- NATE -
do you feel at home? your flames are burning higher
your circumstance is dire, don't panic. you're frantic
your circumstance is dire, don't panic. you're frantic
"How I felt about everything?!" All that effort made to not shout, out the window immediately. Nate stakes a step out of the house, towering over Sam, one eye burning as it focused on the other ascended. Or, ex-ascended? He'd had other shit happening, didn't have time to keep up on Sam's drama, sure as he was that the feeling was mutual. Sam couldn't know what a fantastically shitty time it was for whatever the fuck he was trying to do.
Did that knowledge stop Nate from losing control, at the words that finally left the red headed man, did it stop his fist from crashing into his jaw, knocking him to the ground?
Not at all.
It should have brought more satisfaction, but there wasn't even the sting of impact in his knuckles, and Nate knew the other man didn't feel it either, so it took some of the satisfaction out of it, some of the catharsis away. But it was enough that he straightened again, rolled his shoulders back, and glared down at Sam. "What the fuck was supposed to happen? Was it supposed to kill more people?"
Did that knowledge stop Nate from losing control, at the words that finally left the red headed man, did it stop his fist from crashing into his jaw, knocking him to the ground?
Not at all.
It should have brought more satisfaction, but there wasn't even the sting of impact in his knuckles, and Nate knew the other man didn't feel it either, so it took some of the satisfaction out of it, some of the catharsis away. But it was enough that he straightened again, rolled his shoulders back, and glared down at Sam. "What the fuck was supposed to happen? Was it supposed to kill more people?"
this is your hell, dancing for something that was
true to you, how do you do? say it's me.
true to you, how do you do? say it's me.
