sorry about the blood in your mouth, i wish it was mine
Of course this has to happen now. Nate’s patience is stretched to an all time low, every part of him spread thin trying to maintain a face, a mask. Even now, there’s a grin spread over his lips, managing to almost, almost touch his eyes. While Sunjata strips away layers, Nate pours two more, less generous glasses and carries the trio to the sitting area, settling across from Maea as well and going still.
He studies the girl silently, or at least pints his face towards her and grows distant, leaving himself open to be looked at as well. It’s strange to think of how much living he’d done while she had been gone, how many changes have happened. Not the least of which are written directly on his face, the jagged scar crossing his features, and the mismatched eyes it separates, one a familiar electric blue, and the other steel grey.
Sunjata settling beside him seems to snap Nate back into the moment, his eyes fluttering in a blink and his face turning towards his husband. As long as he doesn’t need to start the conversation, words flow from him easily enough, a hand lifting to rub at his jaw. ”A lots happened since...” The h d on his face drops to Sunjata’s leg suddenly, squeezing at his knee too tightly to be an entirely relaxed gesture. ”We got married.” Rip that band aid off, and then breeze past it. Easy. ”Apopo erupted. Uh, Remi was Governor, now Sunny is. The house burnt down. I got fucked up.” The last point comes with a hiccup of laughter, the hand not wrapped tightly around the attuned’s knee lifting to gesture at his face, as if the scar could be missed.
It’s not everything, but Nate leaves out the fact that Sunjata had almost died more than once, leaves out the sickness and delirium’s and Ru. He’s trying to be kind, in his own way. ”Are you... is it strange to be back like this?”
He studies the girl silently, or at least pints his face towards her and grows distant, leaving himself open to be looked at as well. It’s strange to think of how much living he’d done while she had been gone, how many changes have happened. Not the least of which are written directly on his face, the jagged scar crossing his features, and the mismatched eyes it separates, one a familiar electric blue, and the other steel grey.
Sunjata settling beside him seems to snap Nate back into the moment, his eyes fluttering in a blink and his face turning towards his husband. As long as he doesn’t need to start the conversation, words flow from him easily enough, a hand lifting to rub at his jaw. ”A lots happened since...” The h d on his face drops to Sunjata’s leg suddenly, squeezing at his knee too tightly to be an entirely relaxed gesture. ”We got married.” Rip that band aid off, and then breeze past it. Easy. ”Apopo erupted. Uh, Remi was Governor, now Sunny is. The house burnt down. I got fucked up.” The last point comes with a hiccup of laughter, the hand not wrapped tightly around the attuned’s knee lifting to gesture at his face, as if the scar could be missed.
It’s not everything, but Nate leaves out the fact that Sunjata had almost died more than once, leaves out the sickness and delirium’s and Ru. He’s trying to be kind, in his own way. ”Are you... is it strange to be back like this?”
i couldn't get the boy to kill me
but i wore his jacket for the longest time
NATE
