there's a niche in his chest where a heart would fit perfectly
This ain’t what he’d wanted, Sunjata’s regret mirrored on his face, even if his side of the bond is quiet, in the same way a building storm is quiet. No. Theres still a buzz around the silent words, the emotion torn away from them. Really, nothing happened. I... stayed at home, mostly. Got uh... got the anchors done. Nate can’t quite muster a full shrug as he sweeps the wet glass into a corner, leaving the broom over it as a warning and a reminder.
Hands pull Nate close, and he goes without a second thought, leaning down around his husband and wrapping him up in a tight hug. Lips press into curls, a soft hum of breath leaving the ascended. He tries to ground himself, tries to find the attuned’s smell, under the salt, and whatever had been in the shower he’d taken. I’m glad you’re back.
It takes a long moment for Nate to pull away, and it’s only so he can take the one off the stove and dump the food into a bowl. He knows without even looking that it’s undercooked in some places, and nearly burned in others, but the only thing that matters right now is getting Sunjata back in his arms as quickly as possible. Couch? To eat?
Hands pull Nate close, and he goes without a second thought, leaning down around his husband and wrapping him up in a tight hug. Lips press into curls, a soft hum of breath leaving the ascended. He tries to ground himself, tries to find the attuned’s smell, under the salt, and whatever had been in the shower he’d taken. I’m glad you’re back.
It takes a long moment for Nate to pull away, and it’s only so he can take the one off the stove and dump the food into a bowl. He knows without even looking that it’s undercooked in some places, and nearly burned in others, but the only thing that matters right now is getting Sunjata back in his arms as quickly as possible. Couch? To eat?
NATE
