NATE
This time last year, Nate had been wrapped up at home, comfortable and warm. At least, that’s what he thinks. And it’s a thought that’s hard to put out of mind as he steps out of the comfort of the jungle onto the sandy beaches of Torchline, only to be immediately assaulted by wind and sea spray. Monsoon season is somehow more miserable than he remembers, more miserable to deal with from the middle of it.
Pulling his jacket tighter around himself, Nate makes his way up the beach, keeping to the tree line as much as possible. It’s not much of a defence, but it’s something. At least the house is closer than Haulani, closer than even the old house had been. Even with that though, Nate looks half drowned by the time he shines to the door, a wry grin crossing his lips as he looks at the wood protecting the cracked window in the door.
Keeping his thoughts and his movements as quiet as he can, Nate slips in through the door, the smile still clinging to his lips. Only to drop away when he sees the collection of shoes by the door, the evidence of far more people here than he expects.
Whatever surprise he’d planned on trying fades away as the bond is suddenly thrown wide open, Nate reaching through the ring for the brush of Sunjata’s mind. Sunny? His voice swirls in a current of curdled excitement and stark concern. It makes sense, something happened, people need a place to stay, but all the rationalization in the world doesn’t stop paranoia.
Pulling his jacket tighter around himself, Nate makes his way up the beach, keeping to the tree line as much as possible. It’s not much of a defence, but it’s something. At least the house is closer than Haulani, closer than even the old house had been. Even with that though, Nate looks half drowned by the time he shines to the door, a wry grin crossing his lips as he looks at the wood protecting the cracked window in the door.
Keeping his thoughts and his movements as quiet as he can, Nate slips in through the door, the smile still clinging to his lips. Only to drop away when he sees the collection of shoes by the door, the evidence of far more people here than he expects.
Whatever surprise he’d planned on trying fades away as the bond is suddenly thrown wide open, Nate reaching through the ring for the brush of Sunjata’s mind. Sunny? His voice swirls in a current of curdled excitement and stark concern. It makes sense, something happened, people need a place to stay, but all the rationalization in the world doesn’t stop paranoia.
but i'm going to be here until i'm nothing
but bones in the ground
but bones in the ground
