One slip of the tongue, Razor sharp, but never let it show
The deep huff that growls out of Nate speaks of something deeper than mere irritation, something he is fighting with every ounce of his willpower. “Fuckin’ rather a cock joke.” He mumbles darkly, sucking in a deep breath. “She left behind eggs at least. Someone’s had to have cracked into one of them.”
A near disbelieving sound rushes out of Nate, his head shaking again. “You should send your lady my way, I’ll show her how to treat a man.” The joking grin dies on his face though, growing suddenly haunted, just as Nate’s eye does. “Fuck. I uh... I’m sorry.” He should have been around, should have fucking spearheaded the responses, should have been there to patch people up afterwards if nothing else.
The Society is about the only thing that could distract him from his spiral, because he hasn’t heard much about it at all still. “No, no one told me. Shit.” A low whistle leaves Nate, his fingers tapping at Locke’s shoulder while he digests the Voice’s intervention, let’s it soothe him just a little. He even manages to crack something that seems like a real smile when Locke offers his help. “Look at the kiss ass.” The ascended teases, patting the other man’s face playfully before leaning back. “I’ll let you know when it happens, yea? We’re still uh... y’know, dealing with a lot.”
A pink tongue pokes out of his mouth for a moment, the corners of Nate’s smile tugging up. “I know you must be more interested in the Slagveld anyway.” He accuses, his shoulders and his head both shifting back. “Sunny told me you two sparred.”
A near disbelieving sound rushes out of Nate, his head shaking again. “You should send your lady my way, I’ll show her how to treat a man.” The joking grin dies on his face though, growing suddenly haunted, just as Nate’s eye does. “Fuck. I uh... I’m sorry.” He should have been around, should have fucking spearheaded the responses, should have been there to patch people up afterwards if nothing else.
The Society is about the only thing that could distract him from his spiral, because he hasn’t heard much about it at all still. “No, no one told me. Shit.” A low whistle leaves Nate, his fingers tapping at Locke’s shoulder while he digests the Voice’s intervention, let’s it soothe him just a little. He even manages to crack something that seems like a real smile when Locke offers his help. “Look at the kiss ass.” The ascended teases, patting the other man’s face playfully before leaning back. “I’ll let you know when it happens, yea? We’re still uh... y’know, dealing with a lot.”
A pink tongue pokes out of his mouth for a moment, the corners of Nate’s smile tugging up. “I know you must be more interested in the Slagveld anyway.” He accuses, his shoulders and his head both shifting back. “Sunny told me you two sparred.”
NATE
