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Mar 15, 2015 15:32:38 GMT
Post by NATHAN SAUNDERS on Mar 15, 2015 15:32:38 GMT
"oh." he answers, clearly unimpressed and bored. he knows his competence isn't something born out of positive circumstances. for nathan, it was always adapt or die. "well that's disappointing." he yawns, and groans afterwards, taking a long drag from his cig. most days he's no different to an old man rocking in a retirement home.
nevertheless, it doesn't mean his eyes aren't trained on luca. the latter's cig sisles out, and the smog hasn't quite passed yet. nathan follows suit, but instead of dunking it in the cold coffee he balances it on the edge of the mug instead. flakes of ashes continue to fall.
he looks as if he's about to fall asleep again when he suddenly takes luca's hand. and memories of last night involuntarily waltzes through his mind. but it is the morning after. nathan's hold is weak at best, but his fingers move as if he's petting a cat. everything about luca is smooth, and its in his hand.
"you should make me a song i can sleep to." he murmurs, and leaves a second empty. he then snorts, and his cigarette falls from the mug and into the cup. nathan licks his lips and he smiles slightly.
@luca
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Mar 16, 2015 19:39:56 GMT
Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2015 19:39:56 GMT
luca's disappointed nathan, but he shrugs. nathan isn't exactly an enigma; he's just good at hiding things. this much luca knows by now, but it's still kind of a letdown when he can't stimulate him. luca nibbles his lip and smiles just slightly. he interlocks his fingers with nathan's and shrugs again. "i can try. i usually make stuff that you can screw to." he shoots a grin nathan's way. NATHAN SAUNDERS |
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Mar 16, 2015 19:57:03 GMT
Post by NATHAN SAUNDERS on Mar 16, 2015 19:57:03 GMT
he dips his head and fakes snoring. then his head pops back up as sudden as a jack in the box.
"i'm tired." he complains, and here he looks and sounds like a whiny ten year old. "how are you going to solve that?" he cocks his head and smiles coyly. although he doesn't act as if luca's comments completely bypass him, because he slowly licks his lips.
@luca slower n slower
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Mar 16, 2015 20:37:39 GMT
Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2015 20:37:39 GMT
"i dunno," luca leans forward just a bit, suddenly very caught up in nathan; his hand reaches up to touch his lips, carefully, gingerly. his grin fades to a smile and half-lidded eyes. then he leans back, completely drawing away from nathan. "how is it my problem, though?"NATHAN SAUNDERS |
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Mar 16, 2015 21:14:44 GMT
Post by NATHAN SAUNDERS on Mar 16, 2015 21:14:44 GMT
"everything is your problem." he says wistfully, wagging a finger at an imaginary orchestra of tiny violins. he doesn't know if it's playing something somber or plain painful, but the truth in the matter is that he's yawning quite evidently and tears form at the corners of his eyes.
with is hands still in his, he pulls him closer and leans in so their lips are almost touching.
"i make it your problem."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2015 17:11:40 GMT
luca almost grins, almost. he raises an eyebrow. and the way nathan says it, it's like he undoubtedly knows his relevance. now, last night, tomorrow. "shut up." and his grin blooms, but he reaches forward to kiss him, chaste and teasing. just as quickly a he's there, he pulls away. "do you need to do anything today?"NATHAN SAUNDERS |
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Mar 20, 2015 17:24:08 GMT
Post by NATHAN SAUNDERS on Mar 20, 2015 17:24:08 GMT
their fingers link, unlink. the air between them is still, and for nathan, it's unbearably quiet.
luca's place is too big.
the latter's lips barely touches his own, and nathan finds himself quickly frustrated, knots at his stomach. he bites the inside of his lip and forces a slight smile.
"yeah..." he leans in, caressing luca's hair. "as a matter of fact, i do." much like luca's efforts moments earlier, nathan reaches for him with a desperate longing somewhat alien out of his usual sober demeanor. he latches onto him, arms entwining, clawing.
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