NATE
And just like that, the reasoning clicks. ”We are. She used to tell me, if I didn’t stop using my hand, my left hand, the devil would tempt me into sins.” There's the edge of a laugh living in his words, the explanation more lighthearted than it should be, considering what he’s talking about. ”She used to tie my hand behind my back to make me stop.” So silly, considering the very real shadows they’re stepping past now, the real fears surrounding them.
It’s another forgotten thought once they’re in the kitchen, his back to something solid and his front to Sunjata, the blanket wrapped around them. Nate leans into the other happily, rolling into it in a leftover feline gesture. His eye opens to a stormy grey, and it feels like so long since he's looked Sunjata in the eyes, since he'd last really looked. If he was ever interrupted, it would be too soon, and no sooner does that thought drift through his head that Sunjata speaks. Nate blinks, his gaze darting away as he tried to remember the reason for their pilgrimage.
"I don't..." Why had they come down? It was the kitchen, so - "Are you hungry? Was I going to make you something?" Nate wants to shift out from under the blanket, but the shadows are deep still, only growing darker, and he is loathe to shatter the illusion of safety they have. "It's getting dark." He mumbles, as if it isn't obvious, and tightens his arms around Sunjata.
It’s another forgotten thought once they’re in the kitchen, his back to something solid and his front to Sunjata, the blanket wrapped around them. Nate leans into the other happily, rolling into it in a leftover feline gesture. His eye opens to a stormy grey, and it feels like so long since he's looked Sunjata in the eyes, since he'd last really looked. If he was ever interrupted, it would be too soon, and no sooner does that thought drift through his head that Sunjata speaks. Nate blinks, his gaze darting away as he tried to remember the reason for their pilgrimage.
"I don't..." Why had they come down? It was the kitchen, so - "Are you hungry? Was I going to make you something?" Nate wants to shift out from under the blanket, but the shadows are deep still, only growing darker, and he is loathe to shatter the illusion of safety they have. "It's getting dark." He mumbles, as if it isn't obvious, and tightens his arms around Sunjata.
The streets are only empty when I need someoneThere's nothing to see here, move along!
