'cause the bad's been slowly getting worse
and this fast lane living, it's a curse
Maybe it’s grief, the thoughts tracing round and round in his head like a dog that’s lost it’s owner, but he doesn’t notice Wessex approach. No matter how it surprises him, Nate doesn’t jump at her voice either, simply lifts a hand in a weak attempt to cover the gash across his face. ”He deserves better than just us.” He answers, after a long moment, voice shaking.
Nate shakes his head, and takes a sip from the flask, before holding it out towards the Demi-god. ”I should have pushed him to stay in Torchline.” The hand covering his face wipes at the tears brimming in his good eye, trying to make the action casual, to hide it away from Wessex.
Nate shakes his head, and takes a sip from the flask, before holding it out towards the Demi-god. ”I should have pushed him to stay in Torchline.” The hand covering his face wipes at the tears brimming in his good eye, trying to make the action casual, to hide it away from Wessex.
better tell me what's your life worth
i think it's time for a change, 'cause the drugs don't work
