engage with the pain as a motive, today of all days, see
Nate shifts uncomfortably, all of this making him uneasy. The next instructions come, in a way, and leave him considering his jar between worried glances at Azrael and Nikolai. He gets their their attention before he starts, his voice as stern as he can manage, and not a trace of a grin on his face. “For my sanity I want you two to stay close, okay?” As quickly as it came on, the seriousness drops away, replaced by a grin that’s thrown towards his husband.
The jar is opened and the snow dumped into Nate’s hands, his brows waggling as he gets to work, doing his best to tune out the crowd without dropping his guard. A delicate balance that he does not creep along gracefully. The best thing, huh? I got it, this... it’s fuckin’ child’s play. The brag is quick to fall from his proverbial lips, but whatever he’s attempting to make falling apart even quicker. A snow sculpter he is not.
Nate tries and fails horribly to make a Sunjata snowman
The jar is opened and the snow dumped into Nate’s hands, his brows waggling as he gets to work, doing his best to tune out the crowd without dropping his guard. A delicate balance that he does not creep along gracefully. The best thing, huh? I got it, this... it’s fuckin’ child’s play. The brag is quick to fall from his proverbial lips, but whatever he’s attempting to make falling apart even quicker. A snow sculpter he is not.
Nate tries and fails horribly to make a Sunjata snowman
how the most dangerous thing is to love
how you will heal and you'll rise above
NATE
