sorry about the blood in your mouth, i wish it was mine
It’s a small mercy that Aurelia is actually doing the bulk of the work, if only because it lets the ascended focus on his own words, on explaining his anger. ”Don’t act like I was begging for some fucking saviour. You came up to me.” The words come out in a strangled hiss, Nate’s shoulders rolling back as he tries to lean back into that anger, tries to recover from his slip up.
A petulant, contrary sneer curls his nose, his brows pulled into an angry line. For a moment, it seems like he might wash his hands of the whole job, and leave her to struggle, but that’s only a moment. It’s not as cathartic to be angry alone. And he loses the chance to be petty, lifting the new twist of metal and dropping it in the sand between them, burning eyes locked on Aurelia.
Which only means she has a clear view of the surprise that crosses his face when the half anchor lands on his foot. It might not hurt, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t any damage, something his systems very helpfully scream in his mind. ”Fuck!”
A petulant, contrary sneer curls his nose, his brows pulled into an angry line. For a moment, it seems like he might wash his hands of the whole job, and leave her to struggle, but that’s only a moment. It’s not as cathartic to be angry alone. And he loses the chance to be petty, lifting the new twist of metal and dropping it in the sand between them, burning eyes locked on Aurelia.
Which only means she has a clear view of the surprise that crosses his face when the half anchor lands on his foot. It might not hurt, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t any damage, something his systems very helpfully scream in his mind. ”Fuck!”
i couldn't get the boy to kill me
but i wore his jacket for the longest time
NATE
