NATE
“It’s not wrong, but,” Nate shrugs, “It’s dumb.” A laugh huffs out him, the Demi-god less concerned that he maybe should be about stealth. It’s hard to shake off the adrenaline of the basilisk, and remember that even smaller threats are still threats. And the Climb is full of smaller threats.
Nate can’t stop the the rough quirk of his lips or the reluctant huff of amusement, too preoccupied with leaning away from Varus’ elbow. “There’s always next time. And we won’t need more than that.” He rolls his shoulders and flexes with two pairs of arms, forgetting his pledge to be as foul tempered as he could around Varus. Just to prove a point.
He doesn’t do it on purpose, but Nate starts to drift in the direction of a tunnel entrance, one that would, after a few dozen maddening twists and turns, emerge into the perfect slide into the Obsidian Cathedral. More important right now though is the fact that a cave mouth means shifting rocks, means pebbles.
Nate can’t stop the the rough quirk of his lips or the reluctant huff of amusement, too preoccupied with leaning away from Varus’ elbow. “There’s always next time. And we won’t need more than that.” He rolls his shoulders and flexes with two pairs of arms, forgetting his pledge to be as foul tempered as he could around Varus. Just to prove a point.
He doesn’t do it on purpose, but Nate starts to drift in the direction of a tunnel entrance, one that would, after a few dozen maddening twists and turns, emerge into the perfect slide into the Obsidian Cathedral. More important right now though is the fact that a cave mouth means shifting rocks, means pebbles.
Doesn't hurt enough Dot line dot on your skin
I'm denying on myself When you come knocking again
I'm denying on myself When you come knocking again
