Nathan Turner (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} war__torn) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} city_limits,@ 2009-07-22 20:22:00 |
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Language Barrier (Nathan's Epilogue)
January 1st 2015
Paris, France
Dusk
One unconscious wish later and distance suddenly ceased to matter.
He'd gone to him or he'd come for him, Nathan was a little vague on the details.
Not that they mattered.
He was exactly where he wanted to be, even if he still couldn't speak the language for the unlife of him.
Christopher assured him that in time it would come as naturally to him as drinking blood had.
Nathan wasn't so sure.
His sire was always the more optimistic one.
Chicago was a memory, nothing more and nothing less.
He'd played his part, for all the good that it did.
He was home.
That was all that really mattered.