- NATE -
Got my own monster
Nobody but me
Nobody but me
“Well even you would have to admit, it’s a big coincidence that both buildings were targeted the same night.” Nate somehow even manages a humourless chuckle to go along with his words. Of course Deimos had done it. The alternative was there was more than one person out there aiming for their backs, that they had no idea who or why.
Well, look who found his newest late night obsession.
When he speaks again, there is more of a tremble in Nate’s voice, his teeth snapping closed too quick on the heels of the words. “You came here willingly and confessed to an attempted murder Hotaru, I could hold you for a lot longer than a week.” There is a heavy finality in Nate’s tone, something that begs for no more arguments. He can’t hold himself on so calm a platform if he has to devote energy to arguing. “It’s just enough time to get our timeline right, make sure we have the full picture.” Like this, Nate sounds almost placating, his hands out as if he’s trying to calm some feral beast.
Shoulders roll back as Nate sits up, a brow cocking in his ex-wife’s direction. “I never said we were done with him. We didn’t have enough evidence to bother Morgan, but now,” the clipboard lifts, one of his knuckles rapping against it, “We have everything we need to decide on a more suitable punishment.” Nodding, Nate draws in a sigh that he doesn’t release and casts his eye around the cell, the first time his gaze has lifted from her since he arrived. “Honestly, I’m less concerned he’s going to vanish from where he is. He doesn’t have the track record you do.”
Well, look who found his newest late night obsession.
When he speaks again, there is more of a tremble in Nate’s voice, his teeth snapping closed too quick on the heels of the words. “You came here willingly and confessed to an attempted murder Hotaru, I could hold you for a lot longer than a week.” There is a heavy finality in Nate’s tone, something that begs for no more arguments. He can’t hold himself on so calm a platform if he has to devote energy to arguing. “It’s just enough time to get our timeline right, make sure we have the full picture.” Like this, Nate sounds almost placating, his hands out as if he’s trying to calm some feral beast.
Shoulders roll back as Nate sits up, a brow cocking in his ex-wife’s direction. “I never said we were done with him. We didn’t have enough evidence to bother Morgan, but now,” the clipboard lifts, one of his knuckles rapping against it, “We have everything we need to decide on a more suitable punishment.” Nodding, Nate draws in a sigh that he doesn’t release and casts his eye around the cell, the first time his gaze has lifted from her since he arrived. “Honestly, I’m less concerned he’s going to vanish from where he is. He doesn’t have the track record you do.”
I would never call him enemy
He's the bad god I need
He's the bad god I need
