Re: badinage | 7-31-2020 | 9am
Purple haze. Ionic Air. Honest tears. Nathaniel’s hands were still attached to Eva and his butt had scooted to the edge of his chair as she bared her soul to her soul bearer. Nathaniel didn't have a road map either, but he had a destination. Every atom that held together to form his material body knew with certainty that this person was his destiny. It was this knowledge that allowed Nathaniel to accept Eva for exactly what she was and who she wanted to be. “I’m never leaving,” Nathaniel reassured her. When she shrugged off the end of her sentence, Nathaniel would have given blood to hear her finish it, but he didn’t dare force the issue right now. Not when Eva had made herself so vulnerable in front of the waffles. Something he knew did not come naturally to either of them. “You have me,” Nathaniel started his sentence, not entirely sure where it was going to end. “A partner, a spouse.” He said the word because it had rung the truest in his mind’s dictionary. “Not married by any traditional sense, of course,” he started to explain before she felt the need to worry. “We just met after all,” Nathaniel smirked and hoped his slight attempt at humor would help her win some of her composure back. No one was quite as nimble as a jovial Eva. “But we are joined somewhere deep and meaningful - you never need to wonder if I’m going to be there for you,” he told her with more of that intense conviction in his eyes.
“Come here,” Nathaniel said as he stood from the chair he now hated. His chair, and hers for that matter, had been preventing him from getting even closer to Eva. After he was standing he coaxed Eva up out of her chair and pulled her into a full-body hug. “I don’t know, but I can imagine how difficult that was for you,” Nathaniel said with his arms wrapped tightly around Eva and his body willing and able to support her if she didn’t want to be bothered with standing. “I love you. I trust you. I’m not going anywhere,” he repeated back to her because he felt like she might’ve needed to hear those words again. “If Eric is this important to you, then he’s important to us and I know my purpose is to true to us,” Nathaniel added, then leaned his head back in hopes of getting a still tear-stained kiss. They were the sweetest. “True to the person I love, the person who had accepted me and accepted my child like her own. True to the family that has made this person who she is today,” he shared after their kiss, while his lips were still against her cheek. “I want nothing more than to spirit you away and become desperately lost in your aura again,” he said with a smile much too large for the moment. “But I think I heard a cyborg in your kitchen,” he told her, then offered his sweater once more, believing her static energy had dried off the fabric.