- 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
It’s safe here, in Sunjata’s arms, in his wings, even if the unknown presses in against their makeshift safety. The attuned is warmer than the stone, more present, and without the distant hunger and threat Nate felt all around. ”I did.” Nate says softly, tilting his head to make it easier for his husband to nuzzle in. And again, just as soft. ”I did.” It’s maybe the closest he's come to admitting he's sick out loud, the closest he’s come to admitting how terrified the idea makes him.
Nate’s eye finds Sunjata’s face as the promise leaves him, wanting desperately to believe him. Choosing to believe him, despite the despair coiling in the back of his head, now that he’s accepted, at least in part, his illness. With the belief, no matter how forced, a smile crosses his face, just in time for the stew eyes to find it, as fingers brush along his jaw. ”I love you too.” He leans up, hesitating a moment before their lips connect, Nate’s one eye looking for something in Sunjata’s, then slipping closed as they kissed.
After barely a moment, barely a breath lost to the kiss, Nate is drawing back, a smile coming to his face, warmer and brighter than the cover ups he’d had before. ”Who wants to be chosen anyway?” He says easily, the edges of the words sharp, but sincere. ”It’s dangerous, right?” Of course it was, he’d said so himself. Its impossible to tell whether his mind has changed on a dime, or if he’s simply relearned the trick of lying, but either is better than his quiet moping, his obvious hurt.
Nate’s eye finds Sunjata’s face as the promise leaves him, wanting desperately to believe him. Choosing to believe him, despite the despair coiling in the back of his head, now that he’s accepted, at least in part, his illness. With the belief, no matter how forced, a smile crosses his face, just in time for the stew eyes to find it, as fingers brush along his jaw. ”I love you too.” He leans up, hesitating a moment before their lips connect, Nate’s one eye looking for something in Sunjata’s, then slipping closed as they kissed.
After barely a moment, barely a breath lost to the kiss, Nate is drawing back, a smile coming to his face, warmer and brighter than the cover ups he’d had before. ”Who wants to be chosen anyway?” He says easily, the edges of the words sharp, but sincere. ”It’s dangerous, right?” Of course it was, he’d said so himself. Its impossible to tell whether his mind has changed on a dime, or if he’s simply relearned the trick of lying, but either is better than his quiet moping, his obvious hurt.
searching high and low for life
a paradise, a light in your eyes
a paradise, a light in your eyes
