NATE
I feel a bubble in my organs and veins
In trouble, but ignoring the pain
In trouble, but ignoring the pain
The Voice has given them a direction, has shifted the veil of unknowing just enough to guide them, compass like, back to Snowcloak, back to the Citadel. Nate does not stray far away from his husband, though something relentless in him tugs forwards, drags the attuned along, finally coming to a head as they enter the infirmary, strangely familiar walls all but glowing with a path in Nate’s mind.
Tugging, and then breaking away, Nate rushes with a speed only an ascended could manage, though he hardly notices his own speed, at least until he passes the door he needs, and has to turn, stumbling just a little in his haste.
Nate slams open the door to an examination room, and leans against the frame as he looks around, one eye flicking back and forth as he fails, once, twice, to see what he needs. But finally, a blue gaze alights on his fellow healer, and a wide grin splits his face. ”Loren!” He calls, bright and cheery. ”We’ve been looking for you!” He swaggers into the room, utterly alone for the moment, despite the we.
Tugging, and then breaking away, Nate rushes with a speed only an ascended could manage, though he hardly notices his own speed, at least until he passes the door he needs, and has to turn, stumbling just a little in his haste.
Nate slams open the door to an examination room, and leans against the frame as he looks around, one eye flicking back and forth as he fails, once, twice, to see what he needs. But finally, a blue gaze alights on his fellow healer, and a wide grin splits his face. ”Loren!” He calls, bright and cheery. ”We’ve been looking for you!” He swaggers into the room, utterly alone for the moment, despite the we.
doubling my score in the game
Fuck you and your whores into fame
Fuck you and your whores into fame
