another place to shed my skin

You pump the blood so I can breathe, Don't let me go don't ever leave

Nate snorts, mashing his head awkwardly against his husband as he tries to rolls his eyes dramatically without pulling away. Skins even easier than bone. He says, far too sensibly for the insanity he is suggesting.

The only light in the usually comfortable wing cocoon is the lightning that dances under his skin, faint without anything to focus it, and yet still enough to show the disappointment that flinches across his face. A snort of frustration masquerading as hysterical amusement creeps out of his clenched jaw, his gaze locked on the slivered steel of his husbands eyes.

You don’t need anything! Nate’s voice cracks impossibly through the bond, a tremble that is trying to be born as a sob quaking it’s way along his jaw. You have me! I have the Voice! It’s enough to keep you safe, without her. Dark brows tug together, tugging at the scar that spans his face. The shimmer of fluid in his eyes thickens, and Nate tears his gaze away, pressing his chin against his shoulder and staring at Sunjata’s fingers.

You could... you could just... A deep, dull throb of pain jolts through the bond, stifling Nate’s voice with an audible whine.

NATE