NATE
we've been living on a fault line
and for a while you were all mine
and for a while you were all mine
A smile follows the path of Sunjata’s flush, curling Nate’s lips up as he basks in the warm reciprocation cloying the bond. Gods, how has he ever thought taking off this blessed ring was a good idea? Words, real emotional words, were not something that sprang easily to his lips, silver tongue ashen when it came to honesty, but feelings? Raw feelings? Fuck, Nate could drown in them, and did, often.
There is a sudden swell in Nate, an emotion breaking its chains and running into the open, sickly, possessive joy aching in his jaw suddenly, making every moment spent not pressing his lips against his husband feel like a wasted one. A waste he puts a stop to immediately, his head shifting ever so slightly. To be so loved, despite everything he was, to be someone’s everything. Gods, the things he would do for Sunjata, just to really deserve that.
Slowing naturally, Nate forgets everything that isn’t holding Sunjata, a hand rising to cradle the back of his head, the attuned wordlessly precious. Nate realizes quite suddenly that his eyes are wet, in spite of how tightly he has them closed. There’s a pause, a moment that would have been a breath of he could remember the trick of it, and then words, the first few faltering drops of a storm. I... want us to have more. I want a, his mental voice falters, memories rising up from a place deep in Nate labeled Do Not Open, things that even now have his body tightening, bracing, a family. More of a... with, with both of us.
There is a sudden swell in Nate, an emotion breaking its chains and running into the open, sickly, possessive joy aching in his jaw suddenly, making every moment spent not pressing his lips against his husband feel like a wasted one. A waste he puts a stop to immediately, his head shifting ever so slightly. To be so loved, despite everything he was, to be someone’s everything. Gods, the things he would do for Sunjata, just to really deserve that.
Slowing naturally, Nate forgets everything that isn’t holding Sunjata, a hand rising to cradle the back of his head, the attuned wordlessly precious. Nate realizes quite suddenly that his eyes are wet, in spite of how tightly he has them closed. There’s a pause, a moment that would have been a breath of he could remember the trick of it, and then words, the first few faltering drops of a storm. I... want us to have more. I want a, his mental voice falters, memories rising up from a place deep in Nate labeled Do Not Open, things that even now have his body tightening, bracing, a family. More of a... with, with both of us.
i've spent a lifetime, giving you my heart
i swear that i'll be yours forever,
'til forever falls apart
i swear that i'll be yours forever,
'til forever falls apart
