- NATE -
Creature of elusiveness
Nightlife exclusive fix
Nightlife exclusive fix
Nates arm snakes out to wrap around Locke’s shoulders and pull him close, a conspiratorial grin on his face. “Aren’t you lucky you got a friend like me then, to help you forget all about it?” There's more than a little tease in the words, Nate slipping away again like water, his keenly focused on the other man. Even when he drinks, his tongue slipping out to clean his lips afterwards, his eyes are glued to Locke.
At least until their bubble of latent tension is popped by the arrival of the gourds. As irritated as Locke seems to be, Nate is elated, lashing out with false arms to aim gourds at trees, and, more than once, towards the attuned. Nothing wrong with playing with them a little bit, right?
At least until their bubble of latent tension is popped by the arrival of the gourds. As irritated as Locke seems to be, Nate is elated, lashing out with false arms to aim gourds at trees, and, more than once, towards the attuned. Nothing wrong with playing with them a little bit, right?
Tourniquets of velvet ropes
My four-finger crucifix
My four-finger crucifix
