- NATE -
We'll get married or buried
We'll have a baby or kill someone
We'll have a baby or kill someone
If he had breath left, it would catch in his throat at the appearance of the goddess before him. Not like his lady, none of the warmth and love he now associates with the Voice, but Safrin still inspires equal measures of awe and terror.
He’s not cut down immediately, a fact that nurtures the thin light of hope in him, but her words cut away any pretty pleasantries he’d planned, leaving them with the bare bones reason of his visit. ”Thats the short of it, mostly.” Nate confirms carefully, eyes respectfully lingering near the goddess’ feet. ”It was my decision to come to you, and I expect to be judged solely for what I am and how I compose myself.”
A warm smile spreads over his face, hiding the anxiety and trepidation in him, if only for a moment. ”You’re absolutely right on every other count though.”
He’s not cut down immediately, a fact that nurtures the thin light of hope in him, but her words cut away any pretty pleasantries he’d planned, leaving them with the bare bones reason of his visit. ”Thats the short of it, mostly.” Nate confirms carefully, eyes respectfully lingering near the goddess’ feet. ”It was my decision to come to you, and I expect to be judged solely for what I am and how I compose myself.”
A warm smile spreads over his face, hiding the anxiety and trepidation in him, if only for a moment. ”You’re absolutely right on every other count though.”
Well, I can't decide what to try
Commitment or a gun
Commitment or a gun
