you're trying not to tell him you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling
Leaning over the island without reaching out, Nate takes a sip of his coffee without waiting and hums. ”You can ask whatever you want, sonskyn.” His accent wraps smoothly around his words, save for the korofi endearment, the hard sounds of it squeezing into something even sharper under the nasally drawl. Taking another sip of coffee, and letting the continuation of I just might not answer go silently, Nate hums, tries to think about how to describe it.
”It... it was like ascending again. It hurt, for a second, and then,” His hand opens in a sudden burst, like a firework, like a flower. Like something better. The motion is enough that he sloshes coffee over the counter, a long suffering sigh leaving him as he turns once again, in search of a cloth this time.
Sopping up his mess, Nate starts again, quieter this time. ”It... wasn’t exactly my plan. I just... I asked the Voice to fix whatever Safrin had done, and she said she could make me better. She said she could make me whole again.” He drags out the last words, the implication of the starry herald making him somehow less than more than clear. Holding the stained cloth tightly, Nate looks up, staring at a point over Sunjata’s shoulder before finding his steel gaze. ”It seemed... good. Like I would be enough to... to keep us all safe.” Doesn’t that sound stupid now?
”It... it was like ascending again. It hurt, for a second, and then,” His hand opens in a sudden burst, like a firework, like a flower. Like something better. The motion is enough that he sloshes coffee over the counter, a long suffering sigh leaving him as he turns once again, in search of a cloth this time.
Sopping up his mess, Nate starts again, quieter this time. ”It... wasn’t exactly my plan. I just... I asked the Voice to fix whatever Safrin had done, and she said she could make me better. She said she could make me whole again.” He drags out the last words, the implication of the starry herald making him somehow less than more than clear. Holding the stained cloth tightly, Nate looks up, staring at a point over Sunjata’s shoulder before finding his steel gaze. ”It seemed... good. Like I would be enough to... to keep us all safe.” Doesn’t that sound stupid now?
& you're trembling and he reaches over
and touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist
NATE
