- NATE -
there's a great unknown from you to me
& when your prayer's unheard and you don't believe
& when your prayer's unheard and you don't believe
“Every year.” Nate laughs, rough and deep. “My old man used to go out to god only knows where and come back with some tree he cut down himself. I think he stole them outta parks and shit.” It was about the only holiday minded thing he did, and only on the years he was actually around, but hey, details, right? Sunjata doesn’t need them. “There was the decorating, and presents, and movies. We visited family too. It was like… the one time of the year we all kinda wanted to be around each other.” Nate laughs roughly, shaking his head.
Decorations are passed from hand to hand to hand to hand, static arms settling the ornaments where Sunjata pointed. The electricity seems to bother them even less than Nate’s true arms, though the static pops and crackles with every touch, losing the frequency for a moment. It’s only when he tries to set the bauble on the bottommost branch Sunjata has indicated that the tree seems to take offense, snatching the branch out of tech and keeping it dancing until Nate gives up trying to chase it with a huff, glancing back over his shoulder at Sunjata.
Decorations are passed from hand to hand to hand to hand, static arms settling the ornaments where Sunjata pointed. The electricity seems to bother them even less than Nate’s true arms, though the static pops and crackles with every touch, losing the frequency for a moment. It’s only when he tries to set the bauble on the bottommost branch Sunjata has indicated that the tree seems to take offense, snatching the branch out of tech and keeping it dancing until Nate gives up trying to chase it with a huff, glancing back over his shoulder at Sunjata.
so put your faith in the devil and the deep blue sea
put your trust in the light that you cannot see
put your trust in the light that you cannot see
