NATE
"Left." Nate repeats dutifully, tipping them that way like the captain of a great ship. "My nonna used to say left was... left is the sinister path." There's some reasoning for it, buried deep in his head, but he can't summon it at the moment, just leaves the statement there. Regardless of what his intentions may have been, as soon the words are in the air they shape it, shake the bubble of safety they've built around themselves.
The inside of the house is painted, deep reds pouring in from the windows, casting long shadows that Nate does everything he can to avoid stepping in. Dark is falling faster than they are moving, and the shadows grow, the whispers grow. Without thinking, Nate's hands drift up Sunjata's face, covering his eyes, sparing him the horror of the last stretch of their adventure.
It's only by following the light of the sun that they make it to the kitchen, Nate bumping into the counter hard, not realizing quite how close he'd gotten when he was feeding into the urge to keep his eyes locked on the light. "Here. We... we made it." The words carry a breath of relief with them, Nate turning to wrap his arms around Sunjata, holding him close and tight. As if they'd walked miles, through burning lava and freezing cold, and not merely down their stairs.
The inside of the house is painted, deep reds pouring in from the windows, casting long shadows that Nate does everything he can to avoid stepping in. Dark is falling faster than they are moving, and the shadows grow, the whispers grow. Without thinking, Nate's hands drift up Sunjata's face, covering his eyes, sparing him the horror of the last stretch of their adventure.
It's only by following the light of the sun that they make it to the kitchen, Nate bumping into the counter hard, not realizing quite how close he'd gotten when he was feeding into the urge to keep his eyes locked on the light. "Here. We... we made it." The words carry a breath of relief with them, Nate turning to wrap his arms around Sunjata, holding him close and tight. As if they'd walked miles, through burning lava and freezing cold, and not merely down their stairs.
The streets are only empty when I need someoneThere's nothing to see here, move along!
