- NATE -
Got my own monster
Nobody but me
Nobody but me
Fingers come up absently to push the trickle of water away from Sunjata's temple, back into his hair, an ultimately useless gesture considering the water around them. Nate was just happy to get his hands on the other man, to have his fingers curling through his hair. Blue eyes widen slightly, what started as a fun detail very quickly turning dark, though it doesn't seem to drag the other man down, so it passes without comment. For the moment at least.
There's a snort, Nate quietly amused by the wink, the luck that the him of the past had liked the blue. "Sleek. It was a long smooth curve, nothing too flashy, and a little smaller than other things that were available, but fuck, I loved that car." Nate shakes his head and sighs, though the grin clinging to his lips doesn't leave with his dramatics. In fact it grows a little more sly as he looks up again. "The inside was black leather. And a long bench seat." His brows waggle, as if the words need any more implication dripping from them.
It feels a little bit weird to only be talking about himself, his world, but if it keeps them away from the other man's darker memories, from talk of snipers and spirals, then Nate's happy to answer anything. "The house I grew up in was right across the river from a big city. Skyscrapers and all." Another soft laugh leaves him, his fingers slowly stilling in Sunjata's hair. "Me and Bart used to have all these big plans, said we were gonna leave, move out to the city, or... some other city, and never be found again." It sounds like such a childish dream now, despite the fact that in some way, he's achieved exactly that.
There's a snort, Nate quietly amused by the wink, the luck that the him of the past had liked the blue. "Sleek. It was a long smooth curve, nothing too flashy, and a little smaller than other things that were available, but fuck, I loved that car." Nate shakes his head and sighs, though the grin clinging to his lips doesn't leave with his dramatics. In fact it grows a little more sly as he looks up again. "The inside was black leather. And a long bench seat." His brows waggle, as if the words need any more implication dripping from them.
It feels a little bit weird to only be talking about himself, his world, but if it keeps them away from the other man's darker memories, from talk of snipers and spirals, then Nate's happy to answer anything. "The house I grew up in was right across the river from a big city. Skyscrapers and all." Another soft laugh leaves him, his fingers slowly stilling in Sunjata's hair. "Me and Bart used to have all these big plans, said we were gonna leave, move out to the city, or... some other city, and never be found again." It sounds like such a childish dream now, despite the fact that in some way, he's achieved exactly that.
I would never call him enemy
He's the bad god I need
He's the bad god I need
