- NATE -
don't you pray? don't you pray
to a cocaine jesus in a black four seater?
to a cocaine jesus in a black four seater?
"No," Nate interrupts, his tone dry and his expression even more so, "I don't think you do. I don't think you can." Despite how carefully he schools his face and words, he can't completely erase the tightness around his eyes, the deep exhaustion that grips him. The fact that the Fae cannot li is actually news to him, the flash of surprise showing on his face before he files the information away.
With no small amount of graceless indifference Nate flops to the ground, sitting with his arms propped up on his knees, and stares unblinking up at the Fae, trying to work her out like a puzzle. "Why?" There's no heat in his tone, nothing to betray any kind of hostility at all, just a simple curiosity. "Would you let her be tried? Executed, if it came to it?" He works his jaw, Pemota sinking once again to settle around his shoulders, relieving some of the tension in his posture.
With no small amount of graceless indifference Nate flops to the ground, sitting with his arms propped up on his knees, and stares unblinking up at the Fae, trying to work her out like a puzzle. "Why?" There's no heat in his tone, nothing to betray any kind of hostility at all, just a simple curiosity. "Would you let her be tried? Executed, if it came to it?" He works his jaw, Pemota sinking once again to settle around his shoulders, relieving some of the tension in his posture.
got a man, don't need him, but you wait
call me when you want, or just call me when you need it
call me when you want, or just call me when you need it
