i hate my weaknesses, they make me who i am. it makes no difference, i'm insignificant
A sour not of regret flares on Nates side of the bond, a fang peeking out of his mouth to worry at his lip while he mulls over the worry. The Voice wouldn’t just send me into a death trap like that. He turns, pressing his lips to his husbands soft, wavy hair, and considers. She’d give me some kind of warning, if I really had to worry. Theres no uncertainty in Nate’s mental voice at all, his faith in his Goddess firm and unyielding.
It’s Nates turn to freeze breathlessly as Sunjata’s suggestion hits the bond, stress and confusion melting away into thick, syrupy adoration. He’s too strong to be denied when he drags the attuned into his lap, wrapping him up in a multi-armed hug. I love you. He says simply, sincerely, shifting to find Sunjata’s lips and press against them in a soft kiss. But... I don’t think it works like that. I think prt of it is... me being there.
It’s Nates turn to freeze breathlessly as Sunjata’s suggestion hits the bond, stress and confusion melting away into thick, syrupy adoration. He’s too strong to be denied when he drags the attuned into his lap, wrapping him up in a multi-armed hug. I love you. He says simply, sincerely, shifting to find Sunjata’s lips and press against them in a soft kiss. But... I don’t think it works like that. I think prt of it is... me being there.
NATE
