NATE
Gems in the Climb, get it yourself. It’s a dark mantra Nate’s been mumbling under his breath as he wanders caverns, getting himself hopelessly lost. There are places he thinks he might almost remember, a path that might lead into the Obsidian Cathedral, and the shrine hovering there, but he knows that he won’t find what he wants that way.
Pemota hovers close to his shoulder, opposite to the crossbow that’s strapped to his back. Gods only know what you’d find in a molten hell hole, even underground. There’s no such thing as too careful here. Nate pulls his jacket tighter around himself and chooses another direction at random, echoed whispers and twinkling light announcing his presence long before he actually arrives in the sparkling cavern.
”Well fuck me.” Honestly, he’d thought Deimos had been fucking with him, saying anything to get him to fuck off, maybe to get offed. But here it was. Now all he has to do is pick out a diamond, and he’ll be bifocal again in no time.
Celebration will have to wait though, because no sooner does that triumphant thought cross his mind than he sees someone else, a shape in the sparkling darkness, and his hand lifts to grab the stick of his crossbow. ”Who’s there?”
Pemota hovers close to his shoulder, opposite to the crossbow that’s strapped to his back. Gods only know what you’d find in a molten hell hole, even underground. There’s no such thing as too careful here. Nate pulls his jacket tighter around himself and chooses another direction at random, echoed whispers and twinkling light announcing his presence long before he actually arrives in the sparkling cavern.
”Well fuck me.” Honestly, he’d thought Deimos had been fucking with him, saying anything to get him to fuck off, maybe to get offed. But here it was. Now all he has to do is pick out a diamond, and he’ll be bifocal again in no time.
Celebration will have to wait though, because no sooner does that triumphant thought cross his mind than he sees someone else, a shape in the sparkling darkness, and his hand lifts to grab the stick of his crossbow. ”Who’s there?”
didn't know i'd be so late
drinking all night, numbing that shame
drinking all night, numbing that shame
