just put down the bottle, don't listen to what you've consumed
A couple of bumps and bruises, a couple of aches and pains, and they’ll be good as new. There’s nothing like a good workout to get rid of anxiety, and the tightening thread of tension winding around them. Nate’s excited for some release, excited for this normalcy. He pulls Sunjata close, leaning in to press their foreheads together. ”Its only easy because you make it easy.” He rumbles, meeting the steel gaze, so close its blurry. ”You make other things hard though, so I guess it balances out.” Something that is so obviously a joke shouldn’t come out so heated, but Nate can’t really help himself.
His eyes close as their lips press together, the corners of his lips curled up in an easy to feel grin. There’s a huff of frustration at how short it is though, Nate’s other hand coming up to grab at Sunjata’s hip. ”You just got suckered.” A bright laugh leaves him, his hands not leaving his husband when he can simply be lead along to the edge of the ring, when he can stay close. He draws back into his own space, stroking his chin at the mention of something for him. But...
Close his eyes? Nate rolls them, a scoff and a grin on his face that sobers quickly when steel eyes flick back towards him. With a sigh, both hands lift to cover his eyes, brows lifted in quiet expectation. Sunjata isn’t gone long, keen ears picking up on the quiet steps, but it’s the words in his mind that actually give him permission to drop his hands, surprise flashing across his features. ”Fuck.” He snorts, reaching out to take the box. Would you believe I forgot about my birthday?
There’s a whole different crisis wrapped up in that, one that he can suffer when Sunjata is asleep and the true realization of how he’s aged, and how he hasn’t, can fully grip him. Thankfully, it’s also one he can stave off by opening the box, eyes widening. This is beautiful. He lifts the crossbow from the box, hands smoothing over the black finish, the blue feathers. It’s as much an accessory as it is a weapon, and Nate loves it. ”How am I supposed to beat you now, huh?”
His eyes close as their lips press together, the corners of his lips curled up in an easy to feel grin. There’s a huff of frustration at how short it is though, Nate’s other hand coming up to grab at Sunjata’s hip. ”You just got suckered.” A bright laugh leaves him, his hands not leaving his husband when he can simply be lead along to the edge of the ring, when he can stay close. He draws back into his own space, stroking his chin at the mention of something for him. But...
Close his eyes? Nate rolls them, a scoff and a grin on his face that sobers quickly when steel eyes flick back towards him. With a sigh, both hands lift to cover his eyes, brows lifted in quiet expectation. Sunjata isn’t gone long, keen ears picking up on the quiet steps, but it’s the words in his mind that actually give him permission to drop his hands, surprise flashing across his features. ”Fuck.” He snorts, reaching out to take the box. Would you believe I forgot about my birthday?
There’s a whole different crisis wrapped up in that, one that he can suffer when Sunjata is asleep and the true realization of how he’s aged, and how he hasn’t, can fully grip him. Thankfully, it’s also one he can stave off by opening the box, eyes widening. This is beautiful. He lifts the crossbow from the box, hands smoothing over the black finish, the blue feathers. It’s as much an accessory as it is a weapon, and Nate loves it. ”How am I supposed to beat you now, huh?”
it's chaos, confusion, and wholly unworthy
of feeding and it's wholly untrue
NATE
