sorry about the blood in your mouth, i wish it was mine
A long handful of moments pass before Nate seems to really zone back in, his eye still wide. He means to echo the might as well again, the words bringing a measure of something comfort adjacent but no sound makes it past his lips.
”It feels like it.” He insists, not actually sure what the point he's arguing is, beyond being contrary. ”I’m not new to fucking losing people, I know what it’s like. I don’t need everyone being so fucking careful.” While hes talking, he’s not paying attention to the load bei mg hefted into his arms, his hands closing around the metal bars easily.
Something in his eyes shifts, Nate all but flinching back away from Aurelia words, daggers that cut to his very core. A torrent of emotion washes over his face, his jaw shaking where he tries to clench it, and his mismatched eyes growing watery and shimmering before shuttering completely, anger prevailing over anything else. ”Well then I guess I’m making my decision pretty fucking clear, aren’t I?”
The metal he’s been so graciously carrying up until that point is set down, more or less where she’d pointed. It’s the clearest sign that whatever it is Nate’s doing is bark, that anger tempered by shame.
”It feels like it.” He insists, not actually sure what the point he's arguing is, beyond being contrary. ”I’m not new to fucking losing people, I know what it’s like. I don’t need everyone being so fucking careful.” While hes talking, he’s not paying attention to the load bei mg hefted into his arms, his hands closing around the metal bars easily.
Something in his eyes shifts, Nate all but flinching back away from Aurelia words, daggers that cut to his very core. A torrent of emotion washes over his face, his jaw shaking where he tries to clench it, and his mismatched eyes growing watery and shimmering before shuttering completely, anger prevailing over anything else. ”Well then I guess I’m making my decision pretty fucking clear, aren’t I?”
The metal he’s been so graciously carrying up until that point is set down, more or less where she’d pointed. It’s the clearest sign that whatever it is Nate’s doing is bark, that anger tempered by shame.
i couldn't get the boy to kill me
but i wore his jacket for the longest time
NATE
