NATE
I feel a bubble in my organs and veins
In trouble, but ignoring the pain
In trouble, but ignoring the pain
”Huh. How do you feel about the taste of champagne?” He says it under his breath, because it’s a joke for him, and Nate manages a smile while the other man is distracted glaring at the clouds. It doesn’t last, of course, how could it, when immediately his thoughts are ripped back towards one of the subjects he’d been trying to ignore. So much for the peace of a garden, or whatever it was supposed to be.
A heavy, useless sigh heaves out of him, the ascended shaking his head as he lights his smoke, and rolling his shoulders in a shrug when Zeph refuses. ”I like it.” He rumbles, careful to lean a little more downwind from the smuggler. He might be in a shitty mood, but it’s not worth making everything into a fight. ”Someone we knew who died came back, and it’s fucking shit up.” It’s both the simplest way to explain, and the most information he’s willing to offer without prompting.
There’s no need to simply hand the other man things that could possibly be used against him, after all.
When Zeph turns to the water again, Nate lets his gaze follow, his brows pulling together. ”There’s gotta be lots of weirdos around. What makes this one so special you wanna report him?” In the distance, a sheet of rain begins to pour, approaching the coast, and them. The ascended hums, half considers getting caught in it it, and turns to the front door. ”You might as well come in and drop it off then.” He offers, gesturing for the smuggler to go ahead of him.
A heavy, useless sigh heaves out of him, the ascended shaking his head as he lights his smoke, and rolling his shoulders in a shrug when Zeph refuses. ”I like it.” He rumbles, careful to lean a little more downwind from the smuggler. He might be in a shitty mood, but it’s not worth making everything into a fight. ”Someone we knew who died came back, and it’s fucking shit up.” It’s both the simplest way to explain, and the most information he’s willing to offer without prompting.
There’s no need to simply hand the other man things that could possibly be used against him, after all.
When Zeph turns to the water again, Nate lets his gaze follow, his brows pulling together. ”There’s gotta be lots of weirdos around. What makes this one so special you wanna report him?” In the distance, a sheet of rain begins to pour, approaching the coast, and them. The ascended hums, half considers getting caught in it it, and turns to the front door. ”You might as well come in and drop it off then.” He offers, gesturing for the smuggler to go ahead of him.
doubling my score in the game
Fuck you and your whores into fame
Fuck you and your whores into fame
