sorry about the blood in your mouth, i wish it was mine
Blue eyes glare petulantly at the skull for a moment longer before Nate lets a breath huff out through his nose and looks away. Settling into the snow more completely, he lifts and drops a shoulder in a silent shrug. "Maybe." He offers petulantly, "If you'd said what it was for right away." Glancing up again, the Demi-god focuses on the small bundle in Chaele's hands, the quick work they do. Slowly, the hard line of tension and anger bleeds out of his shoulders, eased by the answer the shaman gives. If a little bit of hair is all he needs to trade for... whatever this is, then sure.
The molten wax draws his eyes next, Nate fighting to keep his fingers knitted neatly together, to not reach out and disturb whatever threads the other needs to tug together for her work. "What else do I care about?" He clarifies, raising a brow and not actually waiting for an answer before he starts in. "My family. Both of them, mostly. Living, but not... I'd die again, if I needed to, if it meant I'd keep living later." The admission comes out of him unbidden, Nate blinking with surprise to hear it in his own voice, but not surprised by the sentiment. He purses his lips, then glances up again, searching for some indication that that's what she needs.
The molten wax draws his eyes next, Nate fighting to keep his fingers knitted neatly together, to not reach out and disturb whatever threads the other needs to tug together for her work. "What else do I care about?" He clarifies, raising a brow and not actually waiting for an answer before he starts in. "My family. Both of them, mostly. Living, but not... I'd die again, if I needed to, if it meant I'd keep living later." The admission comes out of him unbidden, Nate blinking with surprise to hear it in his own voice, but not surprised by the sentiment. He purses his lips, then glances up again, searching for some indication that that's what she needs.
i couldn't get the boy to kill me
but i wore his jacket for the longest time
NATE
