'cause the bad's been slowly getting worse
and this fast lane living, it's a curse
Nate is loathe to let Sunjata leave the house alone with everything that’s happened. Argues it, though he stops just short of insisting to tag along. Leaving the house alone feels just as wrong, and... well he gets it. Some things you do alone, some things have to be done alone.
He does insist Pemota goes along, if only to help him keep everything together, if only so Nate can pretend he has a lifeline of some kind.
The house is quiet when he finally feels his companion again, the heady swirl of Sunjata’s emotions following soon after. Kamaria is in bed, Bart and Saartjie wherever they spend the night. Nate doesn’t move from where he is, waits for the tide to bring his love to him, and is not disappointed when Sunjata does, feathers dusting his shoulders. He barely gets the chance to open his arms before Sunjata is pressing against him, Nate lifting his to the table, a painful twang in his chest when he sees the scorched pieces there.
Two sets of arms wrap tightly around Sunjata, pulling him deeper into the seat Nate had been haunting for the better part of the evening. I’ve got you, sonskyn, I’m right here. The words are a steady, even purr, despite the rumbling, protective anger simmering through the bond, an emotion Nate desperately tries to clamp down tight, if only to not burden his husband with it.
He does insist Pemota goes along, if only to help him keep everything together, if only so Nate can pretend he has a lifeline of some kind.
The house is quiet when he finally feels his companion again, the heady swirl of Sunjata’s emotions following soon after. Kamaria is in bed, Bart and Saartjie wherever they spend the night. Nate doesn’t move from where he is, waits for the tide to bring his love to him, and is not disappointed when Sunjata does, feathers dusting his shoulders. He barely gets the chance to open his arms before Sunjata is pressing against him, Nate lifting his to the table, a painful twang in his chest when he sees the scorched pieces there.
Two sets of arms wrap tightly around Sunjata, pulling him deeper into the seat Nate had been haunting for the better part of the evening. I’ve got you, sonskyn, I’m right here. The words are a steady, even purr, despite the rumbling, protective anger simmering through the bond, an emotion Nate desperately tries to clamp down tight, if only to not burden his husband with it.
better tell me what's your life worth
i think it's time for a change, 'cause the drugs don't work
