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...
Had he ever been this fucking frustrating? This irritatingly contrary? Nate wants to believe he wasn’t, no matter what the little voice inside him says. It’s a moment where he almost understands his father, without ever making that step into evil.

”Got a lot of opinions considering the shits you don’t give.” Nate points out, returning the smoke to his mouth. The cherry throws a shadow onto his face for a flash, making his frown seem much deeper, his eyes seem much more shadowed when his gaze lifts again. ”Not everything is a numbers game.”

All at once, boredom seems to strike him, and he pushes off the wall, stepping back in the direction probably of Haulani, and coincidentally, in Rigby’s direction. There’s enough of a glower on his face to make him seem taller, wider than he already is, a stomping weight to his footfall.
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 - 01-06-2021, 04:51 AM

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