- 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
Mel's hand is warm, something he can feel, something that returns the small measure of life that he can still claim back into Nate's body. His other hand rises to wrap around hers as well, trying to steal more heat, trying to step away from a threshold he had unknowingly crept too closely to. The ascended is eager to move, to follow after the bobbing lantern and the glow of Pemota and Melita's warm hand. He want's to go home. He want's to see Sunjata.
But the portal.
At the mere mention of it, Nate's steps slow, feet that had been so light a moment ago now dragging. The hand grasped in both of his will not be released so easily, but it is the only reason he keeps moving, a mumbling under his breath, meant to be private, jsut for him, slowly growing louder, more frantic. "I don't... don't want to, I can't, not again... it h-hurt, it hurt so bad..." No, better to freeze, to grow numb and feel nothing at all, than go through the light again, than let himself be touched, let pieces be stolen away again.
But the portal.
At the mere mention of it, Nate's steps slow, feet that had been so light a moment ago now dragging. The hand grasped in both of his will not be released so easily, but it is the only reason he keeps moving, a mumbling under his breath, meant to be private, jsut for him, slowly growing louder, more frantic. "I don't... don't want to, I can't, not again... it h-hurt, it hurt so bad..." No, better to freeze, to grow numb and feel nothing at all, than go through the light again, than let himself be touched, let pieces be stolen away again.
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.
