EDWYN
Nate is absolutely being followed. That isn't to say that Edwyn is doing a particularly good job of it, despite the fact that he's comically creeping from tree to tree, hiding behind shrubs and at one point is even walking in Nate's footprints as if that is going to help him at all. He's quiet as all ascended are, but no doubt the doctor knows that he's not alone.
For his part, Edwyn has his face nearly buried in the notebook that he's carrying, doing his best to force out frustrated and frantic half-sketches of Nate as he moves, while at the same time trying not to trip over his own feet. So you can understand how it is the writer has come to sabotage his own efforts at being stealthy, by trying to do too much at once. If asked though, he'd say he simply couldn't help it! Dressed in midnight, the only colours the blue of his eyes and the glint of his pale skin, Nate has inspired impossible amounts of muse within Edwyn that the writer is utterly helpless to ignore.
It nearly makes his mouth water to see the man standing at the base of the broken spire, some metaphor looming large overhead as prophecy and fate stretch outward like vast fingers. Or so it goes in the writer's mind.
For his part, Edwyn has his face nearly buried in the notebook that he's carrying, doing his best to force out frustrated and frantic half-sketches of Nate as he moves, while at the same time trying not to trip over his own feet. So you can understand how it is the writer has come to sabotage his own efforts at being stealthy, by trying to do too much at once. If asked though, he'd say he simply couldn't help it! Dressed in midnight, the only colours the blue of his eyes and the glint of his pale skin, Nate has inspired impossible amounts of muse within Edwyn that the writer is utterly helpless to ignore.
It nearly makes his mouth water to see the man standing at the base of the broken spire, some metaphor looming large overhead as prophecy and fate stretch outward like vast fingers. Or so it goes in the writer's mind.
Underneath the storm an umbrella is saying
Sitting with the poison takes away the pain
Sitting with the poison takes away the pain
Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection
