– NATE –
”Yea, it was a mess. We saved some stuff, kept it from burning down Remi and Robins place while they were still there, and uh... moved into the boxing ring.” It’s all temporary, and maybe that’s what keeps Nate’s voice so light as he explains. Though his brows pull together at the question, the implication lingering behind it not one he necessarily likes. ”No, not intentionally, obviously.” Though Nate knows deep in his gut that if he goes through the whole story, even with the caveat of mind addling sickness, it will sound intentional. So he sucks his teeth, shrugs easily, as if it didn’t really matter. ”It was an accident. A candle got knocked over, we didn’t notice until it was too late.”
If Nate is being honest, what Sam describes is not his idea of a good time. He’s tryi to be supportive though, so he nods, let’s his smile creep wider across his face. ”Sounds nice. Like you two are real good for each other.” Whatever he privately thought of Amun wasn’t going to come out, his complaints and venom. Not so soon at least. It’s not Sam’s fault entirely, but he does have a history, and Nate is more than ready to to bitch with the other ascended if things go sour.
This is place where they’ve danced before, attitudes on the Voice shifting, changing. Even now, Nate isn’t sure where Sam’s opinions lie, isn’t sure how his words will be taken. ”Ill be setting up a shrine for the Voice, in one of the underground chambers.” He licks his lips, pauses for just long enough that it seems like he might be done, then continues. ”Its like this place was made for us. Dark, and quiet and huge.” He stops just short of saying it feels holy, of sati that it reminds him of the churches of his childhood. It’s something Bastien would understand better than Sam.
If Nate is being honest, what Sam describes is not his idea of a good time. He’s tryi to be supportive though, so he nods, let’s his smile creep wider across his face. ”Sounds nice. Like you two are real good for each other.” Whatever he privately thought of Amun wasn’t going to come out, his complaints and venom. Not so soon at least. It’s not Sam’s fault entirely, but he does have a history, and Nate is more than ready to to bitch with the other ascended if things go sour.
This is place where they’ve danced before, attitudes on the Voice shifting, changing. Even now, Nate isn’t sure where Sam’s opinions lie, isn’t sure how his words will be taken. ”Ill be setting up a shrine for the Voice, in one of the underground chambers.” He licks his lips, pauses for just long enough that it seems like he might be done, then continues. ”Its like this place was made for us. Dark, and quiet and huge.” He stops just short of saying it feels holy, of sati that it reminds him of the churches of his childhood. It’s something Bastien would understand better than Sam.
king rat on the streets in another life
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