- NATE -
do you feel at home? your flames are burning higher
your circumstance is dire, don't panic. you're frantic
your circumstance is dire, don't panic. you're frantic
Nate had had the vague thought to try and shore up the shrine, remembering the disaster that had occurred last monsoon season, and doing his best to not remember the consequences of their trying to fix it. Mabel had gotten better. They were fine. There’s an even vaguer thought that niggles at him, some half remembered, half dreamy memory of an issue with the shrine, of being dragged through the portal and to the Grounds instead.
As it turns out, there isn’t even a shrine left. There’s hardly anything left at all, for the first, horrified moment, Nate wonders if somehow he’s wandered into the wrong sea cave, but no, that makes less sense than the obvious.
It’s one thing to know there are people in the world who hate you, a feeling that Nate has been dealing with longer than he’s been in Caido, but it’s another thing entirely to have those feeling actually infiltrate his day to day. And this? This throws a huge fucking wrench in his day to day.
He only just barely manages to hold himself together long enough to leave the cave, a wordless shout leaving him the second he’s clear. He screams at the cloudy sky, at the sea, kicking at sand and pacing up and down the beach, anything to try and calm himself down.
As it turns out, there isn’t even a shrine left. There’s hardly anything left at all, for the first, horrified moment, Nate wonders if somehow he’s wandered into the wrong sea cave, but no, that makes less sense than the obvious.
It’s one thing to know there are people in the world who hate you, a feeling that Nate has been dealing with longer than he’s been in Caido, but it’s another thing entirely to have those feeling actually infiltrate his day to day. And this? This throws a huge fucking wrench in his day to day.
He only just barely manages to hold himself together long enough to leave the cave, a wordless shout leaving him the second he’s clear. He screams at the cloudy sky, at the sea, kicking at sand and pacing up and down the beach, anything to try and calm himself down.
this is your hell, dancing for something that was
true to you, how do you do? say it's me.
true to you, how do you do? say it's me.
