NATE
Excitement ripples through Nate, through the bond, a feline tongue coming out to lick at his chops, the only action he gets to take before they’re clashing again. This is what he’d been looking for, what he’d been trying to get fighting his shadow in the sun. He lets the growl that leaves Locke fuel him, Nate’s own teeth sinking in somewhere around the Jaguars shoulder while they roll. Nate retreats again when he’s kicked, once again circling and considering his options.
So who changed you sweetheart? Nate growls, trying to distract Locke as much as he’s trying to goad him into fighting harder. Who brought out the beast, huh? There’s something dangerous in his silent tone, claws menacing Locke’s chest, threatening to press too hard.
So who changed you sweetheart? Nate growls, trying to distract Locke as much as he’s trying to goad him into fighting harder. Who brought out the beast, huh? There’s something dangerous in his silent tone, claws menacing Locke’s chest, threatening to press too hard.
Let’s admit, without apology,
what we do to each other
what we do to each other
