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
You’re now wed. This was never the life Nate had imagined himself in, never a path he would have thought of taking. But now? He can’t imagine anything else, anything less. If he could change just one thing, it would be to do this earlier, to tie themselves together and drift into the seas of their life before now, when sickness rampaged through them. Honestly though, it’s a wonder he manages to think anything, to feel anything, with Sunjata crashing into him. Nate leans in, closing the last little bit of distance between them, the hand on the other mans face shifting up, to cradle his head and hold him close.
Hold him in place when the officiant chuckles, and starts speaking again, when they have to part. He might listen, but Nate doesn’t hear a single word the man says, not when he’s distracted by his husband, steel and sky locked together, a wordless exchange happening between them. Not as robust as the attuned bond, but when all you’re trying to communicate is your adoration, your devotion, your ceaseless love, there’s only so much that’s actually needed.
Nate at least has the decorum to rumble out a thickly accented ”Thank you as the officiant packed up and left, leaving them alone. No, not alone. Leaving them with each other. A laugh spills from the ascended, giddy and light, not interrupted by the kiss crashing into him again, at least not at first. What he can’t feel in breathlessness, Nate tries to make up for with eagerness, pressing everything he possibly can into the kiss, into his searching, shaking fingers, squeezing Sunjata’s hand and roaming through his hair.
And when he finally pulls back, still giddy, still giggling, he almost doesn’t know what to say. Almost doesn’t know if his own words are enough. He settles for repeating himself, pressing in close so their foreheads are touching. ”I love you Sunny. You’re my fucking... we’re married.” It’s like can’t quite believe it, that a thing so wondrous would happen to him.
Hold him in place when the officiant chuckles, and starts speaking again, when they have to part. He might listen, but Nate doesn’t hear a single word the man says, not when he’s distracted by his husband, steel and sky locked together, a wordless exchange happening between them. Not as robust as the attuned bond, but when all you’re trying to communicate is your adoration, your devotion, your ceaseless love, there’s only so much that’s actually needed.
Nate at least has the decorum to rumble out a thickly accented ”Thank you as the officiant packed up and left, leaving them alone. No, not alone. Leaving them with each other. A laugh spills from the ascended, giddy and light, not interrupted by the kiss crashing into him again, at least not at first. What he can’t feel in breathlessness, Nate tries to make up for with eagerness, pressing everything he possibly can into the kiss, into his searching, shaking fingers, squeezing Sunjata’s hand and roaming through his hair.
And when he finally pulls back, still giddy, still giggling, he almost doesn’t know what to say. Almost doesn’t know if his own words are enough. He settles for repeating himself, pressing in close so their foreheads are touching. ”I love you Sunny. You’re my fucking... we’re married.” It’s like can’t quite believe it, that a thing so wondrous would happen to him.
NATE
