NATE
The more they drift apart, their paths vastly different kinds of hell’s, the more things stay the same. It was still nicer than the monsoons here. He laughs again, managing to add some genuine warmth to the sound again, a gentle thrum emanating from him as some deep flame is rekindled. Or like what you dealt with. Floods were a much more distant threat in Nate’s upbringing. Though again, the words brush close to danger, to things he should know better than to bring up.
Pemota offers a distraction, and Nate leaps upon, focused on Sunjata’s words, on the bright ease that bounces back through the ring. That all sounds real inconvenient. Another laugh leaves Nate, his gaze not leaving his husband now, even as his hand is busy with other things. Though even he is not immune to distraction, the glass very nearly overfilled as he feigns a light hearted outrage. You mean you could have been wooing me with music? Nate manages to catch himself, setting the pitcher down as he brings the glass close and continues. Now we have to get married all over again.
Laughter is quick to grace him now, the ascended hoping it’s as contagious as he’s always been told. You did show me your cobra shift. He’d forgotten about that. Forgotten too, about the fact that eating the baby turtles had even been a thought in the other man’s mind, though the pride that the reminder comes with has a surprised bark of laughter bursting from Nate.
Nate licks his lips, hesitates, then lets the explanation, the admission drop from him, heavy and awkward, as much as he can be. I... had never really done anything like that before. Suddenly, helping Sunjata take a sip of juice is the most focus intensive task he’s ever had to do, mismatched eyes dropping to focus on the attuned’s lips, instead of holding his gaze, again. There’s a lot of things I’ve done for the first time with you.
Pemota offers a distraction, and Nate leaps upon, focused on Sunjata’s words, on the bright ease that bounces back through the ring. That all sounds real inconvenient. Another laugh leaves Nate, his gaze not leaving his husband now, even as his hand is busy with other things. Though even he is not immune to distraction, the glass very nearly overfilled as he feigns a light hearted outrage. You mean you could have been wooing me with music? Nate manages to catch himself, setting the pitcher down as he brings the glass close and continues. Now we have to get married all over again.
Laughter is quick to grace him now, the ascended hoping it’s as contagious as he’s always been told. You did show me your cobra shift. He’d forgotten about that. Forgotten too, about the fact that eating the baby turtles had even been a thought in the other man’s mind, though the pride that the reminder comes with has a surprised bark of laughter bursting from Nate.
Nate licks his lips, hesitates, then lets the explanation, the admission drop from him, heavy and awkward, as much as he can be. I... had never really done anything like that before. Suddenly, helping Sunjata take a sip of juice is the most focus intensive task he’s ever had to do, mismatched eyes dropping to focus on the attuned’s lips, instead of holding his gaze, again. There’s a lot of things I’ve done for the first time with you.
Deep down, it hurts to know
How bad I wanna call it quits
How bad I wanna call it quits
