Nate
There's a shadow just behind me
Shrouding every step I take
Making every promise empty
Pointing every finger at me
Shrouding every step I take
Making every promise empty
Pointing every finger at me
Well, his hopes were thoroughly dashed. The idea of a quiet week of darkness was still bad, but it had at least been better than the idea of a week of darkness filled with horrible monsters. One was at least... reasonable. The kind of thing he knew, that happened somewhere where he’d come from. Nate sighed, focusing on the future instead of whatever strange awkwardness was happening between Sam and Remi.
He perked up again at the fresh awkwardness blooming on Remus cheek, his brow raised as he looked from Remi to Sam. ”What’s a spark bird?” The who didn’t really matter, Remi had said enough: he was the man who made spark birds. He realized the reason for the alchemists discomfort though, and shifted, weighing his words on his tongue before piping up again.
”I think safe would be better. Regardless of how.” Nate refused to meet either mans eyes, his hand coming up to run at the back of his neck. Being open, vulnerable was new to him.
He perked up again at the fresh awkwardness blooming on Remus cheek, his brow raised as he looked from Remi to Sam. ”What’s a spark bird?” The who didn’t really matter, Remi had said enough: he was the man who made spark birds. He realized the reason for the alchemists discomfort though, and shifted, weighing his words on his tongue before piping up again.
”I think safe would be better. Regardless of how.” Nate refused to meet either mans eyes, his hand coming up to run at the back of his neck. Being open, vulnerable was new to him.
