tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. tell me we'll never get used to it
As a creature without the need for sleep, there is only so much time Nate could spend in beds. His tolerance was strong, the deal sweetened by the promise of another body there with him, but there were still times it felt wrong, times that he was seized with the urge to move, to let his days run into each other. It wasn't like any of them ever felt any different, a quiet dissatisfaction growing in his chest, spurred by the things he was missing.
It was later (earlier?) than when he usually slipped away, a haze in the sky that hinted at dawn without any of the light or warmth, the tide moving out, sands wet enough that he could follow them along with his eyes closed, feet nearly silent as he slowly padded along the waters edge. Despite everything that should have grabbed his attention, warned him there was someone else nearby, it was the splash that got Nate to open his eyes, out in the direction of the waves before sweeping them over the beach, to the increasingly familiar fiery headed girl.
"Melita?" He called softly, his steps carrying him just within arms reach and his hand coming out towards her, like he meant to hug her but got caught by the expression on her face. "Are you... okay? Why aren't you..." There were too many endings to the question to decide on one, so Nate just gestured, a little helplessly, with his outstretched hand.
It was later (earlier?) than when he usually slipped away, a haze in the sky that hinted at dawn without any of the light or warmth, the tide moving out, sands wet enough that he could follow them along with his eyes closed, feet nearly silent as he slowly padded along the waters edge. Despite everything that should have grabbed his attention, warned him there was someone else nearby, it was the splash that got Nate to open his eyes, out in the direction of the waves before sweeping them over the beach, to the increasingly familiar fiery headed girl.
"Melita?" He called softly, his steps carrying him just within arms reach and his hand coming out towards her, like he meant to hug her but got caught by the expression on her face. "Are you... okay? Why aren't you..." There were too many endings to the question to decide on one, so Nate just gestured, a little helplessly, with his outstretched hand.
NATE
