NATE
Who could ask to be unbroken
or be brave again?
or be brave again?
Or honey hope even on this side
of the grave again?
of the grave again?
It was hard to not be amazed in the face of a goddess, especially one so bright and warm as the Voice. Nates eyes take in the interaction between the goddess and his lover, a crooked smile on his face, one that only grew with Sams words. He was nothing if not excited about all of this, about being a part of this bond.
As the Voice moved back to him, Nate fixed his most winning smile on his face and looked back at her, squinting a little in the face of her brightness. ”I’m Nate. Nathaniel.”
As the Voice moved back to him, Nate fixed his most winning smile on his face and looked back at her, squinting a little in the face of her brightness. ”I’m Nate. Nathaniel.”
And who could ask it to be sound
or to feel saved again?
or to feel saved again?
But stick around until you hear
that music play again
that music play again
