NATE
Any night that works turns out to be exactly that. There’s no fanfare, no preceding letter to warn of his coming, Nate had simply slipped away with a ’Just need to take of something tonight, I’ll be back by dawn.’ and a kiss, and he slips out of the portal into the freezing night of Halo with just as much subtlety.
Pemota drifts around him, a glittering asteroid caught in his gravity while suspicious blue eyes glance around, looking for any sign of life, Neron or otherwise. Nate shifts his shoulders under his coat, the borrowed garment not quite broad enough for him.
With no immediate sign of anything, Nate starts walking, slowly, casually, a soft but jaunty whistle on his lips. He’s meandering vaguely in the direction of Snowcloak, the strongholds lights glittering in the distance on such a clear night, though he expects to be stopped long before he gets anywhere close.
Pemota drifts around him, a glittering asteroid caught in his gravity while suspicious blue eyes glance around, looking for any sign of life, Neron or otherwise. Nate shifts his shoulders under his coat, the borrowed garment not quite broad enough for him.
With no immediate sign of anything, Nate starts walking, slowly, casually, a soft but jaunty whistle on his lips. He’s meandering vaguely in the direction of Snowcloak, the strongholds lights glittering in the distance on such a clear night, though he expects to be stopped long before he gets anywhere close.
What's the drive in being alive if you don't know where you are?
What's the fun in getting drunk if you can’t take it too far?
What's the fun in getting drunk if you can’t take it too far?
