you're trying not to tell him you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling
A note. Nate considers the thought, considers a different timeline, a note left early enough to find it, to stop a very different midnight sojourn, and pushes himself away from those thoughts quickly. "You're an adult. You don't need to leave a note." Why does everything that leaves his mouth sound so sharp, when he isn't looking for a fight? Is he? Would it help here?
It's difficult, but Nate tries to reign in his tone this time, tries to aim for more neutral, for airy, instead of icy. He does want to be angry, he does want a fight, just for the sake of it, hands tensing into balled fists before he lets out a slow breath. "Maybe we can choose a different colour. Green might be nice." As idle as the words may be, they carry something important in them, a measure of hope. The promise of a Longheat, of a decision made together. Of simplicity.
Haai's voraciousness manages to pull a soft huff of what sounds like laughter from Nate, his shoulders shaking with the sound. The mug is pulled away so he can claim one last sip and push off the counter to set it on the floor, leaving everything else for the griffon. For the first time, he turns towards Sunjata, eyes rimmed with shimmery, bruise-like bags, packed too heavily by exhaustion and emotion both. The intense distance in his gaze belies some silent conversation, though the ring still sits uselessly on a chain around his neck, along with a silver compass rose.
It takes longer than he'd like to admit before Nate manages to actually work his jaw, some part of him freezing now that he's face to face with the other man. The fact that their eyes don't quite meet helps marginally, keeps the ascended from spiralling too much. "Help would be... nice, yea." For now though, they're just words, no attempt made to move, to get to work.
It's difficult, but Nate tries to reign in his tone this time, tries to aim for more neutral, for airy, instead of icy. He does want to be angry, he does want a fight, just for the sake of it, hands tensing into balled fists before he lets out a slow breath. "Maybe we can choose a different colour. Green might be nice." As idle as the words may be, they carry something important in them, a measure of hope. The promise of a Longheat, of a decision made together. Of simplicity.
Haai's voraciousness manages to pull a soft huff of what sounds like laughter from Nate, his shoulders shaking with the sound. The mug is pulled away so he can claim one last sip and push off the counter to set it on the floor, leaving everything else for the griffon. For the first time, he turns towards Sunjata, eyes rimmed with shimmery, bruise-like bags, packed too heavily by exhaustion and emotion both. The intense distance in his gaze belies some silent conversation, though the ring still sits uselessly on a chain around his neck, along with a silver compass rose.
It takes longer than he'd like to admit before Nate manages to actually work his jaw, some part of him freezing now that he's face to face with the other man. The fact that their eyes don't quite meet helps marginally, keeps the ascended from spiralling too much. "Help would be... nice, yea." For now though, they're just words, no attempt made to move, to get to work.
& you're trembling and he reaches over
and touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist
NATE
