sorry about the blood in your mouth, i wish it was mine
The house, when he was alone, didn't feel right. There was an oppressiveness to it's empty rooms, a void that bogged down on Nate until it seeped into his head, the way the mist off the ocean invaded the house early in the morning. Sunjata's been gone a while now.
Too long, a little voice whisper's in Nate's head, as the bedroom begins to grow dark around him, deepening into the beginning of Longnight. It's that thought that spurs him to motion, rising up out of the bed, almost silent feet taking him downstairs. He doesn't want to disturb the quiet in the house, winces as Haai rises after him, far less careful about how loud she is.
Nate pauses, when he reaches the door of the kitchen, the griffin padding along ahead of him. He hadn't heard Sunjata come in. Hadn't known he was home. When becomes secondary to what almost immediately, the fading light of the kitchen not affecting his sight, keen enough to see the shapes of bruises even with the distance between them.
Not again.
There is no more concern for quiet as Nate steps forward, the table still between them. A keen, one eyed gaze moves over the attuned, looking for any more damage, anything more worrying than the initial marks. When he doesn't see anything obvious, the blue eye falls away from Sunjata, and a heavy sigh pulls out of the ascended, his shoulders slumping. "What happened?" There is no emotion in his voice, nothing more than a tired resignation, the edges of his nerves too damaged to be frayed by this latest stumble.
Too long, a little voice whisper's in Nate's head, as the bedroom begins to grow dark around him, deepening into the beginning of Longnight. It's that thought that spurs him to motion, rising up out of the bed, almost silent feet taking him downstairs. He doesn't want to disturb the quiet in the house, winces as Haai rises after him, far less careful about how loud she is.
Nate pauses, when he reaches the door of the kitchen, the griffin padding along ahead of him. He hadn't heard Sunjata come in. Hadn't known he was home. When becomes secondary to what almost immediately, the fading light of the kitchen not affecting his sight, keen enough to see the shapes of bruises even with the distance between them.
Not again.
There is no more concern for quiet as Nate steps forward, the table still between them. A keen, one eyed gaze moves over the attuned, looking for any more damage, anything more worrying than the initial marks. When he doesn't see anything obvious, the blue eye falls away from Sunjata, and a heavy sigh pulls out of the ascended, his shoulders slumping. "What happened?" There is no emotion in his voice, nothing more than a tired resignation, the edges of his nerves too damaged to be frayed by this latest stumble.
i couldn't get the boy to kill me
but i wore his jacket for the longest time
NATE
