- 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?
Of anything she could have said, Juniper manages to land on one of the few things that surprises Nate, that has his shoulders lowering a touch more. It’s all that keeps him shifting away from her when she lands, his hands kept flat to the ground as casually as he can manage. It’s at least more of an effort to be non threatening than he’d offered before.
He offered her another courtesy in the moment he takes to think about his words instead of snapping back reflexively. “Would the intent have mattered? If a trial did happen.” It’s a hypothetical question, for a hypothetical scenario. He is not going to get justice. Though neither will the slain fey, except maybe in the eradication of the ascended completely. His face twists, and his eyes drop from the fey to the distance over her shoulder, a furrow pinching between his brows.
“Its a nice idea.” There’s something admiring in his tone, mixed in with something deeply bitter and upset. “Maybe if the God’s didn't stick their hands in all the time, huh?”
He offered her another courtesy in the moment he takes to think about his words instead of snapping back reflexively. “Would the intent have mattered? If a trial did happen.” It’s a hypothetical question, for a hypothetical scenario. He is not going to get justice. Though neither will the slain fey, except maybe in the eradication of the ascended completely. His face twists, and his eyes drop from the fey to the distance over her shoulder, a furrow pinching between his brows.
“Its a nice idea.” There’s something admiring in his tone, mixed in with something deeply bitter and upset. “Maybe if the God’s didn't stick their hands in all the time, huh?”
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
