- 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
Laughter sounds nice, something pleasant to follow, to be led along by. This feels like a nice story, despite the cynicism in Nate's mind, the exhausted and overworked sense of worry, of paranoia. But he wants, so badly, to be able to believe in it, to sink into a type of paradise. Maybe... maybe he can slip into the folds of Melita's voice, can trust her to lead him along a gentle path, when everything feels so dangerous. He nods briefly, accepting the answer, and turns forwards again, eyes finding the bobbing light of the lantern, the starwhal, and before them the mountain rising up and up. The cave can't be much farther now, can it?
So many things that had once been familiar are alien now, and Nate keeps forgetting, others don't know the things he does. Haven't grown up with them. Even others from Earth have been removed, their experiences vastly different. "I'll tell you." He promises. "It's not very long. Or... nice, really." A low huff of laughter leaves him before Mel is the centre of his focus again.
The mention of fae brings some sense of worry, another spark of panic that he can't remember the reason for, that Nate swallows down. "What do the Fae want?" Despite himself, his trepidations, he can't help the curiosity, can't help but want to know the next step, on the gentle story he's being led along.
So many things that had once been familiar are alien now, and Nate keeps forgetting, others don't know the things he does. Haven't grown up with them. Even others from Earth have been removed, their experiences vastly different. "I'll tell you." He promises. "It's not very long. Or... nice, really." A low huff of laughter leaves him before Mel is the centre of his focus again.
The mention of fae brings some sense of worry, another spark of panic that he can't remember the reason for, that Nate swallows down. "What do the Fae want?" Despite himself, his trepidations, he can't help the curiosity, can't help but want to know the next step, on the gentle story he's being led along.
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.
