- NATE -
do you feel at home? your flames are burning higher
your circumstance is dire, don't panic. you're frantic
your circumstance is dire, don't panic. you're frantic
”Excuse me for being fucking worried about starving!” Again. Nate’s hand lifts to run through his hair, pausing near the crown of his head as he makes half an effort to calm himself. It’s the least he can do, considering how surprisingly... helpful the other man is being.
Jack is a strange suspicious ally to have. Mismatched eyes flick up and down the pirate, narrowing each time and he tries to puzzle out the motive. ”I’ll figure out what to do.” It wasn’t as if he had a choice. He crosses his arms, offering out his next words with obvious reluctance. ”I... appreciate it.”
And that should be that. But it isn’t. Nate doesn’t look up into the gaze he feels moving over him. He digs the toe of his boot into the sand and stares at that instead, arms dropping to his sides. Fists clench at his sides as Nate considers decking Jack again. ”No, I’m not fucking good.” Obviously. ”Would you be?”
Jack is a strange suspicious ally to have. Mismatched eyes flick up and down the pirate, narrowing each time and he tries to puzzle out the motive. ”I’ll figure out what to do.” It wasn’t as if he had a choice. He crosses his arms, offering out his next words with obvious reluctance. ”I... appreciate it.”
And that should be that. But it isn’t. Nate doesn’t look up into the gaze he feels moving over him. He digs the toe of his boot into the sand and stares at that instead, arms dropping to his sides. Fists clench at his sides as Nate considers decking Jack again. ”No, I’m not fucking good.” Obviously. ”Would you be?”
this is your hell, dancing for something that was
true to you, how do you do? say it's me.
true to you, how do you do? say it's me.
