- 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
The wind, but not quite, calls his name again, both of Nate’d hands rising from his snowy hideaway, trying to grasp at it, trying to shush it. He just needs a moment more, just needs a bit of rest. Not sleeping, no, no matter how greedy hands and heavy eyelids might grasp for it, but simple rest. It’s peaceful here. Wrapped up in snow like a comforter, the cold deadening his already weak sensations even further, leaving him drifting, floating in a sea of snow. It’s comfortable, he thinks. Safe too, he thinks.
There’s a crunch, a sound that cannot be the wind, no matter how it hisses at him to ressst... keep your eyesss closssed. His eyes snap open, both of them, one wide and blue and the other a knot of scar and burns, both equally unseeing, until he’s touched, tugged back into his body so abruptly he jerks, legs kicking snow up and his arms reaching for whoever’s roused him, whatever is touching him.
Red hair, and a thick coat. Nate blinks, his brows pulled together. ”You... again?” He murmurs, tongue thick with cold and confusion both, before his vision settles, and the face wreathed in flaming hair grows clear. ”Mel?” All at once, Nate surges up, his body groaning at the sudden frantic movement, and wraps both his arms around her. ”I missed you... but... how are you here?” She had been in a boat and then... had he seen her after? Had she said she’d be coming? Is that why he was here?
There’s a crunch, a sound that cannot be the wind, no matter how it hisses at him to ressst... keep your eyesss closssed. His eyes snap open, both of them, one wide and blue and the other a knot of scar and burns, both equally unseeing, until he’s touched, tugged back into his body so abruptly he jerks, legs kicking snow up and his arms reaching for whoever’s roused him, whatever is touching him.
Red hair, and a thick coat. Nate blinks, his brows pulled together. ”You... again?” He murmurs, tongue thick with cold and confusion both, before his vision settles, and the face wreathed in flaming hair grows clear. ”Mel?” All at once, Nate surges up, his body groaning at the sudden frantic movement, and wraps both his arms around her. ”I missed you... but... how are you here?” She had been in a boat and then... had he seen her after? Had she said she’d be coming? Is that why he was here?
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.
