sorry about the blood in your mouth, i wish it was mine
If Nate noticed the grimace, he doesn’t say anything, his eyes only returning to Maea in fits, unable to actually focus on her for any amount of time. It makes him want to grind his teeth, want to do something implacable just to stop the discomfort. He breaks the silence, and frowns at the answer he gets back, brows knitting together. ”Theres still some places that are as safe as we can make them. Here, for one.” The laugh he forces out is fake and loud, in the top quiet room. It was true though, with the exception of others coming in, of what had happened to his face, the sentiment in Torchline was more welcoming than anywhere else he’d gone. ”Wessex is in charge of the Grounds again too.”
Pemota drifts in through the Slagveld doors on the heels of Sunjata’s silent explanation, a mournful trill leaving her as she does. Nate’s face shifts, hardens for a moment before relaxing again. He doesn’t blame the other man for wanting to escape. Of course sonskyn. I’ll be home soon. Lips twist smoothly into an apologetic smile, Nate managing to look at least a little more sincere. ”Sunny... needs some time.” And Nate can’t blame him for that either. ”He said you can talk later, but he’s not coming back.”
And that leaves him, them, in this strange lurch. ”Well... I’d say you could stay here, but,” Nate casts his gaze upwards, as if he could see through the floors to the topmost one, ”we’re actually full up.” The living space has already been promised to others brought back and left in a lurch, and it’s not up to him to suddenly change that agreement. ”I can walk you to one of the cabanas on the beach though. There’s a few empty right now.” He’s already standing, waiting for Maea to follow him out of the boxing ring of nothing else. Where they go from there they can figure out outside.
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Pemota drifts in through the Slagveld doors on the heels of Sunjata’s silent explanation, a mournful trill leaving her as she does. Nate’s face shifts, hardens for a moment before relaxing again. He doesn’t blame the other man for wanting to escape. Of course sonskyn. I’ll be home soon. Lips twist smoothly into an apologetic smile, Nate managing to look at least a little more sincere. ”Sunny... needs some time.” And Nate can’t blame him for that either. ”He said you can talk later, but he’s not coming back.”
And that leaves him, them, in this strange lurch. ”Well... I’d say you could stay here, but,” Nate casts his gaze upwards, as if he could see through the floors to the topmost one, ”we’re actually full up.” The living space has already been promised to others brought back and left in a lurch, and it’s not up to him to suddenly change that agreement. ”I can walk you to one of the cabanas on the beach though. There’s a few empty right now.” He’s already standing, waiting for Maea to follow him out of the boxing ring of nothing else. Where they go from there they can figure out outside.
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i couldn't get the boy to kill me
but i wore his jacket for the longest time
NATE
