so you say you want a deathbed scene, the knowledge that comes
before knowledge
before knowledge
and you want it dirty
It was more satisfying than he thought it would be to separate a slab off the wall, the long piece thudding to the ground, stopped from falling completely over by Nate’s knee. Good thing he couldn’t feel pain. He moved the piece to the side, and started trying to extract more, to build up the actual structure of the altar. After all, the Amun wasn’t having any luck on his side.
Not that Nate could really blame him, wincing in response to the answer he got. ”Oh. That sucks.” Really, what else could he say to that? He gave it a beat before asking more, glancing over at the Potter to make sure he wasn’t prying too much. Or at least so much the other man would do something about it. ”Did it happen during the festival?”
Not that Nate could really blame him, wincing in response to the answer he got. ”Oh. That sucks.” Really, what else could he say to that? He gave it a beat before asking more, glancing over at the Potter to make sure he wasn’t prying too much. Or at least so much the other man would do something about it. ”Did it happen during the festival?”
and no one can figure out what you want
and you won’t tell them
NATE
