- NATE -
Why you don't got any questions?
How you know that this is real?
How you know that this is real?
”Then why don’t you go be a surly fuck at the people who drained you. It’s not like I’m fucking knocking on your door asking for nonsense.” The jacket had been offered freely, as far as he’s aware. And I’m the grand scheme of things, a single diamond doesn’t seem like a lot. Not for everything it opens back up to him. No, Nate knows when he’s the target for vitriol he doesn’t deserve, and he won’t take it lying down.
Even with the latent threat growing in Deimos’ demeanour, Nate can’t stop himself from poking, from snarling and snapping and throwing a fit. Might as well lean into the accusations, while they’re expected of him. ”Do you know what fire feels like to me? It’s the only fucking pain I can feel.” The only thing he can really feel at all. His hand lifts, rubbing over the scar that splits his face, the edges of it softer now that when it had first been burnt into him. ”But no, you’re right. Excuse me for asking you to just magic something up. I didn’t realize a rock would break you.”
”Fucking good for it.” Of course the spooky horse is offering rides. That only makes the most sense, doesn’t it? Nate glares at the thing, so he doesn’t have to look back over at Deimos, and works his jaw. ”I don’t even know how to ride a horse.” The words come out before he can stop them, sullen and low.
The horse, to its credit, does not seem to care for whatever petty squabbles they’re engaged in. It continues to approach until it is close enough to be touched, a cool mist huffing out of its nostrils as it breathes heavily.
Even with the latent threat growing in Deimos’ demeanour, Nate can’t stop himself from poking, from snarling and snapping and throwing a fit. Might as well lean into the accusations, while they’re expected of him. ”Do you know what fire feels like to me? It’s the only fucking pain I can feel.” The only thing he can really feel at all. His hand lifts, rubbing over the scar that splits his face, the edges of it softer now that when it had first been burnt into him. ”But no, you’re right. Excuse me for asking you to just magic something up. I didn’t realize a rock would break you.”
”Fucking good for it.” Of course the spooky horse is offering rides. That only makes the most sense, doesn’t it? Nate glares at the thing, so he doesn’t have to look back over at Deimos, and works his jaw. ”I don’t even know how to ride a horse.” The words come out before he can stop them, sullen and low.
The horse, to its credit, does not seem to care for whatever petty squabbles they’re engaged in. It continues to approach until it is close enough to be touched, a cool mist huffing out of its nostrils as it breathes heavily.
I am feeling such oppression
You can't tell me how to feel
You can't tell me how to feel
