maybe you don't understand what i'm going through
”Something like that.” Nate concedes, his grin wrapping around the smoke between his lips. If this is a dream, a trick of some kind, it’s one he wants to linger in for a moment longer, revelling in sensations thought lost. ”I mean I married her uncle, and that’s who’s body I’m in now.” Really, the fact that he was in Sunjata’s body made this all seem intentional, in some strange way. A theory that might hold more water if there wasn’t a stranger in Mel.
The statue is interesting, to say the least, but more interesting is the block in front of it. ”Nate. It’s a pleasure, Luciana.” While he talks, Nate wanders towards the rack of knives, grabbing a small but sharp one, then steps back over to the statue, glancing at the block before it before lifting the blade to his palm and slicing a line across it.
A sharp hiss leaves him, the pain somehow more maddening for all the time he’s spent without it. Scales begin to spread down along his shoulders, a set of horns spiralling from his head as his body tried to defend itself, tries to reconcile the relatively minor injury with the way his mind recoils from it. Nate takes a moment to wince, to swallow back the curses that want to fall from his lips, then smears his bloodied hand over the statues face, trying to focus on its eyes.
The statue is interesting, to say the least, but more interesting is the block in front of it. ”Nate. It’s a pleasure, Luciana.” While he talks, Nate wanders towards the rack of knives, grabbing a small but sharp one, then steps back over to the statue, glancing at the block before it before lifting the blade to his palm and slicing a line across it.
A sharp hiss leaves him, the pain somehow more maddening for all the time he’s spent without it. Scales begin to spread down along his shoulders, a set of horns spiralling from his head as his body tried to defend itself, tries to reconcile the relatively minor injury with the way his mind recoils from it. Nate takes a moment to wince, to swallow back the curses that want to fall from his lips, then smears his bloodied hand over the statues face, trying to focus on its eyes.
it's only me, what you got to lose?
Nate?
