- NATE -
I don’t want a world
Without pain or loss
Without pain or loss
Of course he hears the door open, feels a clench in his chest, despite the fact that Nate knows it's the front door, knows it's Sunjata. And even if he didn't neither Pemota nor Haai react, save for an ear flicking back, a trill of greeting. He makes a point of not moving, not until the attuned is beside him, and he can offer a ghost of the smile back, keeping his face carefully angled as the other man moves around, settles in front of him. An automatic defence mechanism, that he can play off as making up for his new field of vision, instead of hiding away.
"You got me something?" There's a dozen questions wrapped up in the one, when, why, among the most prevalent. But questions don't stop Nate reaching out, don't stop hands wrapping around the box almost reverently. Just the gesture is enough to have something warm rising up in his chest, to have a tremble in his fingers, to make him hesitate a moment longer after the permission comes. There's a kind of nervous precision to the way he peels away the wrapping, sets it to the side, the way he runs his fingers over the box like he can feel it before he opens it.
A single blue eye rises from the necklace, from the pendant, to Sunjata, the thin smile on Nate's filling out into something a little brighter. "You... didn't need to do this." He offers slowly, even as he lifts the necklace from the box, holds it up to really look at it, the inked lines on the other mans chest visible in the negative spaces. Even as he fumbles with the clasp, struggling to get it open. Frustration builds, shows in the set of his jaw, the way its clear he's literally biting his tongue to not snap. Show in the boneless, silent huff as he slips out of the chair, leans in close to Sunjata and holds the gift out. "Help?"
Not too long ago, Nate would have struggled, would have fought and struggled until the clasp opened, but this was a moment he didn't want to ruin, and he'd learned to swallow his pride, to trust Sunjata wholly with bigger things. This should be easy.
"You got me something?" There's a dozen questions wrapped up in the one, when, why, among the most prevalent. But questions don't stop Nate reaching out, don't stop hands wrapping around the box almost reverently. Just the gesture is enough to have something warm rising up in his chest, to have a tremble in his fingers, to make him hesitate a moment longer after the permission comes. There's a kind of nervous precision to the way he peels away the wrapping, sets it to the side, the way he runs his fingers over the box like he can feel it before he opens it.
A single blue eye rises from the necklace, from the pendant, to Sunjata, the thin smile on Nate's filling out into something a little brighter. "You... didn't need to do this." He offers slowly, even as he lifts the necklace from the box, holds it up to really look at it, the inked lines on the other mans chest visible in the negative spaces. Even as he fumbles with the clasp, struggling to get it open. Frustration builds, shows in the set of his jaw, the way its clear he's literally biting his tongue to not snap. Show in the boneless, silent huff as he slips out of the chair, leans in close to Sunjata and holds the gift out. "Help?"
Not too long ago, Nate would have struggled, would have fought and struggled until the clasp opened, but this was a moment he didn't want to ruin, and he'd learned to swallow his pride, to trust Sunjata wholly with bigger things. This should be easy.
I just want them
To mean something
To mean something
