you swallowed my heart and fled, but I want it back now, baby
The Climb is the last place Nate wants to be, and yet he finds himself drawn there more and more, especially lately. This time at least is soemthing selfish, something he’s choosing. Good choices aren’t exactly something he’s good at, after all.
It doesn’t help that the twisted molten labyrinth beneath is... well, a labyrinth, the paths he should know wavering and shifting in his head, making any trip take twice as long. He knows there’s a cavern glittering with gems somewhere, and it takes him twice as long to find it as he remembers, Pemota not at all helping.
His approach isn’t subtle, Nate not bothering to hide his footsteps, and only stopping the whistle on his lips long when he hears the laugh echoing towards him. It’s human, at least, enough of a rarity in a place like this that he doesn’t worry about turning back.
Finding Wessex all alone in the bowels of the earth is a surprise, but honestly? It’s not the strangest thing Nate’s ever happened upon. The guilt that bubble up in his chest is stranger, the doctor lingering near the mouth of the cavern while Pemota rushes ahead, prodding gently at Loki with her horn. “Hey.” He says finally, working his jaw around the single syllable like he could break it down more with enough effort.
It doesn’t help that the twisted molten labyrinth beneath is... well, a labyrinth, the paths he should know wavering and shifting in his head, making any trip take twice as long. He knows there’s a cavern glittering with gems somewhere, and it takes him twice as long to find it as he remembers, Pemota not at all helping.
His approach isn’t subtle, Nate not bothering to hide his footsteps, and only stopping the whistle on his lips long when he hears the laugh echoing towards him. It’s human, at least, enough of a rarity in a place like this that he doesn’t worry about turning back.
Finding Wessex all alone in the bowels of the earth is a surprise, but honestly? It’s not the strangest thing Nate’s ever happened upon. The guilt that bubble up in his chest is stranger, the doctor lingering near the mouth of the cavern while Pemota rushes ahead, prodding gently at Loki with her horn. “Hey.” He says finally, working his jaw around the single syllable like he could break it down more with enough effort.
NATE
