'cause karma's just a different word for bad luck &
There’s a gentle touch at his temples, a crackle of energy not entirely unlike what he’d felt when he’d gotten Pemota, though this is less of a connection and more of a widening of his mind. And it makes sense as the Voice whistles, a sleek black arrow coming to rest above his shoulder where Pemota usually does.
A delicate hand reaches up, a single finger tapping at the hovering arrow, before Nate whistles himself, testing out his control. It’s... admittedly not great, but he can practice, he can hone and refine it. He can work with this little instrument of menace. ”Thank you.” He says warmly, leaning in as if he means to hugs the Voice, before stopping, shifting to replenish himself instead, pulling back when he’s sated.
”Thank you. For everything.” He grabs the arrow properly and dips his head at the Goddess before he turns to leave, excited for the future, for what all of this means.
Fin
A delicate hand reaches up, a single finger tapping at the hovering arrow, before Nate whistles himself, testing out his control. It’s... admittedly not great, but he can practice, he can hone and refine it. He can work with this little instrument of menace. ”Thank you.” He says warmly, leaning in as if he means to hugs the Voice, before stopping, shifting to replenish himself instead, pulling back when he’s sated.
”Thank you. For everything.” He grabs the arrow properly and dips his head at the Goddess before he turns to leave, excited for the future, for what all of this means.
Fin
what if death is just another pair of handcuffs?
NATE
