i hate my weaknesses, they make me who i am. it makes no difference, i'm insignificant
His silent plea is answered, Nate cuddling insistently with the panther that climbs in to sleep on top of him. Fingers thread through the luxurious fur all but automatically as Nate drifts into a warm calm, his thoughts nestled in closely against Sunjata's dreaming mind. It's the calmest he's been in a while, the closest to sleep he's been in longer, a knot of tension undone in his shoulders when they get up in the morning.
Sinking into the tight embrace Sunjata offers, the demi-god hugs back with all four arms, just as reluctant to pull back. "I think that sounds manageable." Nate hums as he stretches. "We should get the roof gambles made first, and then we can get everything together." It's looking to be a day of busywork, cutting and hammering and eventually, slotting things together. There's breaks for food whenever they feel like stopping, and Nate's hands on his husband as often as he can, sometimes just holding hands whenever they have a free moment.
The end of the day comes later this time, the sun a mere suggestion on the horizon when Nate suggests a bonfire, thinking about something warm to eat after their work.
Sinking into the tight embrace Sunjata offers, the demi-god hugs back with all four arms, just as reluctant to pull back. "I think that sounds manageable." Nate hums as he stretches. "We should get the roof gambles made first, and then we can get everything together." It's looking to be a day of busywork, cutting and hammering and eventually, slotting things together. There's breaks for food whenever they feel like stopping, and Nate's hands on his husband as often as he can, sometimes just holding hands whenever they have a free moment.
The end of the day comes later this time, the sun a mere suggestion on the horizon when Nate suggests a bonfire, thinking about something warm to eat after their work.
NATE
