LOCKE
"Let's just say I have a hunch, alright?" He's not in the mood for that kind of conflict right now. And honestly he just wants all of that behind him. The sooner he can forget about Maeve and Sunjata, the better honestly. But the topic seems over and he's glad for that too. He's tired of shit being messy.
He gives Nate a little grin, shrugging his shoulders. "You don't even know what I can do with my mouth, Nate. It's like.. My secret weapon." Maybe one day but that requires more effort than he's willing to properly think about right now.
"M'fine, Nate, I really am. Aurelia is too." He feels bad, that he couldn't do more. That he doesn't have answers for him. Locke reaches up, patting the side of Nate's face in some attempt at comforting him. It's probably not the best but it's fine. "It could have been worse and it wasn't. Gotta be thankful for that. Can't let yourself drown in 'what if's or whatever."
"You think I don't mind attention?" He hates it actually but he's playing a part, alright? "And I think, just going out on a limb, that the Wren Society is a little more important than a boxing ring. Jus' sayin'." His voice pitches up and he shrugs, rolling his shoulders. He means it though. He drops his hand back to his side, tucking it into his pockets. Because he's awkward.
He steps back, giving himself space and doing a little wiggle. It's still kind of exciting okay. And then he shifts and he's full on cat, a low growl reverberating through his chest. His claws dig into the dark sand before he takes a few slow steps closer to Nate. Another pause and he rubs against the other man like a proper house cat, if house cats were 200 pounds.
He gives Nate a little grin, shrugging his shoulders. "You don't even know what I can do with my mouth, Nate. It's like.. My secret weapon." Maybe one day but that requires more effort than he's willing to properly think about right now.
"M'fine, Nate, I really am. Aurelia is too." He feels bad, that he couldn't do more. That he doesn't have answers for him. Locke reaches up, patting the side of Nate's face in some attempt at comforting him. It's probably not the best but it's fine. "It could have been worse and it wasn't. Gotta be thankful for that. Can't let yourself drown in 'what if's or whatever."
"You think I don't mind attention?" He hates it actually but he's playing a part, alright? "And I think, just going out on a limb, that the Wren Society is a little more important than a boxing ring. Jus' sayin'." His voice pitches up and he shrugs, rolling his shoulders. He means it though. He drops his hand back to his side, tucking it into his pockets. Because he's awkward.
He steps back, giving himself space and doing a little wiggle. It's still kind of exciting okay. And then he shifts and he's full on cat, a low growl reverberating through his chest. His claws dig into the dark sand before he takes a few slow steps closer to Nate. Another pause and he rubs against the other man like a proper house cat, if house cats were 200 pounds.
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
