'cause karma's just a different word for bad luck &
Though he has utterly no idea what's changed, Nate is nonetheless positive that something has, energy he can feel crackling around the Voice, brushing against him by proxy. Something keeps his eyes pointed away as the light fades, at least until his Goddess speaks.
It's with a touch of surprise, and a great deal of hope that Nate looks up at the Voice again, her brightness bearable to behold once more. His grin is wide, bright, and there's absolutely no hesitation to his steps as he moves closer, heeding her beckons. "Now who's the one getting spoiled?" He rumbles easily, a wide grin on his face.
It's with a touch of surprise, and a great deal of hope that Nate looks up at the Voice again, her brightness bearable to behold once more. His grin is wide, bright, and there's absolutely no hesitation to his steps as he moves closer, heeding her beckons. "Now who's the one getting spoiled?" He rumbles easily, a wide grin on his face.
what if death is just another pair of handcuffs?
NATE
