it started in the hayloft a-creaking (o)
Nate Wrenzaok
the Lone (Free) Ranger
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Age: 37 | Height: 6'1" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
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- NATE -
i'm shaking, salvation
i'm flying faster and faster and i...
Oh, the silent treatment, huh? Fine, his mistake, he’ll smoke in silence, unblinking eyes staring lazily at the kid, as if he’s trying to unlock whatever secrets he’s keeping. The kids got one of those faces that he recognizes from everywhere, dark gif and angry eyes and more familiar with the streets than anything else, but Nate still tries to actually place him.

The one finger salute has Nate’s brow rising, a smoky snort heralding the rough chuckle. His head tips back against the rock, the dim glow of his cherry growing brighter with another inhale. ”You should be smarter around strangers. You never know when you’ll find a crazy one.”
i was the darkness and you were the light
tear it apart and then we supercollide


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RE: it started in the hayloft a-creaking (o) - by Nate - 12-14-2020, 07:31 AM

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