just put down the bottle, don't listen to what you've consumed
The fuck are you apologizing to me for?” Nate gently guided Sunjata’s snout to rest on his shoulder, replacing the pressure of his hand so he can lift up the smaller form of the dog. I’m sorry. It’s not your fault at all. Fingers spread through his fur, the ascended careful to rise as smoothly as he can. It’s a surprisingly easy task, to let his motions become mechanical, to drop the facade of breath and effort, even if he doesn’t like at all the way it makes him feel.
Stopping for just a moment to spare a hand to grab something strong from the bar, Nate carries his husband up the stairs. It’s almost like déjà vu, the trembling sense of panic and worry reverberating between the walls. At least carrying Sunjata like this is leagues easier. At least nothing is torn open, at least they have a home to return to after this. Nate wonders absently what the next disaster will be, before he drags himself back into the moment, unlocking the door at the top of the stairs and depositing the bottle, but not Sunjata, onto the bed.
The warm dark bundle of fur is going to stay in his arms until he gets the first aid kit, and another little jar Nate fishes out of the desk. With everything he needs gathered, the ascended sits on the bed and disentangles himself carefully from Sunjata. A single cool hand returns to the attuned’s jaw, while the other fishes through the first aid kit of a length of gauze. Does it fee better than it did, at least?
Stopping for just a moment to spare a hand to grab something strong from the bar, Nate carries his husband up the stairs. It’s almost like déjà vu, the trembling sense of panic and worry reverberating between the walls. At least carrying Sunjata like this is leagues easier. At least nothing is torn open, at least they have a home to return to after this. Nate wonders absently what the next disaster will be, before he drags himself back into the moment, unlocking the door at the top of the stairs and depositing the bottle, but not Sunjata, onto the bed.
The warm dark bundle of fur is going to stay in his arms until he gets the first aid kit, and another little jar Nate fishes out of the desk. With everything he needs gathered, the ascended sits on the bed and disentangles himself carefully from Sunjata. A single cool hand returns to the attuned’s jaw, while the other fishes through the first aid kit of a length of gauze. Does it fee better than it did, at least?
it's chaos, confusion, and wholly unworthy
of feeding and it's wholly untrue
NATE
