- NATE -
Why you don't got any questions?
How you know that this is real?
How you know that this is real?
A brow rises, the sneer only cutting deeper across Nate's features. It was not the picture of a man who didn't care, though he'd never admit that. Deimos is one of the few people who infuriatingly towers over him, and as cutting as his words may be, Nate has never been the type to initiate a fight he doesn't think he can win. Getting dragged into something is different, obviously, but it would not be the case here, not unless he managed to truly offend the Sword.
If Nate knows the danger he is in, the inferno that rages behind the other's skin, it doesn't seem to affect him. Though, there's little that could truly affect him in this state, too riled up now, too dedicated to simple anger. It's just so easy, so immediate. It doesn't take a scrap of effort. "You could have just made things easier for me too. What's it take, a fucking second?"
The next words escape as a shout, echoing over the roar of the waterfall and startling birds out of the nearby trees. "Then what's the fucking point of having the powers?" Hands ball into fists at Nate's side, electricity crackling in his one good eye. He very nearly reaches out to shove at Deimos, though he thinks better of it in a split second it doesn't stop the second pair of arms from appearing, also clenched into fists before him. A buffer, for the next words he slings. "What's the fucking point of you, huh?" Was it to simply loom around, to judge and deny and make things more difficult?
The horse sniffs at the proferred carrot, nostrils flaring and its mouth opening. It's a touch too wide, the teeth there a touch too sharp, but it accepts the vegetable at first, chewing with a single noisy crunch - then opening its mouth and letting the carrot fall into the water, its head turning away from Deimos. Turning to look at Nate, who has shoved hands into his pockets and started walking away, deeper into the jungle, a dark mumble of "Fucking shithead" clearly audible. It's petty, maybe, but he sees no reason to stick around for nothing when he has things to do. Places to go. Diamonds to find.
Fin~
If Nate knows the danger he is in, the inferno that rages behind the other's skin, it doesn't seem to affect him. Though, there's little that could truly affect him in this state, too riled up now, too dedicated to simple anger. It's just so easy, so immediate. It doesn't take a scrap of effort. "You could have just made things easier for me too. What's it take, a fucking second?"
The next words escape as a shout, echoing over the roar of the waterfall and startling birds out of the nearby trees. "Then what's the fucking point of having the powers?" Hands ball into fists at Nate's side, electricity crackling in his one good eye. He very nearly reaches out to shove at Deimos, though he thinks better of it in a split second it doesn't stop the second pair of arms from appearing, also clenched into fists before him. A buffer, for the next words he slings. "What's the fucking point of you, huh?" Was it to simply loom around, to judge and deny and make things more difficult?
The horse sniffs at the proferred carrot, nostrils flaring and its mouth opening. It's a touch too wide, the teeth there a touch too sharp, but it accepts the vegetable at first, chewing with a single noisy crunch - then opening its mouth and letting the carrot fall into the water, its head turning away from Deimos. Turning to look at Nate, who has shoved hands into his pockets and started walking away, deeper into the jungle, a dark mumble of "Fucking shithead" clearly audible. It's petty, maybe, but he sees no reason to stick around for nothing when he has things to do. Places to go. Diamonds to find.
Fin~
I am feeling such oppression
You can't tell me how to feel
You can't tell me how to feel
