I don't care who I might hurt along the way, I'm fuckin' sinking
Into every word, I don't care if you're lyin' when I'm drinking
Into every word, I don't care if you're lyin' when I'm drinking
Nate opens up to him like the underbelly of a particularly pissed off porcupine. Vulnerable only to him, with spines cast out against any who could hope to intrude. Bart eases closer, gauging the distance Nate needs by the shadows on his face, the feathering in his jaw. Some things stay the same, even when everything else feels impossibly different. The fire that rages in his brother's voice is one that can't burn Bartholomew, more like the sun's distant rays than the scalding flames they would be to anyone else. They are both men of coal, burned-through and capable of fostering the tiniest spark as an ember of a grudge, and in the space between his ribs Bart feels that fire spread between them as if seeking an additional host.
"Yeah, 'd be pretty fuckin' surprised if ye weren't," he agrees, tone dark in contrast to the sparking arcs of Nate's. The comment about his cranium prompts a snort. "See? Now I know yer angry, cuz ya wouldn't have such a lame ass comeback otherwise." His hand lifts to sink a nail with a precise blow into the beam he had chosen next to Nate, just as reluctant to be idle. And yes, completely willing to pretend to be blind and deaf if it means pulling Nate from the mire of his anger and into something more productive than even this.
"Aight, so ya can't drink. Can't sleep. What do Ascended do then? Vampire some poor maiden's neck in the alley behind a dingy bar? Cuz I can ask yer hubby for a skirt if I need to do some roleplay." Though he knows little about the bite, Bart knows what he's proposing is shocking enough to hopefully get some sort of disgusted reaction from his twin. Ripping out an old nail that had been warped by the damage on the beach, Bart grabs the beam it had been holding as it falls, and holds it in place as he moves to the side in plain directing of Nate to nail it back while he props it at the right height. As he does - Nate isn't angry or stupid enough to deny Bart - he sharply changes the subject to give his brother's mind something new to chew on, like a junkyard dog whose tire is on its last legs and needs a new one before it scales the chainlink fence.
"So uh, been thinkin'. Maybe I can help fix up the Society, and uh...work there, ya think? Put my nursin' to good use." Distraction it may be, it's similarly vulnerable, and while he doubts Nate will tell him no he's not quite used to nepotism as a whole.
"Yeah, 'd be pretty fuckin' surprised if ye weren't," he agrees, tone dark in contrast to the sparking arcs of Nate's. The comment about his cranium prompts a snort. "See? Now I know yer angry, cuz ya wouldn't have such a lame ass comeback otherwise." His hand lifts to sink a nail with a precise blow into the beam he had chosen next to Nate, just as reluctant to be idle. And yes, completely willing to pretend to be blind and deaf if it means pulling Nate from the mire of his anger and into something more productive than even this.
"Aight, so ya can't drink. Can't sleep. What do Ascended do then? Vampire some poor maiden's neck in the alley behind a dingy bar? Cuz I can ask yer hubby for a skirt if I need to do some roleplay." Though he knows little about the bite, Bart knows what he's proposing is shocking enough to hopefully get some sort of disgusted reaction from his twin. Ripping out an old nail that had been warped by the damage on the beach, Bart grabs the beam it had been holding as it falls, and holds it in place as he moves to the side in plain directing of Nate to nail it back while he props it at the right height. As he does - Nate isn't angry or stupid enough to deny Bart - he sharply changes the subject to give his brother's mind something new to chew on, like a junkyard dog whose tire is on its last legs and needs a new one before it scales the chainlink fence.
"So uh, been thinkin'. Maybe I can help fix up the Society, and uh...work there, ya think? Put my nursin' to good use." Distraction it may be, it's similarly vulnerable, and while he doubts Nate will tell him no he's not quite used to nepotism as a whole.
everything look worse at night - I think I'm overthinking
BARTHOLOMEW
