NATE
Life is hard that's why no one survives
I'm much older than I thought I'd be
I'm much older than I thought I'd be
”Crow is Kraai.” Nate offers helpfully, the literal answer rising to his tongue before he can even think. His jaw drops like he’s somehow surprised by the words that have just left him, and then he shakes his head, laughing while he does. ”But... I’m looking for the bar. My husband owns it.” A hitch, a hiccup almost, gives Nate pause. It’s the first time he’s called Sunjata his husband, and saying it fills him with all kinds of warm fuzzies, his grin practically goopy.
But... how long had it been since he’d seen Sunjata? Where was he, without his lover?
No sooner does the answer about the dragon come than his hand lifts, not quite reaching for the gilded dragon, but not quite not doing that either. Teeth alone aren’t a deterrent, but the warning from the equally gilded woman is, Nate’s face dropping. ”Dragons would bite hard.” Nate murmurs dejectedly, his hastily lifted hand faltering, though not dropping completely. ”Where did you find him?” He’d heard stories of dragons, both in Caido and not, and wondered if maybe, he could find one. A little one. No bigger than Pemota.
But... how long had it been since he’d seen Sunjata? Where was he, without his lover?
No sooner does the answer about the dragon come than his hand lifts, not quite reaching for the gilded dragon, but not quite not doing that either. Teeth alone aren’t a deterrent, but the warning from the equally gilded woman is, Nate’s face dropping. ”Dragons would bite hard.” Nate murmurs dejectedly, his hastily lifted hand faltering, though not dropping completely. ”Where did you find him?” He’d heard stories of dragons, both in Caido and not, and wondered if maybe, he could find one. A little one. No bigger than Pemota.
Feel like a fool, yeah, like a dancing fool, yeah
Footloose and fancy free
Footloose and fancy free
