You pump the blood so I can breathe, Don't let me go don't ever leave
All the ease he could ever for in the world seems to live on Sunjata’s face. If the cost to be looked at by such radiance is simply being seen, then he will expose every skeleton in his closet to the sun. Nate wants his husbands eyes to never look away from him, wants to be called darling and be stuck with him forever. “Promise?” The word all but moans out of the ascended’s throat, pressed out by a desperate breath he’d gasped in just for this.
Hands reach up, fingers threading through brown hair, candlelight catching on the honey blonde highlights from Longheat and ocean salt. Nate thinks Beautiful out loud before he can stop himself, electric eyes closing to hide away his own vulnerability, and just in time for lips to press along the scar spanning his face, the barely there touch he usually feels softer, more distant, and burning with the weight of intention. Brows pinch against Sunjata’s forehead as Nate pushes up against him in some backwards attempt to snatch more closeness.
Nate’s eyes only open again when he feels his husbands flutter closed, slipping into the cloak of the moon without realizing. “That’s all I want.” A whisper carried on less than a breath creeps into the attuned’s ear, Nate’s side of the bond finally quieting as he slips hesitantly into contentment. Fingers brush through Sunjata’s hair as if each strand were silk, a slow and deliberate exploration while the heavy weight of blue eyes maps each contour of his husbands face. Both journeys seem to pause at his temple though, a lightness there that has nothing to do with sun or salt, that immediately stops the breath Nate had only just started bothering with again.
It’s not fair, that he has to make a liar out of himself immediately, but the words leave him before he can even think, the pasture gate hanging open. I want to grow up with you. Grief has weighed in Nates voice before, but something about this is deeper than simple loss.
Hands reach up, fingers threading through brown hair, candlelight catching on the honey blonde highlights from Longheat and ocean salt. Nate thinks Beautiful out loud before he can stop himself, electric eyes closing to hide away his own vulnerability, and just in time for lips to press along the scar spanning his face, the barely there touch he usually feels softer, more distant, and burning with the weight of intention. Brows pinch against Sunjata’s forehead as Nate pushes up against him in some backwards attempt to snatch more closeness.
Nate’s eyes only open again when he feels his husbands flutter closed, slipping into the cloak of the moon without realizing. “That’s all I want.” A whisper carried on less than a breath creeps into the attuned’s ear, Nate’s side of the bond finally quieting as he slips hesitantly into contentment. Fingers brush through Sunjata’s hair as if each strand were silk, a slow and deliberate exploration while the heavy weight of blue eyes maps each contour of his husbands face. Both journeys seem to pause at his temple though, a lightness there that has nothing to do with sun or salt, that immediately stops the breath Nate had only just started bothering with again.
It’s not fair, that he has to make a liar out of himself immediately, but the words leave him before he can even think, the pasture gate hanging open. I want to grow up with you. Grief has weighed in Nates voice before, but something about this is deeper than simple loss.
NATE
