- NATE -
Got my own monster
Nobody but me
Nobody but me
"I can tell you that." Nate says in a tone that says watch me, then tilts his head to the side. "I mean, I didn't think you were the type who just walked around kissing all the boys, but I didn't think I was your first." There's a kind of stupid satisfaction that comes with the knowledge, a deep set feeling of smugness that lingers in the ascended's chest. Then, a deeper set feeling of pride, probably not the intention of the tease, but there it was.
Sunjata moves to stand with him, hands entwined, a fact Nate uses to his advantage to pull the other man in for a deep kiss, before following him towards the trees. "I'm hoping it's pirate treasure. Oh, or maybe some weird God relic." Something out of an adventure movie, though he imagines all they'll find is sand and roots, maybe some shells at best.
What was hidden by the trees wasn't anything like he expected though. A shallow pool of water, the rim of it glowing softly in the faint light of the moon. And surrounding it, holes, or at least hollows in the sand. It was hard to tell if it was the water moving in them, or if there was something moving beneath the sand, but either way Nate paused, head cocking as he stared at the strange scene. "You ever seen anything like this?" He rumbles towards the attuned, attention not leaving the holes, the shifting sand.
Sunjata moves to stand with him, hands entwined, a fact Nate uses to his advantage to pull the other man in for a deep kiss, before following him towards the trees. "I'm hoping it's pirate treasure. Oh, or maybe some weird God relic." Something out of an adventure movie, though he imagines all they'll find is sand and roots, maybe some shells at best.
What was hidden by the trees wasn't anything like he expected though. A shallow pool of water, the rim of it glowing softly in the faint light of the moon. And surrounding it, holes, or at least hollows in the sand. It was hard to tell if it was the water moving in them, or if there was something moving beneath the sand, but either way Nate paused, head cocking as he stared at the strange scene. "You ever seen anything like this?" He rumbles towards the attuned, attention not leaving the holes, the shifting sand.
I would never call him enemy
He's the bad god I need
He's the bad god I need
