- 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
A disbelieving sneer saunters its way over Nate’s face. Even if the other man isn’t just blowing smoke up his ass, the circumstances are different. His arms fall away from his chest, one hand stuffed into his pocket while the other lifts to drag through his hair. ”What the fuck do I do then? Act like it didn’t happen? Act like I wasn’t kidnapped while the whole fucking town marched on my home? Why should I care what those people think?” This might be getting them nowhere, but it feels good to just yell.
Jacks sudden sandy outburst stills Nate, a brow lifting in the direction of the captain, his own childishness forgotten for the moment. There’s something else going on here, something he can’t figure out, no matter how he might want to, he’s simply missing pieces.
Nate levels an unblinking stare at Jack, considering the offer, and chewing his own words before letting them fall from his lips. ”What exactly are you proposing here?” There are a handful of half formed thoughts drifting through his mind, ranging from violence to... well, a more carnal violence, but nothing that Nate actually voices.
Jacks sudden sandy outburst stills Nate, a brow lifting in the direction of the captain, his own childishness forgotten for the moment. There’s something else going on here, something he can’t figure out, no matter how he might want to, he’s simply missing pieces.
Nate levels an unblinking stare at Jack, considering the offer, and chewing his own words before letting them fall from his lips. ”What exactly are you proposing here?” There are a handful of half formed thoughts drifting through his mind, ranging from violence to... well, a more carnal violence, but nothing that Nate actually voices.
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.
