I want to bring my fear, loathing, and delusions to a pourI want to tip panic and reason into my god-fearing mouth
”She hasn’t... actually asked anything of me.” Even as he says it, Nate seems surprised to find it isn’t a lie, at least not as far as he can remember. Sure, she’d asked for bits and pieces, but only to fulfill his own requests. She’d given him Pemota, given him upgrades, technology. ”Everything I’ve ever done for her, I asked to do for her. And even then it’s,” shrugging, Nate wracks his mind one last time, ”it’s been simple. Make new portals. Build a new shrine.”
Not that his brush alone could paint the whole Voice experience. He’d hated it in the beginning, knew there were others who still resented it, even if it was only in the backs of their minds. And of course, the elephant in the room, the weight hanging over all of them. ”There is... something brewing. War.” As stupid as it feels to suggest. ”Or something like it. The Old Gods don’t seem to uh... take kindly to what the Voice represents.”
Cameron’s joking reply brushed agaisnt something painfully real, something that Nate flinches away from so he doesn’t have to think about it, beyond another chuckle. Maybe that’s why he’s so eager to change the subject again. To move right along without thinking too hard about the attention he seeks.
”I usually come to the Grounds a few times per season. Or, if you’re feeling eager, you can come find me in Torchline.” Had he introduced himself? With how dark his mood had been, he can’t remember, not really. Better late than never, and better twice than not at all. ”Just ask around for Nate Wrenzaok. I’m not hard to find.” His introduction made, Nate bustles off to rustle through Isla’s cabinets, gathering a few handfuls of this and that, everything neatly labelled and explained as best as he can scribble down.
When he returns, everything is pressed into Cameron’s arms, ready or not. ”Theres about a months worth of supplies. Start taking a half dose every other day for a week or so, then every day.” A quiet focus overtakes his eyes as he tries to remember anything else important, before shaking his head gently. ”I should see you before you run out of anything.”
Not that his brush alone could paint the whole Voice experience. He’d hated it in the beginning, knew there were others who still resented it, even if it was only in the backs of their minds. And of course, the elephant in the room, the weight hanging over all of them. ”There is... something brewing. War.” As stupid as it feels to suggest. ”Or something like it. The Old Gods don’t seem to uh... take kindly to what the Voice represents.”
Cameron’s joking reply brushed agaisnt something painfully real, something that Nate flinches away from so he doesn’t have to think about it, beyond another chuckle. Maybe that’s why he’s so eager to change the subject again. To move right along without thinking too hard about the attention he seeks.
”I usually come to the Grounds a few times per season. Or, if you’re feeling eager, you can come find me in Torchline.” Had he introduced himself? With how dark his mood had been, he can’t remember, not really. Better late than never, and better twice than not at all. ”Just ask around for Nate Wrenzaok. I’m not hard to find.” His introduction made, Nate bustles off to rustle through Isla’s cabinets, gathering a few handfuls of this and that, everything neatly labelled and explained as best as he can scribble down.
When he returns, everything is pressed into Cameron’s arms, ready or not. ”Theres about a months worth of supplies. Start taking a half dose every other day for a week or so, then every day.” A quiet focus overtakes his eyes as he tries to remember anything else important, before shaking his head gently. ”I should see you before you run out of anything.”
NATE
