- NATE -
do you feel at home? your flames are burning higher
your circumstance is dire, don't panic. you're frantic
your circumstance is dire, don't panic. you're frantic
Locke earns himself a hearty wave, a bright grin, but truth be told, Nate’s eyes are on Melita. She’d avoided them, him, all season, and now she just sauntered up without so much as a wave? It hurts.
He’s tugged out of his one sided staring match not by the choice that open to them like the delicate petals of a flower, but by Sunjata bumping into him, demanding attention. Shaking his head, Nate glances towards the howling, toward stage paths that have opened, and nods. Branches. He agrees, glad for the chance to stay close to his niece, to Locke.
A bubble of laughter leaves him as they head off, Sunjata in a form that’s far easier to press a good luck kiss against than the dragon is. Nate uses his extra arms for balance, keeping pace with his husband and trying to keep Melita in sight, if nothing else.
Nate chooses branches, and uses his extra arms to keep himself well balanced
He’s tugged out of his one sided staring match not by the choice that open to them like the delicate petals of a flower, but by Sunjata bumping into him, demanding attention. Shaking his head, Nate glances towards the howling, toward stage paths that have opened, and nods. Branches. He agrees, glad for the chance to stay close to his niece, to Locke.
A bubble of laughter leaves him as they head off, Sunjata in a form that’s far easier to press a good luck kiss against than the dragon is. Nate uses his extra arms for balance, keeping pace with his husband and trying to keep Melita in sight, if nothing else.
Nate chooses branches, and uses his extra arms to keep himself well balanced
this is your hell, dancing for something that was
true to you, how do you do? say it's me.
true to you, how do you do? say it's me.
