you see, i take the parts that i remember and stitch them back together
It's the second time he's been to the Spire for the same reason, though this time Nate at least brought his own extra hands. The sun had only just barely begun to set when he'd marched through the portal, towards the crumbling once-prison, his sleeves rolled up as darkness falls more completely around him.
He is the stark picture of a man falling apart. Motionless, save for the hands that fiddle with a match book. A smoke hangs from his lips, unlit, but not quite as forgotten as the one behind his ear. Old habits don’t bring the comfort he seeks, and it’s clear he can’t decide if they’re even worth the effort to pursue.
Pemota drifts around him, a spotlight on the newly minted Demi-god, offering her own kind of peace in a veil of starry lights. Behind him, mostly hidden by the mostly intact walls, holographic arms pick through pieces of obsidian, sorting through shards to find the sturdiest feeling pieces, and providing a soundtrack of clattering rocks.
He is the stark picture of a man falling apart. Motionless, save for the hands that fiddle with a match book. A smoke hangs from his lips, unlit, but not quite as forgotten as the one behind his ear. Old habits don’t bring the comfort he seeks, and it’s clear he can’t decide if they’re even worth the effort to pursue.
Pemota drifts around him, a spotlight on the newly minted Demi-god, offering her own kind of peace in a veil of starry lights. Behind him, mostly hidden by the mostly intact walls, holographic arms pick through pieces of obsidian, sorting through shards to find the sturdiest feeling pieces, and providing a soundtrack of clattering rocks.
to make a creature that will do what i say
or love me back
NATE
