion, and he should be focused on commuting it to memory, but all he wants in the moment is to be close to his partner, his lover, and never step away again. And when his own shoulders are adorned with flowers, when he’s squeezing Sunjata’s hand again, Nate turns, glaces at the rector, waiting to proceed.
NATE
