you're trying not to tell him you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling
Sunjata’s head dips, the weight of Nate’s words hanging off him heavily. It’s almost worth it. And it only makes it worse, that this is the first time Sunjata’s realizing. ”You’re a spy!” He shouts, kicking at a loose board and turning away from the other man. Thunder rumbles in the distance, a storm rumbling over the ocean, and at least one fucking thing in the world feels fitting.
Disembodied arms pause, flickering as Nate falters. As he cracks just a little bit more, just enough for the bottle of emotions in his chest to leak. ”You chose Safrin over me!” Turning again, Nate directs his fury at the other man, where he can’t turn it towards the stars. The arms fade out of existence, tools dropping to the ground with a clatter, and reappearing wrapped around his torso. Holding him back and holding him together.
”Not realizing doesn’t make it better.” It might make it worse, a fact that Nate is sure runs through both their heads at the same time. Squeezing his eyes closed right, Nate clenched his teeth and sighs, trying to not let any more words leak out of him. How often had he said something he regretted? How often had he pushed too hard and broken things? This is delicate for him. And that’s the worst part of all of this, isn’t it?
Disembodied arms pause, flickering as Nate falters. As he cracks just a little bit more, just enough for the bottle of emotions in his chest to leak. ”You chose Safrin over me!” Turning again, Nate directs his fury at the other man, where he can’t turn it towards the stars. The arms fade out of existence, tools dropping to the ground with a clatter, and reappearing wrapped around his torso. Holding him back and holding him together.
”Not realizing doesn’t make it better.” It might make it worse, a fact that Nate is sure runs through both their heads at the same time. Squeezing his eyes closed right, Nate clenched his teeth and sighs, trying to not let any more words leak out of him. How often had he said something he regretted? How often had he pushed too hard and broken things? This is delicate for him. And that’s the worst part of all of this, isn’t it?
& you're trembling and he reaches over
and touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist
NATE
