'cause the bad's been slowly getting worse
and this fast lane living, it's a curse
“Not long.” Nate murmurs through frozen lips, the words coming out more like n’lon. He is only aware of himself in the barest of ways, though the pressure against his chest helps to anchor him, arms finally moving to rest on Sunjata’s shoulders, freezing fingers lifting to cover steel eyes.
Normally, Nate isn’t forthcoming with his emotions. The bond had helped, had given understanding to the wordless, indescribable noise that rushed in his head, but even that wouldn’t help him here. There is a pit in his guts. There is a stone in his throat. He is nine years old, watching his mother watch him mop up his brothers bloody nose.
He is alone.
His fingers tremble, a copy of a memory of a shiver. “She… never showed up.” He’s thawed enough that the words are intelligible this time, no matter how hard his accent and throat compete to choke them out.
Normally, Nate isn’t forthcoming with his emotions. The bond had helped, had given understanding to the wordless, indescribable noise that rushed in his head, but even that wouldn’t help him here. There is a pit in his guts. There is a stone in his throat. He is nine years old, watching his mother watch him mop up his brothers bloody nose.
He is alone.
His fingers tremble, a copy of a memory of a shiver. “She… never showed up.” He’s thawed enough that the words are intelligible this time, no matter how hard his accent and throat compete to choke them out.
better tell me what's your life worth
i think it's time for a change, 'cause the drugs don't work
