- NATE -
Why you don't got any questions?
How you know that this is real?
How you know that this is real?
Nate resists the urge to cover up the shame of having to ask for something with irritation. It never works out in his favour, and something tells him that out of anyone, Deimos will not tolerate his bullshit. Swallowing and looking away, the doctor lets his gaze sink further into the ground, his voice rough and quiet when it comes. ”Need it for a new eye.” A simple explanation, followed by the loud clearing of his throat, Nate shifting and looking around. ”I’ll pay it back, somehow. Obviously.”
The mist doesn’t seem to draw so much as it solidifies, the graceful, spindly shape of a horse growing clear. The beast is a pale white, it’s mane and tail both matted and grey where they drag in the water below it. Pawing at the surface of the water with a leg that seems too soundly to support the weight of its body, the horse turns its head towards the pair of them on the shore, fathomless black eyes standing out among all the white.
The mist doesn’t seem to draw so much as it solidifies, the graceful, spindly shape of a horse growing clear. The beast is a pale white, it’s mane and tail both matted and grey where they drag in the water below it. Pawing at the surface of the water with a leg that seems too soundly to support the weight of its body, the horse turns its head towards the pair of them on the shore, fathomless black eyes standing out among all the white.
I am feeling such oppression
You can't tell me how to feel
You can't tell me how to feel
