- NATE -
We'll get married or buried
We'll have a baby or kill someone
We'll have a baby or kill someone
It’s only chance that he sees it, the trembling shape dragging itself towards the lighthouse, the shrine. Only chance that he’d been standing by the window, peeking out the window, watching for disturbances. Chance is not what sends Nate stalking out his door though, hardly stumbling at all as he follows the shape, pausing only for a moment at the threshold. There’s a great evil at the top of the tower, a force that wants him destroyed, that wants him wreathed in a conflagration.
A barely there voice convinces him to take that first step, echoing down from below like birdsong. Nate doesn’t know if it’s Safrin herself, or if it’s whatever he had seen creeping, but his mind will not quiet, will not stop racing until he discovers the source. The stairs begin to slip away, faster and faster, his head growing lighter and lighter as he ascends.
Nate stumbles as he finally reaches the top, expecting more stairs still and falling to his knees instead. But he sees the source of the noise: a woman, and a tray of starlight before her. It’s a mercy he’s already on his knees, because his first reaction is to kneel in the face of the divine. ”I’m sorry to intrude.” He breathes, before rising again, single eye moving over the girlish face. Safrin is... not what he expected.
A barely there voice convinces him to take that first step, echoing down from below like birdsong. Nate doesn’t know if it’s Safrin herself, or if it’s whatever he had seen creeping, but his mind will not quiet, will not stop racing until he discovers the source. The stairs begin to slip away, faster and faster, his head growing lighter and lighter as he ascends.
Nate stumbles as he finally reaches the top, expecting more stairs still and falling to his knees instead. But he sees the source of the noise: a woman, and a tray of starlight before her. It’s a mercy he’s already on his knees, because his first reaction is to kneel in the face of the divine. ”I’m sorry to intrude.” He breathes, before rising again, single eye moving over the girlish face. Safrin is... not what he expected.
Well, I can't decide what to try
Commitment or a gun
Commitment or a gun
