I know what it takes to move on; I know how it feels to lie
All I wanna is trade this life for something new
All I wanna is trade this life for something new
The morning sun rises, bringing with it grey clouds and a dreary, humid stillness. So dawns a new day, and it suits the ascendeds mood perfectly. He had tried, in the small hours of the morning, to creep down the stairs, check on his husband, complete a few small chores where he could. Anything to not sit in the bedroom alone, staring off into space in a half aware state. Stuck with only himself made him so damn self aware.
Instead of walking downstairs, turning towards the door, he turns, and finds himself pointed at the kitchen. Strange to be sure, but when he’s in his own head he makes mistakes. He turns, steps past the stairs, around the corner and into the kitchen. He turns into the kitchen another five times, going back and forth, even going up the stairs once, before finally returning to the bedroom upstairs, anger simmering.
As Sunjata walks up towards the house, he will feel the silent fury that simmering has produced. The ascended hadn’t bothered to leave the bedroom until every star had been burned from the sky by the sun, and only then it’s to go to the kitchen, to start a pot of coffee for whenever Sunjata returns from where he’d been. Notes have been becoming a staple of late, and yet there’s nothing right now. Maybe he should be more worried, but somehow the feeling can’t pierce the upset, not fuelled as it is by the night he’s had.
His husbands silent voice rings out in his mind, quiet and stumbling and drawing Nate in the the direction of the door automatically. No sooner is Safrin’s name mentioned than Nate’s presence cracks and crumbles away from the edges of Sunjata’s mind, replaced by a hostile black buzzing, and a somehow strangled Bring her in.
Nate stands and waits at the edge of the hall, at the corner that he just hadn’t been able to get around the night before, with a wide smile on his face. ”Sonskyn.” He greets coolly, a single dark brow inclining in Sunjata’s direction. Dropping his hands behind his back Nate leans in just slightly, still far out of reach of either of them. His grin and his sparkling blue eye both manage to be a little lighter as he addresses the girl. ”And you! Yooou must be,” a hand darts out to stroke at his chin, his face shifting to one of intense thought for a breath, ”Kamaria?”
Instead of walking downstairs, turning towards the door, he turns, and finds himself pointed at the kitchen. Strange to be sure, but when he’s in his own head he makes mistakes. He turns, steps past the stairs, around the corner and into the kitchen. He turns into the kitchen another five times, going back and forth, even going up the stairs once, before finally returning to the bedroom upstairs, anger simmering.
As Sunjata walks up towards the house, he will feel the silent fury that simmering has produced. The ascended hadn’t bothered to leave the bedroom until every star had been burned from the sky by the sun, and only then it’s to go to the kitchen, to start a pot of coffee for whenever Sunjata returns from where he’d been. Notes have been becoming a staple of late, and yet there’s nothing right now. Maybe he should be more worried, but somehow the feeling can’t pierce the upset, not fuelled as it is by the night he’s had.
His husbands silent voice rings out in his mind, quiet and stumbling and drawing Nate in the the direction of the door automatically. No sooner is Safrin’s name mentioned than Nate’s presence cracks and crumbles away from the edges of Sunjata’s mind, replaced by a hostile black buzzing, and a somehow strangled Bring her in.
Nate stands and waits at the edge of the hall, at the corner that he just hadn’t been able to get around the night before, with a wide smile on his face. ”Sonskyn.” He greets coolly, a single dark brow inclining in Sunjata’s direction. Dropping his hands behind his back Nate leans in just slightly, still far out of reach of either of them. His grin and his sparkling blue eye both manage to be a little lighter as he addresses the girl. ”And you! Yooou must be,” a hand darts out to stroke at his chin, his face shifting to one of intense thought for a breath, ”Kamaria?”
holding on to what I haven’t got
NATE
