NATE
A sympathetic wince moves through Nate as he sees the automatic reaction, the slight shift of Sunajat's face as he goes to answer the way he would any other time. It's a mistake that's corrected immediately, the words in Nate's head surprisingly warm, considering the current of pain that must be moving through the attuned. Though, hadn't that been the point of the drugs, to make it easier to ignore, easier to move past? Good, I'm glad. The edges of his smile ease, grow just a touch more relaxed as Nate leans in closer to his husband, a thankful thought pressed towards Pemota as he does. They are. He agrees easily, before he pulls himself onto the bed more comfortably, leaning against Haai and sandwiching Pemota between them.
If he had more time, maybe Nate could find a reason for why Sunjata's fingers brushing against his wrist made his chest ache so much. His lips part in a quiet gasp, his response coming through the ring as well, despite the effort of his lips. Medisyne. En versnaperinge, en sap. Alles vir jou, sonskyn. There's a bright chirp in his own voice, warmth and steadiness that takes more than a little bit of effort to maintain. The more he encourages the mood though, the easier it will be for Sunjata to stay wrapped up in it.
Mismatched eyes take their time moving up Sunjata's body, glazing over a touch as they move along the dark bruising on their way to meet bright steel eyes, the intensity of them drawing a soft huff of laughter from Nate. Are you comfy here Sunny? Better to move early, before either of them get too settled. Not that moving at any point would be an issue, Nate more than willing to bend over backwards for his husband right now.
If he had more time, maybe Nate could find a reason for why Sunjata's fingers brushing against his wrist made his chest ache so much. His lips part in a quiet gasp, his response coming through the ring as well, despite the effort of his lips. Medisyne. En versnaperinge, en sap. Alles vir jou, sonskyn. There's a bright chirp in his own voice, warmth and steadiness that takes more than a little bit of effort to maintain. The more he encourages the mood though, the easier it will be for Sunjata to stay wrapped up in it.
Mismatched eyes take their time moving up Sunjata's body, glazing over a touch as they move along the dark bruising on their way to meet bright steel eyes, the intensity of them drawing a soft huff of laughter from Nate. Are you comfy here Sunny? Better to move early, before either of them get too settled. Not that moving at any point would be an issue, Nate more than willing to bend over backwards for his husband right now.
Deep down, it hurts to know
How bad I wanna call it quits
How bad I wanna call it quits
