you're trying not to tell him you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling
Theres something almost poetic about the fact that Sunjata is seeing his newly whole face even before he does. Something about it that Nate wouldn’t change, that only drives him further into the warmth of his husbands arms. He shimmies until he’s straddling the attuned, suddenly craving even more contact.
Nate has to actually pause to sort through his emotions, a tangled jumble of giddy excitement sent through their personal bond. ”I feel... better than I thought I would.” Not that he underestimated his own relief, more that he’d let himself grow resigned to what he’d had, believed it permanent and done everything he could to shove it away from his mind. The mirror is snatched up almost as soon as it’s dropped, Nate drawing back in the same motion to look at himself. Some part of him is surprised he even has a reflection, and some other, deeper part of him is surprised by how he looks.
Both reactions are drowned out by the giddy laughter that springs to Nate’s lips. ”Look at this!” He presses his face to Sunjata, the mirror held just far enough that the two halves of their faces almost make one, with an almost matching pair of eyes in it. Nate wonders for a moment if they will match, once the newness of his eye wears off.
Nate has to actually pause to sort through his emotions, a tangled jumble of giddy excitement sent through their personal bond. ”I feel... better than I thought I would.” Not that he underestimated his own relief, more that he’d let himself grow resigned to what he’d had, believed it permanent and done everything he could to shove it away from his mind. The mirror is snatched up almost as soon as it’s dropped, Nate drawing back in the same motion to look at himself. Some part of him is surprised he even has a reflection, and some other, deeper part of him is surprised by how he looks.
Both reactions are drowned out by the giddy laughter that springs to Nate’s lips. ”Look at this!” He presses his face to Sunjata, the mirror held just far enough that the two halves of their faces almost make one, with an almost matching pair of eyes in it. Nate wonders for a moment if they will match, once the newness of his eye wears off.
& you're trembling and he reaches over
and touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist
NATE
