NATE
Yeah, I know wrong, I know right
But I just love to pick a fight
Nate’s not sure what changes, what stroke of fate clamours over them, but all at once the girl turned shark is now an amalgamation of both, a sleek shape that comes closer. Nate moves further out along the rocks as well, doing what he can to meet her midway, despite the way the waves, their spray, have him trembling, chill and fear both quaking through him.
But it doesn’t matter, not now that Delta is close enough for Nate to reach out, grab her hand, then her wrist with his other hand. His hands are steady, keeping her still long enough for him to lean in and bite the wrist he holds. There’s no fanfare, no soothing words or explanation, instinct taking precedence over care at the moment.
If he hadn’t already nearly drained Sunjata dry, there would be no stopping him, but there is a stern voice of warning in the back of his head, pulling him after a beat, two. Perhaps he drank a touch too long, but no harm should come to the mer, save for perhaps a slight dizziness.
Another wave crests over the rocks, threatening to drench him. Automatically, Nate shrinks away from it, a hand coming out to defend himself, magic he doesn’t know he’s taken answering the call, and stopping the worst of the wave from drenching him. Once it’s passed, and he can think about what he’s tasted, the point of this exercise, he cocks his head. ”You’re not sick.” He all but accuses, eye narrowed at the girl.
But it doesn’t matter, not now that Delta is close enough for Nate to reach out, grab her hand, then her wrist with his other hand. His hands are steady, keeping her still long enough for him to lean in and bite the wrist he holds. There’s no fanfare, no soothing words or explanation, instinct taking precedence over care at the moment.
If he hadn’t already nearly drained Sunjata dry, there would be no stopping him, but there is a stern voice of warning in the back of his head, pulling him after a beat, two. Perhaps he drank a touch too long, but no harm should come to the mer, save for perhaps a slight dizziness.
Another wave crests over the rocks, threatening to drench him. Automatically, Nate shrinks away from it, a hand coming out to defend himself, magic he doesn’t know he’s taken answering the call, and stopping the worst of the wave from drenching him. Once it’s passed, and he can think about what he’s tasted, the point of this exercise, he cocks his head. ”You’re not sick.” He all but accuses, eye narrowed at the girl.
I can sleep with one eye open
If there's any sleep at night
