- 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
The offered wrist is considered for a whole half of a second before Nate's reaching out, his hand tight around Jack's wrist, enough to mostly mask the tremble of his fingers. Honestly, he's still not sure if the offer is going to be retracted, snatched away at the last second, so he moves quickly, leaning in and pausing just long enough to reassure the other. "I don't bite and tell, Jack." Biting the smuggler wasn't exactly a high he was going to be bragging about.
Teeth tap into veins, into a font of electricity that runs through Nate and has his eyes fluttering. Blood isn't the same as fluid, but it sates him just the same, fills him with warmth and desperation in equal measures. Something else too, something that doesn't feel quite right, something that shouldn't be there. He's not starving, not anymore, but Nate still takes his time before he leans back, releasing his tight hold on the abandoned, the realization pinching his brows together in quiet confusion.
Teeth tap into veins, into a font of electricity that runs through Nate and has his eyes fluttering. Blood isn't the same as fluid, but it sates him just the same, fills him with warmth and desperation in equal measures. Something else too, something that doesn't feel quite right, something that shouldn't be there. He's not starving, not anymore, but Nate still takes his time before he leans back, releasing his tight hold on the abandoned, the realization pinching his brows together in quiet confusion.
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.
