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Mar 27, 2015 20:51:13 GMT
Post by NATHAN SAUNDERS on Mar 27, 2015 20:51:13 GMT
at the bus station, there is nothing but foul weather and the retreating glance of the bus driver. the doors shut, and the bus itself retreats like a foot army.
nathan is more bothered by the shiver in his bones, and regrets again not bringing a coat.
cloudy mist obstructs the view of the moon, and seemed to do the same to the lampposts. nathan's good enough to pretend not to be afraid of the dark, as he walks down from higher ground into colourless sand. he walks until he stops.
he sits down, crosses his legs. the tide comes in.
nearly washes his feet.
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Mar 27, 2015 21:04:45 GMT
Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2015 21:04:45 GMT
tara shouldn't be driving. her car is parked just a little bit too far onto the sand, and she's kinda happy, which is an indicator itself of the weirdness. it's probably the drugs— no shit, sherlock.as if seeing a mirage in the desert, nathan is there, and she remembers why she's here. she takes off her socks and shoes, hopping over to him, hopscotch. "gonna turn into a werewolf?"NATHAN SAUNDERS |
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Mar 27, 2015 21:10:02 GMT
Post by NATHAN SAUNDERS on Mar 27, 2015 21:10:02 GMT
it'd be impossible to miss the sounds of the motor, and if it isn't tara's car, then he thinks tonight is the night is he going to be murdered for witnessing a body disposal.
but of course, it's tara.
he physically turns to her, stares, pats the space next to him.
"my eyes are probably red," nathan shrugs. "so probably." he is still, a little too quiet and a little too stoic.
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Mar 27, 2015 21:17:56 GMT
Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2015 21:17:56 GMT
she sits down next to nathan, takes her cigarettes out of her pocket and lights one. sweet, shitty aftertaste. smoke in the lungs was therapeutic. "if you're a werewolf, i'm a vampire," she laughs, though it's more of a sigh. "find us a human to have a sexless threeway with. just imagine." she scrunches up her nose and stretches her legs out in front of her, in the water. the sting on her pinky toe lets her know of a cut or something, but she doesn't really care. gonna get infected and die, dude. whatever. big deal. NATHAN SAUNDERS |
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Mar 27, 2015 21:24:26 GMT
Post by NATHAN SAUNDERS on Mar 27, 2015 21:24:26 GMT
he takes one of her cigs and lights after she does. it warms him a little. smoke stretches into the air, a haze.
"why should i have a threeway without the sex?" he smirks, laughs with a breath. "you'd make a hot vampire though. drain me right now, wouldn't mind." his words seem to sink off into the sea, his gaze lost in that direction as he takes another drag.
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Mar 27, 2015 21:31:57 GMT
Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2015 21:31:57 GMT
"is that all im good for?" she asks, trying to to blow smoke in his face but missing and blowing it to his shoulder instead. figures; her perception's a little warped at the moment. "sucking the life out of you?"her face falls and she looks at nathan. "you probably deserve better." and all she can picture is pressing her foot on the pedal, out of montreal, away from the best and worst things in her life. NATHAN SAUNDERS |
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Mar 27, 2015 21:38:35 GMT
Post by NATHAN SAUNDERS on Mar 27, 2015 21:38:35 GMT
"that's not what i meant."
his gaze doesn't weaver.
"i don't." he says. once for her. "i don't." once for himself. he sighs heavily, takes another drag.
he tilts his head to look at her. warped and a little coy.
"you're the best i can have and better than my dreams." he's careless, trips over his words. he runs his tongue across his teeth. "you seem to forget that."
this time, he manages to blow cigarette smoke directly into her face.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2015 21:47:16 GMT
she wants to curl up in a shell and rot there, forever, like loki imprisoned with his lover and forced to endure chinese water torture. how poison and irritation, what a nice combination. sigh. breathe in the smoke. "no, you know what, fuck that." she puts out her cig on her pants, stands up and flicks it into the water where it washes up right back by her feet. infuriating. she stomps in the water until it's halfway up her calves, turns around to look at him. "i'm not fit to be the best." the hiss of the water says selfish, selfish and it's starting to feel as if little fish are nibbling at her feet. she wants to giggle but her throat feels like bile. "i'm sorry." she frowns. "get in the water with me."NATHAN SAUNDERS |
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Mar 27, 2015 21:54:38 GMT
Post by NATHAN SAUNDERS on Mar 27, 2015 21:54:38 GMT
his voice hitches, makes a noise that doesn't mean anything and all of a sudden he's down on his back, staring at a cold, starless sky and wishing he was somewhere else. his heart is heavy, his chest, as if entire buildings just fell apart and piled up on top of him.
he thinks of hospitals, he sees hospitals, nothing but hospitals, iv lines and the smell of bleach. white on white on white on white. on white.
the back of his head covers his eyes, and the other reaches out. his voice trembles.
"drag me in." is all he says.
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Mar 27, 2015 22:05:03 GMT
Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2015 22:05:03 GMT
she sloshes out of the water, grabs his hand and feels scales running down her arms, her legs, seawater finding it's way into nathan's bloodstream and his lungs. she watches him drown right in front of her, and she blinks and he's normal, hand in front of his eyes like a kid afraid of the dark. she thinks herself a siren dragging sailors down into the depths. "it's fine." she says. it's fine it's fine it's fine. nathan is okay, he has to be, he's going to be okay. it's her job. she fucking sucks at it, but it's her job. otherwise, what else is there? tug, tug. it's fine. she's repeating herself. it's starting to scare her, nathan and his woe and the things she's seeing. NATHAN SAUNDERS |
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