NATE
All at once, the horror story becomes real again, real memories, real trauma, and that makes it that much sadder, that much scarier. “I remember.” He mumbles against dark scales, fingers following the whorling patterns in them. Sunjata’s wings wrap them in a warm, safe darkness, Nate relaxing in bits and pieces, melting against the pressure of his husband's head.
Is that what you think happened? Nate can't help the naked curiosity in his voice, his eyes bright glittering points in his shadowed face. The shadowy figure in his mind shifts, flickers; horns softening to dark curls, dripping fangs curling into a sharp grin, and the eyes twinkling in shades of blue. He could believe it, could believe in a monster that saw something special in a drowning boy. Some part of him wants to.
A soft sigh leaves Nate, his eyes closing. Think your trick worked amato. The silent voice is thin, wavering in and out like a breeze. Is it my turn to tell a story now?
Is that what you think happened? Nate can't help the naked curiosity in his voice, his eyes bright glittering points in his shadowed face. The shadowy figure in his mind shifts, flickers; horns softening to dark curls, dripping fangs curling into a sharp grin, and the eyes twinkling in shades of blue. He could believe it, could believe in a monster that saw something special in a drowning boy. Some part of him wants to.
A soft sigh leaves Nate, his eyes closing. Think your trick worked amato. The silent voice is thin, wavering in and out like a breeze. Is it my turn to tell a story now?
i love those quiet moments in the dark
where you can stop pretending
where you can stop pretending
