- NATE -
don't you pray? don't you pray
to a cocaine jesus in a black four seater?
to a cocaine jesus in a black four seater?
”I feel much better.” The words are warm, matching the smile, the sparkle in his mismatched eyes. Her hands reached up, and Nate leans down to meet them, expecting his cheeks pinched, not his ears. Perhaps his less than serious attitude began as a defence, but it quickly becomes real, a silly song and dance only they know the words, the steps to. Gods, he’s missed being well.
A rough laugh leaves Nate as his niece dances away from him, a lightness there that’s been missing for some time now. ”Course I’m gonna, firebug.” Nate warns with a grin, dropping into a boxers stance, his hands raised in front of him for a moment, before he drops them. ”C’mon, take your best shot. Just watch the face.” The wide expanse of his chest is open, nothing but encouragement, and maybe a little bit of a challenge on his face. The ascended fully expects to be struck, watchful eyes taking in Melita’s wind up, her strike, when it comes.
A rough laugh leaves Nate as his niece dances away from him, a lightness there that’s been missing for some time now. ”Course I’m gonna, firebug.” Nate warns with a grin, dropping into a boxers stance, his hands raised in front of him for a moment, before he drops them. ”C’mon, take your best shot. Just watch the face.” The wide expanse of his chest is open, nothing but encouragement, and maybe a little bit of a challenge on his face. The ascended fully expects to be struck, watchful eyes taking in Melita’s wind up, her strike, when it comes.
got a man, don't need him, but you wait
call me when you want, or just call me when you need it
call me when you want, or just call me when you need it
