You pump the blood so I can breathe, Don't let me go don't ever leave
Horror spreads slowly across Nate’s face, horror and pain, and anger at the utter injustice of the whole situation. So you stood up for me, right? You said she was lying, that I couldn’t hurt you, either of you? Its clear Nate knows the answer already if the naked, impossible to hide pain in the lines of his face are anything to go by. This isn’t about knowing the answer though, it’s about hearing Sunjata admit it, hearing him say ’No, I didn’t, skatjie.’
Disbelief swims behind electric blue, Nate’s lips pulled into a thin line. He’d thought, with his ascension, that pain couldn’t find him anymore, not like this, but there is a physical ache in his chest where his heart should be thundering.
Its the same thing! Me, Her, it’s the same side. It has to be now, and you.... you... Nate pushes himself back up, staticky arms disappearing so quickly they pop as he scrabbles off of his perch on Sunjata, pushing away the leathery wings to reveal the room beyond them once again. He moves to the edge of the bed, back turned to his husband, muscles bunched tightly as he curls in on himself.
Stillness does not suit the tangled knots in the bond though, and Nate is up and moving again before he can be touched, a careless hand reaching out and grabbing the bottle of liquor Sunjata had been so optimistic to bring along. On his feet now, he rips the cork out with his teeth and downs the whole thing, fighting with himself to stifle every helpless feeling pushing its way through the bond.
Disbelief swims behind electric blue, Nate’s lips pulled into a thin line. He’d thought, with his ascension, that pain couldn’t find him anymore, not like this, but there is a physical ache in his chest where his heart should be thundering.
Its the same thing! Me, Her, it’s the same side. It has to be now, and you.... you... Nate pushes himself back up, staticky arms disappearing so quickly they pop as he scrabbles off of his perch on Sunjata, pushing away the leathery wings to reveal the room beyond them once again. He moves to the edge of the bed, back turned to his husband, muscles bunched tightly as he curls in on himself.
Stillness does not suit the tangled knots in the bond though, and Nate is up and moving again before he can be touched, a careless hand reaching out and grabbing the bottle of liquor Sunjata had been so optimistic to bring along. On his feet now, he rips the cork out with his teeth and downs the whole thing, fighting with himself to stifle every helpless feeling pushing its way through the bond.
NATE
