NATE
”Thats good then, huh?” There is the edge of a struggle in Nate’s voice, his smile not quite completely sincere, concern something he’s not used to hiding quite yet. And he is very concerned for Sunjata. Even if it’s nothing, which it must be, it shouldn’t be affecting the attuned this much. There’s no need to jump to conclusions though. Nate can rationalize anything, can explain this away, just to himself, as stress and change wearing down on an already overworked mind, which is then tipped into this by the swirling of terrible memories.
Their eyes meet for a fraction of a second before Sunjata dips away entirely, something Nate understands. There’s no judgement, nothing but support, in the strong hands and the way Nate presses his cheek to the top of his husbands head. A chill sweeps through the bond, the ascended all but shivering, but trying to radiate warmth, sharing with Sunjata the happiness he feels at being home, at being here, right now. ”It could be coming up more because it’s affecting you more?” It’s a cruel suggestion, but not one he would put past the Herald of the season. ”It’ll end though. Before you know it.” Fingers brush through Sunjata’s hair as he pulls away, the ascended obviously reluctant to let go.
Emotions are never going to be Nate’s forte, no matter how much he’s improved, he still flounders here. The venn diagram of coping mechanisms he and Sunjata share is a circle, so he has absolutely nothing to offer on that front. ”Have you been feeding yourself?” It’s all he has left, some way to show Sunjata things will be okay. That they’ll go back to normal, now that he’s back. Nate steps closer, kneeling in front of his husband and reaching out to cup his face. ”You want me to make you something?”
Their eyes meet for a fraction of a second before Sunjata dips away entirely, something Nate understands. There’s no judgement, nothing but support, in the strong hands and the way Nate presses his cheek to the top of his husbands head. A chill sweeps through the bond, the ascended all but shivering, but trying to radiate warmth, sharing with Sunjata the happiness he feels at being home, at being here, right now. ”It could be coming up more because it’s affecting you more?” It’s a cruel suggestion, but not one he would put past the Herald of the season. ”It’ll end though. Before you know it.” Fingers brush through Sunjata’s hair as he pulls away, the ascended obviously reluctant to let go.
Emotions are never going to be Nate’s forte, no matter how much he’s improved, he still flounders here. The venn diagram of coping mechanisms he and Sunjata share is a circle, so he has absolutely nothing to offer on that front. ”Have you been feeding yourself?” It’s all he has left, some way to show Sunjata things will be okay. That they’ll go back to normal, now that he’s back. Nate steps closer, kneeling in front of his husband and reaching out to cup his face. ”You want me to make you something?”
killed my old self
but the new me isn't much better
but the new me isn't much better
