NATE
The absolute last thing he expects (or wants) is company, but he’s never lucky is he? Loki appearing first is a small mercy, Pemota immediately moving to greet the dragon with her own rumbling call, starlight blotting out the tail ends of Nate’s rage. Silence overtakes him, doubled over and staring through a messy curtain of hair at the path, the approaching footsteps that seem to stop just as suddenly as he has.
”Wessex.” He replies out loud, calling through the hedges to give her something to follow. She’ll come upon just as he’s straightening up, a hand pushing errant strands of hair back out of his face. It should be impossible for him to look so put together, but not being able to run out of breath or truly exert himself has its perks. ”What brings you out this way?”
”Wessex.” He replies out loud, calling through the hedges to give her something to follow. She’ll come upon just as he’s straightening up, a hand pushing errant strands of hair back out of his face. It should be impossible for him to look so put together, but not being able to run out of breath or truly exert himself has its perks. ”What brings you out this way?”
i love those quiet moments in the dark
where you can stop pretending
where you can stop pretending
