you swallowed my heart and fled, but I want it back now, baby
"No?" There's the edge of a laugh in Nate's voice, his head shaking. He throws a look over his shoulder, eyes bright even in the dim light of the caves, Pemota's glittering, refracted light still throwing dancing patterns along the walls. "I think you could off something sparkly. Y'know, in that scary as shit, boss kinda way."
He's turned away again, missing the disappointment but feeling his own as he finally frees the gem he'd been fighting with, shorter than he'd wanted. "We'll get him found. We know where he is, and... someone has to know what to do at this point, right?" Sam, presumably, but who knows.
Wessex's question has Nate turning to face her properly, brows lifting in a silent question. He takes a moment before he answers, working something over his head and then grinning. "Whatcha need it for?" He asks, slipping his freed gem into his pocket and sauntering closer to his fellow demi-god, wrist already lifting to be offered out.
He's turned away again, missing the disappointment but feeling his own as he finally frees the gem he'd been fighting with, shorter than he'd wanted. "We'll get him found. We know where he is, and... someone has to know what to do at this point, right?" Sam, presumably, but who knows.
Wessex's question has Nate turning to face her properly, brows lifting in a silent question. He takes a moment before he answers, working something over his head and then grinning. "Whatcha need it for?" He asks, slipping his freed gem into his pocket and sauntering closer to his fellow demi-god, wrist already lifting to be offered out.
NATE
