I want to bring my fear, loathing, and delusions to a pourI want to tip panic and reason into my god-fearing mouth
Maybe he wasn’t in pain, but there was still a range of things Nate could feel, a storm raging inside of him to match the monsoon howling outside. ”Obviously.” Came the clipped response, a single narrowed eye darting to Amun. ”Unless you have a way to fix it though, it’s fine.” Nate’s tone was at odds with the look on his face, even, steady, somehow calm, in the face of everything.
Though frustration came to a head as the storm whipped into the cave, sending him sprawling. A small mercy that he is naturally breathless, else the impact would have been more serious, but he’s still knocked off his feet, still utterly soaked. A low growl tumbled out of him as he pushed himself back to his feet, hands searching for the pick axe that had been swept out of his grasp. ”Well unless either of you have another idea, this is what we have.” Patience that had only barely been present in the beginning was fraying, threatening to snap, as they faced challenge after challenge.
Though frustration came to a head as the storm whipped into the cave, sending him sprawling. A small mercy that he is naturally breathless, else the impact would have been more serious, but he’s still knocked off his feet, still utterly soaked. A low growl tumbled out of him as he pushed himself back to his feet, hands searching for the pick axe that had been swept out of his grasp. ”Well unless either of you have another idea, this is what we have.” Patience that had only barely been present in the beginning was fraying, threatening to snap, as they faced challenge after challenge.
NATE
