you're trying not to tell him you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling
As much as he wants to flinch away from the full force of his husbands gaze, Nate doesn’t. He has to hold it, has to push through as much sincerity as he can. As much hope. Fear and pain and worry all try to stifle them, but there’s still a flicker through the bond.
Yes. His mouth opens to echo the word, though Nate’s voice catches in his throat and he has to hide away again, unable to face this. I’ll... I’ll come back to tell you, whatever I decide. If nothing else, he owes Sunjata that much. Though honestly, Nate can’t imagine a scenario where he doesn’t want to come back. He already doesn’t want to leave. If not for the moon soaked stains of Safrin, he wouldn’t.
But this is where the pieces had been cast, and he needs to figure out his game plan. He needs to keep himself safe. So he can protect his family.
Guilt prickles uncomfortably at his throat, in the back of his eyes, driving Nate to his feet and startling Pemota. It’s not... not right now. And, stepping as close to Sunjata as he dares, the ascended shakes the shirt hes been clinging to like a security blanket. It’s still sopping, but it’s mostly straight now. Draping it over the attuned’s sodden curls, Nate follows behind it with his lips, pressing a muted kiss to his husbands head. There’s still an ache, but it’s distant.
It’s worth it.
Yes. His mouth opens to echo the word, though Nate’s voice catches in his throat and he has to hide away again, unable to face this. I’ll... I’ll come back to tell you, whatever I decide. If nothing else, he owes Sunjata that much. Though honestly, Nate can’t imagine a scenario where he doesn’t want to come back. He already doesn’t want to leave. If not for the moon soaked stains of Safrin, he wouldn’t.
But this is where the pieces had been cast, and he needs to figure out his game plan. He needs to keep himself safe. So he can protect his family.
Guilt prickles uncomfortably at his throat, in the back of his eyes, driving Nate to his feet and startling Pemota. It’s not... not right now. And, stepping as close to Sunjata as he dares, the ascended shakes the shirt hes been clinging to like a security blanket. It’s still sopping, but it’s mostly straight now. Draping it over the attuned’s sodden curls, Nate follows behind it with his lips, pressing a muted kiss to his husbands head. There’s still an ache, but it’s distant.
It’s worth it.
& you're trembling and he reaches over
and touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist
NATE
