NATE
when you're good
no one remembers
no one remembers
”So there’s no avoiding the talking then?” Half of a smile manages to grace Nate’s lips, a brow lifting as he looks over his fellow ascended. It’s strange, how much the blank eyes suit Aamu, with the waterfall of white hair framing them.
Taking a step back, Nate all but falls onto the stone steps, no thought or care given to them whatsoever. ”I guess talk first. Get it out of the way.” It’s the most pragmatic solution, all things considered. Motivation, for when they finally get to swordplay.
Agreeing to talk is not the same thing as stepping into the spotlight, and by putting the choice in his hands Aamu has given him the chance to deflect for a while longer. ”What happened to your eyes?” Pretty as they may be, Nate knows this is not how the other man should look.
Taking a step back, Nate all but falls onto the stone steps, no thought or care given to them whatsoever. ”I guess talk first. Get it out of the way.” It’s the most pragmatic solution, all things considered. Motivation, for when they finally get to swordplay.
Agreeing to talk is not the same thing as stepping into the spotlight, and by putting the choice in his hands Aamu has given him the chance to deflect for a while longer. ”What happened to your eyes?” Pretty as they may be, Nate knows this is not how the other man should look.
when you're bad
no one forgets
no one forgets
