A blender in a lightning storm, disguised as a blessing I'm sure
It's a lot of guesswork on his part, things that he's going to have to come back and look over again, but the edges of what will soon be a home are marked out, leaving him with no more reasons to hesitate. He stretches into the stolen skin of a dragon, wings spreading wide and his neck stretching out towards Sunjata to press their snouts together in the mimic of a kiss. I think I wear it better than you. Nate boasts, lingering a moment longer in his husbands face before slipping back and tucking everything in tightly so they can work together in the somewhat cramped space.
Digging out the foundation actually goes quickly between the two of them, Nate making sure they go a little deeper than they really need to, so there’s room for the stabilizing materials, the layer of gravel and stone and clay. By the time they’ve tamped everything down, the sun is setting, slipping away over the horizon, and Nate is back in his own skin, setting up a tent (tarp) and looking towards his husband, a memory of warm pressure and soft black fur washing at the shore of Sunjata’s mind.
Digging out the foundation actually goes quickly between the two of them, Nate making sure they go a little deeper than they really need to, so there’s room for the stabilizing materials, the layer of gravel and stone and clay. By the time they’ve tamped everything down, the sun is setting, slipping away over the horizon, and Nate is back in his own skin, setting up a tent (tarp) and looking towards his husband, a memory of warm pressure and soft black fur washing at the shore of Sunjata’s mind.
NATE
