Nate
There's a shadow just behind me
Shrouding every step I take
Making every promise empty
Pointing every finger at me
Shrouding every step I take
Making every promise empty
Pointing every finger at me
For all his silent complaints about his ascension, Nate really couldn’t fault the new sharpness of his senses. Even in his half aware state, he heard the crunch of another’s boots, glanced up just enough to get an idea of who was coming towards him. Even if his eyes weren’t sharper in the dark, even if he couldn’t hear the wheezing breath, even without the near permanent horns curling off his head, Nate would recognize Sunjata by silhouette alone.
Nate stops in the path, waiting for the other man to approach him, waiting until he almost walks by completely before speaking up, his voice a quiet rumble, but warm with familiarity, made intentionally soothing. ”Heard you’ve been gettin’ into trouble.” He turned then, hoping the other man would do the same so they were face to face. ”I thought you told me you didn’t have anything big coming up?”
Chuckling lowly, Nate looks Sunjata down carefully, with a critical eye, taking in how the illness has progressed, then up with a more appreciative eye, gaze lingering on the skin bared by Longheat necessity.
Nate stops in the path, waiting for the other man to approach him, waiting until he almost walks by completely before speaking up, his voice a quiet rumble, but warm with familiarity, made intentionally soothing. ”Heard you’ve been gettin’ into trouble.” He turned then, hoping the other man would do the same so they were face to face. ”I thought you told me you didn’t have anything big coming up?”
Chuckling lowly, Nate looks Sunjata down carefully, with a critical eye, taking in how the illness has progressed, then up with a more appreciative eye, gaze lingering on the skin bared by Longheat necessity.
