- NATE -
all we are, we're distant stars
lost in the dark, i know how to part
lost in the dark, i know how to part
Nate presses in further against Sunjata, soft, contended sounds leaving him at the fingers running through his hair, his favourite form of tenderness. Kisses are pressed to the attuned as he leans back, looks around the room they’re in, and comes back with a wholly unsatisfying answer, Nate huffing a little as he’s pulled up, in for a kiss, then up, up to his feet.
What does it look like to him? Nate’s one eyed gaze roams over the endless dark cavern, the slabs scattered haphazardly around, the pedestal in the middle, and wrinkles his nose. ”It looks like church.” His head tips back to stare into the fathomless void, trusting Sunjata to move him safely, and not worrying at all about the steady ness of his feet. ”Dark church.” It reminds him of his childhood, though it’s not nearly as extravagant as the churches from his memory. ”...accidental church.” He appends one final time, letting his chin drop down to his chest again.
Much as he wants to hate this place on principle, something about it feels somewhat familiar, almost comforting. It’s not a thought he’s ever associated with church before, so this has to be something else, right? Nate hums, then takes a step closer to the heart of it, to the obsidian basin.
What does it look like to him? Nate’s one eyed gaze roams over the endless dark cavern, the slabs scattered haphazardly around, the pedestal in the middle, and wrinkles his nose. ”It looks like church.” His head tips back to stare into the fathomless void, trusting Sunjata to move him safely, and not worrying at all about the steady ness of his feet. ”Dark church.” It reminds him of his childhood, though it’s not nearly as extravagant as the churches from his memory. ”...accidental church.” He appends one final time, letting his chin drop down to his chest again.
Much as he wants to hate this place on principle, something about it feels somewhat familiar, almost comforting. It’s not a thought he’s ever associated with church before, so this has to be something else, right? Nate hums, then takes a step closer to the heart of it, to the obsidian basin.
searching high and low for life
a paradise, a light in your eyes
a paradise, a light in your eyes
