you're trying not to tell him you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling
Nate grits his teeth and throws the griffin's head to the ground, stunning it for a moment so he can take a step back, glancing down at his injured leg, mostly as a reflex. He knows he's fine, that it's nothing more than superficial damage, the sensors in his head are more than clear about that. I'm fine. Shouldn't even scar. A deep breath sighs out of him as he looks up again, the spectral griffin pinned down by the draconic claws of his husband.
The children are safe, even if they arrived too late to save anyone else, but it's something. It means there's time enough to suck in a breath and grin, a single holographic hand reaching up to stroke along the dragon's flank. Met plesier. He purrs, stepping forward and driving a fist into the creature's head. It shouldn't be possible to feel bone crack with a faux hand, honestly he's not even sure the ghostly griffin really has bones, but it's still satisfying.
The thrill of victory wears off quickly, replaced by a heavy worry that sits in his gut like a rock. Where did you leave them? He shrugs off his coat as he looks around, holding it out for Sunjata to take when he shifts back, pockets still stuffed with extra winter wear. Now that there's no immediate danger, Nate's mind swirls, trying to figure out what they're supposed to do. They can't leave them here, obviously, but where are you supposed to take abandoned babies?
The children are safe, even if they arrived too late to save anyone else, but it's something. It means there's time enough to suck in a breath and grin, a single holographic hand reaching up to stroke along the dragon's flank. Met plesier. He purrs, stepping forward and driving a fist into the creature's head. It shouldn't be possible to feel bone crack with a faux hand, honestly he's not even sure the ghostly griffin really has bones, but it's still satisfying.
The thrill of victory wears off quickly, replaced by a heavy worry that sits in his gut like a rock. Where did you leave them? He shrugs off his coat as he looks around, holding it out for Sunjata to take when he shifts back, pockets still stuffed with extra winter wear. Now that there's no immediate danger, Nate's mind swirls, trying to figure out what they're supposed to do. They can't leave them here, obviously, but where are you supposed to take abandoned babies?
& you're trembling and he reaches over
and touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist
NATE
