NATE
Of course this is his favourite shift. Obviously. It's perfect, Nate's thoughts and his husbands shifting together in a heady cocktail of happiness that he truly can't see himself falling out of anytime soon. Even with all the shit thats happened, the recent bad decisions, the ghosts haunting them, they have these times. And that's all Nate needs for everything to be worth it.
It's so much easier to wrap Sunjata up in his arms like this, so much easier to press in all around him, to be a heavy, comforting force. It's easier to believe that he can protect his husband the way he wants to. I know I'm right. He had to gloat now, while he had the chance, even just a little bit. Nate wants to lean into the good mood, doesn't want to miss his chance again. A single hand disentangles itself, to pull the blankets tight around them once more, his cheek pressing in against Sunjata.
Nate doesn't need to hear the call to know it's gone out, the sound of heavy paws coming up the hall not a surprise at all. If Sunjata was a furnace, Haai is an out of control bonfire, hot where she presses against his side. "Hallo, Min Mis." Close behind Haai is Pemota, pushing the door open and drifting towards the bed, a handful of tight circles spun around the group before she settles, floating peacefully and letting her light wash over them, through the newly replaced blanket.
It's so much easier to wrap Sunjata up in his arms like this, so much easier to press in all around him, to be a heavy, comforting force. It's easier to believe that he can protect his husband the way he wants to. I know I'm right. He had to gloat now, while he had the chance, even just a little bit. Nate wants to lean into the good mood, doesn't want to miss his chance again. A single hand disentangles itself, to pull the blankets tight around them once more, his cheek pressing in against Sunjata.
Nate doesn't need to hear the call to know it's gone out, the sound of heavy paws coming up the hall not a surprise at all. If Sunjata was a furnace, Haai is an out of control bonfire, hot where she presses against his side. "Hallo, Min Mis." Close behind Haai is Pemota, pushing the door open and drifting towards the bed, a handful of tight circles spun around the group before she settles, floating peacefully and letting her light wash over them, through the newly replaced blanket.
killed my old self
but the new me isn't much better
but the new me isn't much better
