NATE
A short laugh bubbles out of Nate, Isla's complaint the first time the idea that he might hit the Prince actually gracing his head. "I guess I'll have to apologize if I did." He decides easily, just before sticking his arm through. It's only the tension on Azrael's face that keeps Nate from screaming in mock horror his arm is left blessedly unmolested, the scare feeling cheap and inappropriate. Instead, he shrugs, and draws his arm back to do a quick once over before looking over his shoulder. "It's warmer through there." His tongue pokes out between his lips, thoughts chugging through his head before he abandons them in favour of action.
"Age before beauty, huh?" The joke rolls off his tongue easily, softening the serious blow of his next words. "Keep behind me." And without a moment's more hesitation, he steps through the glimmering portal, on high alert as he comes out the other side.
Nate steps through the portal and looks around, making sure to keep in front of Azrael and Isla as they follow.
"Age before beauty, huh?" The joke rolls off his tongue easily, softening the serious blow of his next words. "Keep behind me." And without a moment's more hesitation, he steps through the glimmering portal, on high alert as he comes out the other side.
Nate steps through the portal and looks around, making sure to keep in front of Azrael and Isla as they follow.
Get my pretty name out of your mouth
Don't talk 'bout me like how you might know how I feel
Don't talk 'bout me like how you might know how I feel
