NATE
Don't come over and don't be too good to me
I'm not proud of it, please, but i want it to sting
I'm not proud of it, please, but i want it to sting
There’s nothing in Sunjata’s face or his tone that speaks of worry or regret, so Nate tries to temper his reaction, tries to wait for it, instead of immediately spiralling into the worst case. But something that breaks the blood ring it… it’s worrying. He runs his tongue along his teeth just to keep from chewing on his lips, nodding along as the tale comes out. An offer from Frey is… intriguing. Miles better than an offer from Safrin at least, though that’s not necessarily enough to keep Nate’s brows from furrowing more, his mouth quirked into a silent question.
Whatever worry brews in him doesn’t stop his free hand from coming up to brush a longer curl behind Sunjata’s ear. Doesn’t stop it from lingering there, just to be close, to sap at the warmth of the flush. Nate goes easily into his husbands embrace, turning so he can press his face into the other man’s throat and feel the rumble of his words, of the true confession.
“Well that blows my news out of the fuckin’ water.” It’s the first thing out of his mouth, coming after he’s taken a breath to accept everything. Nate’s arm wraps around Sunjata tightly, pulling himself close and making something in his chest chirp indignantly, the noise ignored in favour of questions. “What does it mean for us? And… jesus, wait, all of her?” Nate can’t stop himself from pulling back, hands moving to push Sunjata’s shirt up.
Whatever worry brews in him doesn’t stop his free hand from coming up to brush a longer curl behind Sunjata’s ear. Doesn’t stop it from lingering there, just to be close, to sap at the warmth of the flush. Nate goes easily into his husbands embrace, turning so he can press his face into the other man’s throat and feel the rumble of his words, of the true confession.
“Well that blows my news out of the fuckin’ water.” It’s the first thing out of his mouth, coming after he’s taken a breath to accept everything. Nate’s arm wraps around Sunjata tightly, pulling himself close and making something in his chest chirp indignantly, the noise ignored in favour of questions. “What does it mean for us? And… jesus, wait, all of her?” Nate can’t stop himself from pulling back, hands moving to push Sunjata’s shirt up.
warm blood, baby, fuck a little separation, why should i deny myself
god, i'm unwell, must be a weak man, hurts like hell, just what i needed
god, i'm unwell, must be a weak man, hurts like hell, just what i needed
