NATE
Neron and Amun are already there, but Bastien and Wessex both are good to see, Nate stepping forward to greet the artist and the demi-god before returning to his pacing, waiting for something. Waiting for the fruits of his labour.
Whatever burden drives his mind, his steps forward lifts with the first crackle of the Voice’s voice, Nate slowing, turning to watch the shrine come alive with power. It’s even better than he had imagined, bright and warm, like the goddess herself.
Nate let’s the Voice’s presence soothe him, drawing in closer to her when she gestures, a wide smile on his face. ”I’m glad you like it. The place and the shrine.” He falls quiet again though, content to listen, to celebrate, as she asks for it.
Whatever burden drives his mind, his steps forward lifts with the first crackle of the Voice’s voice, Nate slowing, turning to watch the shrine come alive with power. It’s even better than he had imagined, bright and warm, like the goddess herself.
Nate let’s the Voice’s presence soothe him, drawing in closer to her when she gestures, a wide smile on his face. ”I’m glad you like it. The place and the shrine.” He falls quiet again though, content to listen, to celebrate, as she asks for it.
All dressed up like a switchblade knife
Let’s hang in love from the gallows
Let’s hang in love from the gallows
