- 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
”They... she told me... she told me it wouldn’t hurt, and... lied, she lied, and now...” A ragged noise heaves out of him, his hand trembling in hers, his other one finally pulling away to curl in against his chest, the smallest measure of protection he can manage. ”It hurt, and it... it was all I felt, the last thing, and I... can’t remember anything else, just hurt, just hurt.” Desperation is obvious on his face, in his wide eye when Melita looks back, desperation and panic. ”I don’t... I don’t want to do it again, please, I... I can’t..”
Quietly, almost unnoticeably, with the commotion Nate is making, Pemota begins to drift further and further away, increasing the distance between herself and her bonded, unease that’s quickly building into outright fear washing over her. It leeches into Nate’s mind, creates a feedback loop he doesn’t know how to break out of, that he has no way to even recognize, not right now.
Quietly, almost unnoticeably, with the commotion Nate is making, Pemota begins to drift further and further away, increasing the distance between herself and her bonded, unease that’s quickly building into outright fear washing over her. It leeches into Nate’s mind, creates a feedback loop he doesn’t know how to break out of, that he has no way to even recognize, not right now.
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.
