- NATE -
Why you don't got any questions?
How you know that this is real?
How you know that this is real?
There’s no reason to think he’s left alone because of Deimos. Maybe the fucking flies just got sick of his flailing, maybe they had gotten their fill of whatever it was they were leeching off him. Maybe they’d be back, with more.
”You have?” Again, Nate tries and fails to keep all of the edge out of his voice. His one good eye narrows at Deimos, his jaw working as he grinds his teeth. Of course the Sword had heard, why wouldn’t he have? Nate is dimly aware of the connection between him and Hotaru, though not enough to connect the two pieces together. His life is a fucking soap opera though, it only makes sense people know.
He doesn’t want to talk about it. Doesn’t want to acknowledge it at all.
So he doesn’t. Instead, Nate heaves a sigh, enjoying the peace of his insect free life, and looks towards the water. Without warning, he crouches down, reaching blindly for a stone that he turns over in his hand. ”I uh, I owe you a thanks.” A free hand tugs at the jacket by way of explanation. ”Worked like a charm.” The rock is thrown out across the lake, skipping a handful of times before disappearing into the mist, even the sound fading eerily.
”You have?” Again, Nate tries and fails to keep all of the edge out of his voice. His one good eye narrows at Deimos, his jaw working as he grinds his teeth. Of course the Sword had heard, why wouldn’t he have? Nate is dimly aware of the connection between him and Hotaru, though not enough to connect the two pieces together. His life is a fucking soap opera though, it only makes sense people know.
He doesn’t want to talk about it. Doesn’t want to acknowledge it at all.
So he doesn’t. Instead, Nate heaves a sigh, enjoying the peace of his insect free life, and looks towards the water. Without warning, he crouches down, reaching blindly for a stone that he turns over in his hand. ”I uh, I owe you a thanks.” A free hand tugs at the jacket by way of explanation. ”Worked like a charm.” The rock is thrown out across the lake, skipping a handful of times before disappearing into the mist, even the sound fading eerily.
I am feeling such oppression
You can't tell me how to feel
You can't tell me how to feel
