NATE
Yeah, I know wrong, I know right
But I just love to pick a fight
Nate is difficult to pin down in the best of circumstances, and right now isss not the best circumstances. Sleepless and restless is a terrible combination, and when you add delirious to the mix, well... it’s no surprise that this isn’t the first time he’s wandered. This time at least, Pemota guides him, her spiralling horn rapping into him whenever he tries to go too far off the path. He will not go missing again.
It’s late, the moon big and round in the sky, an eye that Nate glances at distrustfully every now and then, as he makes his way to the beach. The sea stretches out before him, an edge less canvas for the stars above, though it seems as if they have something in common, a wanderlust. Stars sit the sands, here and there, escaped from the night sky and its shifting reflection.
Well now, there’s a way to curry favour, to make an offering to Safrin, and try and get the heat to stick around a little longer. ”I’ll return your stars Safrin.” Nate promises the moon, bending to grab a starfish and throwing it back in the ocean. There’s a dozen or so on the beach, and he hurries to grab them, keeping a wide berth from the water while he does, though there’s so many hiding just within it’s damp and hateful touch. He can worry about those last.
It’s late, the moon big and round in the sky, an eye that Nate glances at distrustfully every now and then, as he makes his way to the beach. The sea stretches out before him, an edge less canvas for the stars above, though it seems as if they have something in common, a wanderlust. Stars sit the sands, here and there, escaped from the night sky and its shifting reflection.
Well now, there’s a way to curry favour, to make an offering to Safrin, and try and get the heat to stick around a little longer. ”I’ll return your stars Safrin.” Nate promises the moon, bending to grab a starfish and throwing it back in the ocean. There’s a dozen or so on the beach, and he hurries to grab them, keeping a wide berth from the water while he does, though there’s so many hiding just within it’s damp and hateful touch. He can worry about those last.
I can sleep with one eye open
If there's any sleep at night
