you're trying not to tell him you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling
Honestly, it isn't until he's on his way back to the Slagveld, wandering through the pouring curtains of rain and the alleyways illuminated by cracks of lightning, that Nate realizes leaving may have been a poor choice. It's the first real storm they've weathered since the events with the sea panther; since Sunjata almost hadn't made it home. The only thing that soothes him, that keeps him from feeling terrible, is what he's gained.
Coming out tonight had been more than worth it. He's restored, as much as he can be. The scar spread over his face untouched, but the eye that had been little more than scar and wound for almost a year back.
Somehow, Nate manages to contain his excitement, manages to keep himself calm enough that he doesn't slam into the boxing ring and run up the stairs. No, he slips in quietly, closing and locking the doors behind him, and steps quietly up the stairs. Pemota follows him, roused from her watch over the main floor and lightning his way upstairs.
His arrival into the bedroom is heralded by his companions soft staticy starlight, Nate rushing across the room, all attempts at being quiet forgotten now. He sits on the bed, one hand moving to cup Sunjata's face, the other moving to run through Haai's fur, trying to keep the pair calm, soothed, instead of scaring them. "Darling," He sing songs between peals of thunder, voice loud, warm, "Sunny, wake up. I have a... a surprise." And what a surprise it would be, when the attuned opens his eyes to be greeted with Nate's full gaze, bright blue and steel focused on the attuned.
Coming out tonight had been more than worth it. He's restored, as much as he can be. The scar spread over his face untouched, but the eye that had been little more than scar and wound for almost a year back.
Somehow, Nate manages to contain his excitement, manages to keep himself calm enough that he doesn't slam into the boxing ring and run up the stairs. No, he slips in quietly, closing and locking the doors behind him, and steps quietly up the stairs. Pemota follows him, roused from her watch over the main floor and lightning his way upstairs.
His arrival into the bedroom is heralded by his companions soft staticy starlight, Nate rushing across the room, all attempts at being quiet forgotten now. He sits on the bed, one hand moving to cup Sunjata's face, the other moving to run through Haai's fur, trying to keep the pair calm, soothed, instead of scaring them. "Darling," He sing songs between peals of thunder, voice loud, warm, "Sunny, wake up. I have a... a surprise." And what a surprise it would be, when the attuned opens his eyes to be greeted with Nate's full gaze, bright blue and steel focused on the attuned.
& you're trembling and he reaches over
and touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist
NATE
