i'll turn myself into a gun, because it's all i have, because i'm hungry and hollow
The bite wipes out everything, all the shadows, all the darkness, everything but him, and Hotaru. A rough hum leaves Nate as he hears his own name drop from Hotaru's lips, nearly as distracting as the electric touch of the bite. And distraction is what he needs right now, what he wants to sink into. Hands sweep over the abandoned's back, fingers pressing and squeezing against her skin, pulling her even closer. Some bright, hateful voice in his head tells him to not linger here, to not get too greedy, to not take too much, and yet he can't help himself.
Nate shifts, moving so he's over Hotaru, her back on the bed, and he finally pulls away then, distant eyes looking over her. "I love you." He murmurs, lips stained red and the easy, distracting buzz fading all too quickly from him. Darkness creeps in again, a low, mournful sound pulling itself from his throat. He leans in again, lips dragging at her collar, teeth dragging against her skin, finding a soft place to bite again as his hands move to pull her shirt up, to reveal skin in a slow, needy motion.
Nate shifts, moving so he's over Hotaru, her back on the bed, and he finally pulls away then, distant eyes looking over her. "I love you." He murmurs, lips stained red and the easy, distracting buzz fading all too quickly from him. Darkness creeps in again, a low, mournful sound pulling itself from his throat. He leans in again, lips dragging at her collar, teeth dragging against her skin, finding a soft place to bite again as his hands move to pull her shirt up, to reveal skin in a slow, needy motion.
and just want something to call my own
NATE
