- NATE -
don't you pray? don't you pray
to a cocaine jesus in a black four seater?
to a cocaine jesus in a black four seater?
Nate wasn’t looking for peace, not really. He’d been wandering along the coastline, searching for the spot Sunjata had marked out for their future home, and that alone brought with it an assured peace. This was real, they were moving on.
Even in paradise through, there seemed to be problems, problems in the form of temperamental gourds that dogged his steps, biding their time until there was enough of them actually launch an assault. Nate tried to ignore them, a cigarette dangling between his lips while he walks along the coast, Pemota hovering over his shoulder.
It’s only when he turns away from the sea that things take a turn for the worse, his group of pumpkins rushing ahead of him to bolster the ones lurking beneath Juniper. The gourds seemed to consider a moment, giving Nate the chance to stare blankly up at Juniper before they ultimately decided on the earlier, land based target.
At their most tenacious, the vampire gourds are still mere vegetables, no match for the crackling arms that spring into existence and bounce them around, leaving Nate free the split his attention between the pumpkins and the fey. He knows her, sure, could probably even summon a name if you gave him enough time, but it doesn’t stop the mistrust, the paranoia.
Even in paradise through, there seemed to be problems, problems in the form of temperamental gourds that dogged his steps, biding their time until there was enough of them actually launch an assault. Nate tried to ignore them, a cigarette dangling between his lips while he walks along the coast, Pemota hovering over his shoulder.
It’s only when he turns away from the sea that things take a turn for the worse, his group of pumpkins rushing ahead of him to bolster the ones lurking beneath Juniper. The gourds seemed to consider a moment, giving Nate the chance to stare blankly up at Juniper before they ultimately decided on the earlier, land based target.
At their most tenacious, the vampire gourds are still mere vegetables, no match for the crackling arms that spring into existence and bounce them around, leaving Nate free the split his attention between the pumpkins and the fey. He knows her, sure, could probably even summon a name if you gave him enough time, but it doesn’t stop the mistrust, the paranoia.
got a man, don't need him, but you wait
call me when you want, or just call me when you need it
call me when you want, or just call me when you need it
