Aamu
He had been afraid of overstepping, but as Nate twists in his arms to return the embrace he thinks that yes, he was allowed: maybe it was even needed. Nate seems quite free with touch, while Aamu has been very reserved since his awakening. Still, he raises his other arm to put his hand gently on Nate's elbow, battling a sudden urge to grab the doctor and never let him go.
So it is with some regret he allows Nate to pull back. Aamu waits in silence, patient, keen, but when some meager scraps of an explanation come they raise more questions than they answer. He doesn't know what to respond, how to fit it together, just thinks of Sunjata at the bar and Safrin and now .. this?
But he doesn't have to say anything, as he's pulled onto his feet and into a dance, twirled around in circles. Taken by surprise Aamu laughs, holding on to Nate's hands firmly as they spin, and finally stop. His tongue runs along the inside of his teeth as he follows the pointed glance, and he admits defeat. "Alright, alright. But you'll have to complain about Safrin to me afterwards." Delivered with a narrowing of his eyes and a pointy index finger and all.
Carefully (so as to not trip) he retrieves the swords, holding one out, hilt first, to Nate. "What do you know of swordplay?"
So it is with some regret he allows Nate to pull back. Aamu waits in silence, patient, keen, but when some meager scraps of an explanation come they raise more questions than they answer. He doesn't know what to respond, how to fit it together, just thinks of Sunjata at the bar and Safrin and now .. this?
But he doesn't have to say anything, as he's pulled onto his feet and into a dance, twirled around in circles. Taken by surprise Aamu laughs, holding on to Nate's hands firmly as they spin, and finally stop. His tongue runs along the inside of his teeth as he follows the pointed glance, and he admits defeat. "Alright, alright. But you'll have to complain about Safrin to me afterwards." Delivered with a narrowing of his eyes and a pointy index finger and all.
Carefully (so as to not trip) he retrieves the swords, holding one out, hilt first, to Nate. "What do you know of swordplay?"
Through the streets and the houses of gods you roam
and on their altars you lay your heart of stone
and on their altars you lay your heart of stone
