engage with the pain as a motive, today of all days, see
Even if he wanted to, even if there wanything eh he could say to defend himself, Nate doesn’t get the chance. Suddenly Safrin is right there, a hand tangling in his hair that has his teeth baring as he tries to pull away out of instinct. This is a threat, all of it is. Safrin is a threat.
With no chance of winning this little struggle, Nate forces himself to still, to listen to the words, the offer. And he forces himself to look up at her, first at her face, beautiful and terrible and far too much, and then at the offered wrist. A calculation rushes through his kind, can he afford to take this risk, can he affford to offend her, can he afford to not drink from a Goddess?
It’s with only the slightest tremble, with the barest hesitation that he leans in and sinks his teeth into Safrin, trying to steel himself for whatever it will bring.
With no chance of winning this little struggle, Nate forces himself to still, to listen to the words, the offer. And he forces himself to look up at her, first at her face, beautiful and terrible and far too much, and then at the offered wrist. A calculation rushes through his kind, can he afford to take this risk, can he affford to offend her, can he afford to not drink from a Goddess?
It’s with only the slightest tremble, with the barest hesitation that he leans in and sinks his teeth into Safrin, trying to steel himself for whatever it will bring.
how the most dangerous thing is to love
how you will heal and you'll rise above
NATE
