Nate
“Its not the peace of it that I’m struggling with.” Nate admits gratingly, his tongue between his teeth more often than not, beads of fluid on its tip while he considers how to continue. “There’s nothing between those points for me. Not dreams, not… hell, or what the fuck ever. I closed my eyes in Stormbreak and opened them up here, and Sunny tells me theres been a season between those two points instead of nothing."A laugh, near hysterical, shakes his shoulders, Nate’s load shifting precariously above them. “And it’s not like I even know how I should start putting things together again either, I just…” A huff hisses out between his teeth, Nate’s gaze shifting to stare ahead of them into the snowy distance.
Another relic is news indeed, even if the location is less than ideal. “No. I haven’t heard anything about it.” They make a turn, the street around them emptying out almost completely. Even considering Deepfrost, it’s a touch too early for anyone to be heading towards the VlamVloed. “What are we thinking about that?”
Do you read fuck-up in my walk?
Do you see fuck-up on my face?
Do you see fuck-up on my face?
Do I mean anything at all?
