so you say you want a deathbed scene, the knowledge that comes
before knowledge
before knowledge
and you want it dirty
It was a miracle that he’d been able to see anything through the blowing snow, and even more of one when the hollow he’d spotted turned out to be a perfect spot, sheltered and secret. The perfect place for a shrine. Nate was less than impressed to be voluntold to gather stone, though it did suit him better than decorating.
Hefting the pickaxe up, Nate began to loose pieces from the wall, the work almost tedious in its simplicity. He found himself casting sidelong glances at Amun, a question hovering in the curve of his lips before he loosed it. ”What happened to your hand?” Usually, he’d have more tact, but tact didn’t always make for interesting stories.
Hefting the pickaxe up, Nate began to loose pieces from the wall, the work almost tedious in its simplicity. He found himself casting sidelong glances at Amun, a question hovering in the curve of his lips before he loosed it. ”What happened to your hand?” Usually, he’d have more tact, but tact didn’t always make for interesting stories.
and no one can figure out what you want
and you won’t tell them
NATE
