- NATE -
do you feel at home? your flames are burning higher
your circumstance is dire, don't panic. you're frantic
your circumstance is dire, don't panic. you're frantic
Nate was getting sick of unannounced visitors. Up until recently, no one had come to their door, and now it seemed to be interruption after interruption. And they were rarely fortuitous. He rises from his place in bed, a short whistle leaving him to rouse Haai, the griffin following him down the stairs, nearly pushing him out of the way when he pulls open the door, revealing-
Samuel.
What a cruel joke. All at once, all the pain that he's been so easily ignoring comes rushing back, the man responsible now standing in front of him, for whatever reason. Nate has to blink, just to make sure he's not seeing things, that he hasn't cracked in all his time spent struggling. But no, there the bastard stands, and Nate has no idea how to really react.
After a long moment of staring, Nate sucks in a deep breath through his nose, grounding himself, just to keep from shouting, though it's only so effective, the strain obvious in his voice. "What the fuck do you want?"
Samuel.
What a cruel joke. All at once, all the pain that he's been so easily ignoring comes rushing back, the man responsible now standing in front of him, for whatever reason. Nate has to blink, just to make sure he's not seeing things, that he hasn't cracked in all his time spent struggling. But no, there the bastard stands, and Nate has no idea how to really react.
After a long moment of staring, Nate sucks in a deep breath through his nose, grounding himself, just to keep from shouting, though it's only so effective, the strain obvious in his voice. "What the fuck do you want?"
this is your hell, dancing for something that was
true to you, how do you do? say it's me.
true to you, how do you do? say it's me.
