just put down the bottle, don't listen to what you've consumed
Nothing in the world breaks him like Sunjata’s pain does, the fact that he’s the cause of it making everything that much worse. Already the cracks begin to show in Nate’s frantic mental state, though it’s impossible to actually see, his expression hidden in the fur of the attuned’s shoulder. The only consolation is that the hardest part is over. No, the most worrying part is over. The hardest part is going to be the weeks of pain as this heals, bruising and swelling and nothing but liquids and soft foods.
I’m so sorry Sunny. Nate’s voice is impossibly hoarse, a near overwhelming blanket of concern flowing from him. As if somehow, if he tried hard enough, he could simply soothe away all of the pain. ”I can help the pain a little but uh,” he’s already wincing, a fresh trickle of guilt pouring into his guts, ”I need you to be... you.” He’s working with what he has, the boxing ring less equipped for this than it ought to be (a mistake they can fix going forward) but what he has can’t be admisniterwd to a dog. Even if the dog is usually human.
Leaning in, Nate presses his lips to the canine head of his husband, not quite a kiss, but a cool presence. Take your time. A sentiment entirely at odds with the sense of urgency beating through Nate like a heartbeat, the anger met with a frantic need to push and pull and make Sunjata better. It’s different, but exactly the same, borne of the same inability to do anything.
I’m so sorry Sunny. Nate’s voice is impossibly hoarse, a near overwhelming blanket of concern flowing from him. As if somehow, if he tried hard enough, he could simply soothe away all of the pain. ”I can help the pain a little but uh,” he’s already wincing, a fresh trickle of guilt pouring into his guts, ”I need you to be... you.” He’s working with what he has, the boxing ring less equipped for this than it ought to be (a mistake they can fix going forward) but what he has can’t be admisniterwd to a dog. Even if the dog is usually human.
Leaning in, Nate presses his lips to the canine head of his husband, not quite a kiss, but a cool presence. Take your time. A sentiment entirely at odds with the sense of urgency beating through Nate like a heartbeat, the anger met with a frantic need to push and pull and make Sunjata better. It’s different, but exactly the same, borne of the same inability to do anything.
it's chaos, confusion, and wholly unworthy
of feeding and it's wholly untrue
NATE
