Clemente
Clem is unaware of the shifting tides, the changes that are sure to drown him beneath their depths when the time comes. His life has never been better, he has never been happier than he is now. Afloat with love, family, and purpose. Things he had forsaken long, long ago. When he'd found his mother dead with a needle in her arm and a vacant smile on her frozen face. He has been given a second chance at life, one he does not intend to waste. That is what drives him to the water's edge that night, excited by the prospect of another lesson beneath Nate's hand.
He's jogging along the coastline, Nate's form unmistakable - and easy to spot, as they're the only ones out here - as his feet carry him across the sand. He's already throwing himself at Nate's side with a joyous battle cry to try and climb him like a monkey before he realizes there's another dude there, and he freezes where he's clawing his way up the taller man like a particularly eager koala. Immediately succumbing to the crippling shyness and anxiety that overtakes him around any non-Ascended, he lets his feet find the sand again but sticks close to Nate's side, sharp flaxen eyes taking in the available information. The man had been at Wessex's meeting, as he'd been tasked with memorizing the faces. Still nameless though. And he is physically close to Nate, sharing his space in a way that implies comfort with one another. So if Nate has deemed him safe...
"Didn't know we were makin' this a sausage fest. I knew fish liked worms but c'mon." He dons his prickly wit like armor, young face still pinched in a suspicious frown and furrowed brows despite the verbal olive branch he extends to the stranger. Well, not many would take it as that, but this is Clemente.
He's jogging along the coastline, Nate's form unmistakable - and easy to spot, as they're the only ones out here - as his feet carry him across the sand. He's already throwing himself at Nate's side with a joyous battle cry to try and climb him like a monkey before he realizes there's another dude there, and he freezes where he's clawing his way up the taller man like a particularly eager koala. Immediately succumbing to the crippling shyness and anxiety that overtakes him around any non-Ascended, he lets his feet find the sand again but sticks close to Nate's side, sharp flaxen eyes taking in the available information. The man had been at Wessex's meeting, as he'd been tasked with memorizing the faces. Still nameless though. And he is physically close to Nate, sharing his space in a way that implies comfort with one another. So if Nate has deemed him safe...
"Didn't know we were makin' this a sausage fest. I knew fish liked worms but c'mon." He dons his prickly wit like armor, young face still pinched in a suspicious frown and furrowed brows despite the verbal olive branch he extends to the stranger. Well, not many would take it as that, but this is Clemente.
Your mother started drinking like the whole world died
And You've been waiting for a miracle all your life
And You've been waiting for a miracle all your life
