- NATE -
don't you pray? don't you pray
to a cocaine jesus in a black four seater?
to a cocaine jesus in a black four seater?
The sudden fury of her retaliation manages to catches Nate off guard, the smile steeling itself as he was forced to retreat, trying to block the blows, though most of them found their mark. And as quickly as it had begun, the assault was over, Nate's hands still held aloft, jut in case it was a ruse, in case there would be another moment of violence.
A huff of a laugh left him at her words, not an immedaite refusal, but teetering on it. "I can teach you. The healing, at least." Melita was quick as a whip, he had utterly no doubts about her ability to pick up anything he showed her, so long as it held her interest. So long as he sold it on the right angle. "You'd only do as much as you'd want to. Helping to prepare things for the monsoons, or training others, uh... organizing support." His hand rose, utterly causal now, as if his snapping fingers would bring more suggestions to mind. "I'm still working out some of the details, but... just helping. Making Haulani better. Making everywhere we can better."
Gods, when had he become such an idealist? Once, not too long ago, Nate would have dismissed this whole idea as fantasy, but here, now, it seemed close enough to touch, real enough to draw others in. Not that his reasons for asking Mel specifically were entirely charitable. It was an excuse to spend that much more time with his niece, to entwine a little bit more of their time together, when it felt like they all had so little.
A huff of a laugh left him at her words, not an immedaite refusal, but teetering on it. "I can teach you. The healing, at least." Melita was quick as a whip, he had utterly no doubts about her ability to pick up anything he showed her, so long as it held her interest. So long as he sold it on the right angle. "You'd only do as much as you'd want to. Helping to prepare things for the monsoons, or training others, uh... organizing support." His hand rose, utterly causal now, as if his snapping fingers would bring more suggestions to mind. "I'm still working out some of the details, but... just helping. Making Haulani better. Making everywhere we can better."
Gods, when had he become such an idealist? Once, not too long ago, Nate would have dismissed this whole idea as fantasy, but here, now, it seemed close enough to touch, real enough to draw others in. Not that his reasons for asking Mel specifically were entirely charitable. It was an excuse to spend that much more time with his niece, to entwine a little bit more of their time together, when it felt like they all had so little.
got a man, don't need him, but you wait
call me when you want, or just call me when you need it
call me when you want, or just call me when you need it
