sorry about the blood in your mouth, i wish it was mine
It is with no small amount of solemn interest that Nate watches the plants, listens to their explanations. It's not quite what he'd been raised in, but Caido was different, was alive in a way home had never really been. Maybe it was worth listening to the person in a deer skull.
Nate takes the bundle of herbs and wax gingerly, nervous still despite knowing it was more than cool enough to handle. It rests pinched between his thumb and forefinger, his lips pursed as he stares at it, listens to the options offered. He doesn't care. "I don't care." The words are quiet, mumbled under his breath just so he can say he said them when he remembers this meeting later. Despite the bluster, the charm is tucked carefully into an inner pocket, safe from the elements or his own forgetful hands.
"You're really, really sure that there isn't some other trade we need to do, right?" Nate can't stop himself from asking, paranoid about being caught out somehow, about leaving favours open.
Nate takes the bundle of herbs and wax gingerly, nervous still despite knowing it was more than cool enough to handle. It rests pinched between his thumb and forefinger, his lips pursed as he stares at it, listens to the options offered. He doesn't care. "I don't care." The words are quiet, mumbled under his breath just so he can say he said them when he remembers this meeting later. Despite the bluster, the charm is tucked carefully into an inner pocket, safe from the elements or his own forgetful hands.
"You're really, really sure that there isn't some other trade we need to do, right?" Nate can't stop himself from asking, paranoid about being caught out somehow, about leaving favours open.
i couldn't get the boy to kill me
but i wore his jacket for the longest time
NATE
