- NATE -
Why you don't got any questions?
How you know that this is real?
How you know that this is real?
Deimos is a hard man to read at the best of times, but right now Nate can’t be bothered to even put in the Fort to try. He just stares, blankly, angrily, first at the general, and then, as his ex lovers name slipped from the hulking man, out towards the water, his jaw feathering. ”Oh.” It’s all that leaves him, simple, heavy, but not quite as final as the nod that follows it. Nate bites back the urge to ask after her, to see if she’s alright. He knows the answer to that question, knows that it’s no, as surely as it’s his own answer.
Worrying about disturbing something is a foresight Nate doesn’t have the time for right now, not as he reaches to grab another stone and skip it along the water, along himself for a breath in the game. Perhaps, if he weren’t distracted by the words, by his slow turn towards the other man, sharp eyes would spot the slow bubbles breaking the surface of the water, but he’s already turned to offer Deimos a sharp, short grin. ”Do you uh, think I could ask another favour of you?” The question forces it’s way in between conversation beats, between the one levelled back at him.
A shrug rolls over his shoulders like water. ”As far as I know, we were successful.” Of course, he’d been busy around the time the Voice would have announced it, a fact that’s not really either here or there, that’s definitely not the other man’s business. ”I guess we won’t know for sure until next Longnight though.”
Worrying about disturbing something is a foresight Nate doesn’t have the time for right now, not as he reaches to grab another stone and skip it along the water, along himself for a breath in the game. Perhaps, if he weren’t distracted by the words, by his slow turn towards the other man, sharp eyes would spot the slow bubbles breaking the surface of the water, but he’s already turned to offer Deimos a sharp, short grin. ”Do you uh, think I could ask another favour of you?” The question forces it’s way in between conversation beats, between the one levelled back at him.
A shrug rolls over his shoulders like water. ”As far as I know, we were successful.” Of course, he’d been busy around the time the Voice would have announced it, a fact that’s not really either here or there, that’s definitely not the other man’s business. ”I guess we won’t know for sure until next Longnight though.”
I am feeling such oppression
You can't tell me how to feel
You can't tell me how to feel
