NATE
Even Nate’s silver tongue can only take him so far before anger takes over, the timer burning shorter and shorter with every word out of the potters mouth. It’s only a sense of decorum holding him in place now, before his mind can really weigh the consequences of what he wants to do.
No matter what he did from here, whether he snapped, or stopped and continued with a silver tongue, a civil conversation, he already looked irrational to Amun, to anyone who was looking in from the outside. And if he’d already lost, well, why not lose on his terms then?
Throwing a punch isn’t as satisfying as it used to be, the impact of his knuckles in Amun’s jaw shocking numbly up his arm, no sting accompanying it. Nate hisses anyway, shaking his hand and smirking joylessly. ”I’m not exactly a patient guy. I wanna clear the air between us, y’know?” His fists come up in front of him, Nate protecting himself from the assumed retaliation. Had to hve the facade of a fair fight, at least to start.
No matter what he did from here, whether he snapped, or stopped and continued with a silver tongue, a civil conversation, he already looked irrational to Amun, to anyone who was looking in from the outside. And if he’d already lost, well, why not lose on his terms then?
Throwing a punch isn’t as satisfying as it used to be, the impact of his knuckles in Amun’s jaw shocking numbly up his arm, no sting accompanying it. Nate hisses anyway, shaking his hand and smirking joylessly. ”I’m not exactly a patient guy. I wanna clear the air between us, y’know?” His fists come up in front of him, Nate protecting himself from the assumed retaliation. Had to hve the facade of a fair fight, at least to start.
Foot on the gas, too fast to turn
Ain't gonna last, you gonna crash and burn
Ain't gonna last, you gonna crash and burn
