NATE
Don't come over and don't be too good to me
I'm not proud of it, please, but i want it to sting
I'm not proud of it, please, but i want it to sting
This is what’s called a Pyrrhic victory. It wasn’t worth it. It wasn’t what he wanted. He doesn’t regret it. Truth be told, it will probably happen again. It probably should have happened earlier. He wonders if its unfair that he hasn’t even felt it, whichever had been the killing blow.
Wessex is going to kill him.
Scales shed away to skin, and the ground rushes up, an inevitability that Nate keeps his eyes wide open for. With the last gasp of breath in his lungs, he laughs, giddy and hysterical and stolen away by the wind, and then by his own lack of oxygen.
Sunjata will understand.
He thinks it’s unfair that he won’t feel the impact, but he’s gone before he even finishes falling, the wet thud and crunch of his body a blank final page in a sad story no one will read.
Wessex is going to kill him.
Scales shed away to skin, and the ground rushes up, an inevitability that Nate keeps his eyes wide open for. With the last gasp of breath in his lungs, he laughs, giddy and hysterical and stolen away by the wind, and then by his own lack of oxygen.
Sunjata will understand.
He thinks it’s unfair that he won’t feel the impact, but he’s gone before he even finishes falling, the wet thud and crunch of his body a blank final page in a sad story no one will read.
warm blood, baby, fuck a little separation, why should i deny myself
god, i'm unwell, must be a weak man, hurts like hell, just what i needed
god, i'm unwell, must be a weak man, hurts like hell, just what i needed
