NATE
So many questions, and for perhaps the first time ever, they’re ones Nate has answers to. ”We do build the portals, actually.” His grin is nothing short of smug, chin rising just a touch after his words. ”We the ascended.” Just to clarify. There were a lot of we’s he was a part of.
”We deal in a lot of things.” Nate answers in the most nonchalant way he can manage, a shrug competing the words. ”Discretion is required for some of them. Why?” It was possible he was reading the man wrong, but Anden seemed like the type to know you shut up about certain business, unless you’re seeking it out intentionally.
Whatever insult Anden had unknowingly spoken is forgotten completely with his next words, Nate’s smile only growing wider. ”I’m lucky to have him.” It’s strange to have things that he took almost for granted pointed out as if they were something to be envied. ”We settled in because we didn’t have a choice. And because we could build something better here, especially between the two of us. You’ll get the hang of this place.” Andens surprise us Nate’s brows rising, his head working a moment before he answers. ”Sunjata’s attuned. We make things work.” It seemed to be all he was willing offer to a relative stranger, unless there was anything burning and specific Anden chanced asking.
”Well the good news is you don’t really need to deal with the cold now either.” Nate does his level best to not sound too sarcastic while he speaks. His opinion of his ascension may have changed drastically since it had happened, but old habits died hard, and if he can’t poke fun at what he’s become then what was the point? ”The Slagveld is probably safest for you over Longnight though. Torchline gets a lot of sun.”
The corners of Nate’s lips twitch upwards as his glass is refilled. And who is he to turn to down a toast, especially a toast to family? ”To Clemente.” He rumbles gruffly, clinking his glass against the other mans before swallowing the amber liquid. Perhaps it was a good thing alcohol didn’t affect him, as it couldn’t touch his hands and make them shaky, unsteady.
Being watched seems to only bring a more careful focus to Nate’s hands, their inhuman steadiness aiding him immensely in his efforts. ”I can go through the basics if you want to start now. Or,” Nate glances up, finding the others face, ”I’ll be around for a few more days, and my nights are all but wide open.” Truth be told, the middle of the night is when Nate gets the bulk of his work done, whether it’s in his own pursuits, or other projects. Better to fill the time than stew in it.
”We deal in a lot of things.” Nate answers in the most nonchalant way he can manage, a shrug competing the words. ”Discretion is required for some of them. Why?” It was possible he was reading the man wrong, but Anden seemed like the type to know you shut up about certain business, unless you’re seeking it out intentionally.
Whatever insult Anden had unknowingly spoken is forgotten completely with his next words, Nate’s smile only growing wider. ”I’m lucky to have him.” It’s strange to have things that he took almost for granted pointed out as if they were something to be envied. ”We settled in because we didn’t have a choice. And because we could build something better here, especially between the two of us. You’ll get the hang of this place.” Andens surprise us Nate’s brows rising, his head working a moment before he answers. ”Sunjata’s attuned. We make things work.” It seemed to be all he was willing offer to a relative stranger, unless there was anything burning and specific Anden chanced asking.
”Well the good news is you don’t really need to deal with the cold now either.” Nate does his level best to not sound too sarcastic while he speaks. His opinion of his ascension may have changed drastically since it had happened, but old habits died hard, and if he can’t poke fun at what he’s become then what was the point? ”The Slagveld is probably safest for you over Longnight though. Torchline gets a lot of sun.”
The corners of Nate’s lips twitch upwards as his glass is refilled. And who is he to turn to down a toast, especially a toast to family? ”To Clemente.” He rumbles gruffly, clinking his glass against the other mans before swallowing the amber liquid. Perhaps it was a good thing alcohol didn’t affect him, as it couldn’t touch his hands and make them shaky, unsteady.
Being watched seems to only bring a more careful focus to Nate’s hands, their inhuman steadiness aiding him immensely in his efforts. ”I can go through the basics if you want to start now. Or,” Nate glances up, finding the others face, ”I’ll be around for a few more days, and my nights are all but wide open.” Truth be told, the middle of the night is when Nate gets the bulk of his work done, whether it’s in his own pursuits, or other projects. Better to fill the time than stew in it.
Like a bullet through a flock of doves
To wage this war against your faith in me
To wage this war against your faith in me
