NATE
when you're good
no one remembers
no one remembers
Oh, but Bastien is not the only ascended to arrive.
Wherever Sunjata goes, Nate is not far, especially not for something like this. He arrives a touch later, his own fragile paper doll placed a safe distance away from the bonfire, closer to the edges of the pile. It looks shoddy, amongst the rest of them, but it is far too late to even try to fix that now.
With his doll placed, mismatched eyes lift to roam over the crowd. Those he knows are offered a nod, at the very best, and a twitch of the lips otherwise, while those he doesn’t merely receive a flat, suspicious stare. Nate settles in easily at Sunjata’s side, his hand settling in the small of Sunjata’s back and offering as warm a touch as he can muster.
Wherever Sunjata goes, Nate is not far, especially not for something like this. He arrives a touch later, his own fragile paper doll placed a safe distance away from the bonfire, closer to the edges of the pile. It looks shoddy, amongst the rest of them, but it is far too late to even try to fix that now.
With his doll placed, mismatched eyes lift to roam over the crowd. Those he knows are offered a nod, at the very best, and a twitch of the lips otherwise, while those he doesn’t merely receive a flat, suspicious stare. Nate settles in easily at Sunjata’s side, his hand settling in the small of Sunjata’s back and offering as warm a touch as he can muster.
when you're bad
no one forgets
no one forgets
