there's a niche in his chest where a heart would fit perfectly
Hands blur across the counter, chopping and crushing and peeling until there’s a half full pan heating up, the smell of garlic and onion already beginning to fill the kitchen. Every time he gets a moment, Nate leans back, his fingers brushing against Sunjata, just to make sure that he’s real, that he’s still there.
Some part of Nate wants to make a joke about how they met, Sunjata half drowned then, and banned from smoking, but he doesn’t have it in him to take away this small comfort. Not tonight, at least. I should, somewhere. Hands pat at the apron, the pants as if something will jump out and surprise him, and when it doesn’t Nate heaves a sigh and steps over to the junk drawer. A beaten up pck is fished out of the back corner, and from it a single cigarette that looks like it’s seen better days, placed firmly between antes lips for safekeeping.
It’s easy to forget how dark it really is in the kitchen with his eyes, but the lack of light is made blindingly apparent when he lights a match and the smoke, stepping back towards his husband with only the dim cherry lighting his features. Everything but Sunjata is forgotten as Nate leans in, a teasing brush of smoke caressing the attuned’s lips before they crash together in a needy kiss.
Nate is far too proud to let his food burn though, even in these circumstances, and he ends up pulling away sooner than he wants, the pressure of his lips replaced with fingers and the smoke while the ascended focuses back on his pan, giving everything a good mix and reaching for a glass.
Some part of Nate wants to make a joke about how they met, Sunjata half drowned then, and banned from smoking, but he doesn’t have it in him to take away this small comfort. Not tonight, at least. I should, somewhere. Hands pat at the apron, the pants as if something will jump out and surprise him, and when it doesn’t Nate heaves a sigh and steps over to the junk drawer. A beaten up pck is fished out of the back corner, and from it a single cigarette that looks like it’s seen better days, placed firmly between antes lips for safekeeping.
It’s easy to forget how dark it really is in the kitchen with his eyes, but the lack of light is made blindingly apparent when he lights a match and the smoke, stepping back towards his husband with only the dim cherry lighting his features. Everything but Sunjata is forgotten as Nate leans in, a teasing brush of smoke caressing the attuned’s lips before they crash together in a needy kiss.
Nate is far too proud to let his food burn though, even in these circumstances, and he ends up pulling away sooner than he wants, the pressure of his lips replaced with fingers and the smoke while the ascended focuses back on his pan, giving everything a good mix and reaching for a glass.
NATE
