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
No surprise children, no twisted unfair deals. It’s like a dream come true. Hell, if he still slept, Nate might fully believe this was a dream. “I can’t believe this.” There’s a measure of awe in his voice, of pure wonder that he refuses to look at too closely for fear of ruining it. “I’m glad we don’t don’t have that bitch hovering over us anymore.” It’s one more shared experience between them, having the herald of stars burned out from all the deep places she saw fit to taint. “God I love you.” He’s going to need to remember to say it out loud more often, instead of simply feeling it, letting it spill out of him.
Safe during the war is one thing. A great thing, something to sing to the heavens about. Being whisked away completely during the war that… that’s something else. Something that Nate isn’t sure he’s comfortable with, even before having to convince the Voice. “I hope you’ve got a good way to sell that.” It’s a soft mumble against Sunjata’s lips before Nate pulls him in for a proper kiss, arms circling around his husband again.
Whatever they have to do is a conversation for later though, a wave of excitement cresting in Nate as they part once again. “Its not nearly as exciting as yours, but-” Before he can explain properly, a scaly head pokes out of the collar of his shirt, beady electric eyes staring at Sunjata. “The Voice gave him to me.”
Safe during the war is one thing. A great thing, something to sing to the heavens about. Being whisked away completely during the war that… that’s something else. Something that Nate isn’t sure he’s comfortable with, even before having to convince the Voice. “I hope you’ve got a good way to sell that.” It’s a soft mumble against Sunjata’s lips before Nate pulls him in for a proper kiss, arms circling around his husband again.
Whatever they have to do is a conversation for later though, a wave of excitement cresting in Nate as they part once again. “Its not nearly as exciting as yours, but-” Before he can explain properly, a scaly head pokes out of the collar of his shirt, beady electric eyes staring at Sunjata. “The Voice gave him to me.”
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
