|Nicanor Perez Soto (nahual_nic) wrote in tiberiusswann,|
@ 2012-05-07 13:21:00
|Entry tags:||linc, lincoln, nic, nicanor|
Tuesday May 12th 2009
Who: Nicanor and Lincoln
What: Going out drinking
Where: Downtown Danvers
There was so much confliction with this meeting that Nic didn't know what to feel about it. He remained very quiet as he got dressed and shaved his face, and checked his neck for any signs of scarring. There was none, but the older wounds, the faint lines of previous injury, were still there. The healers hadn't taken those away. This only brought more conflict into Nic's mind. Seeing those scars reminded him of what Linc really was, of how he truly felt about the supers. But in his heart, Nic felt differently. There was something about the other man that wasn't poisoned, that had been exposed and it was delicate, fragile. Almost innocent. It was that notion that wouldn't let Nic dismiss this so easily.
Clean shaven, smelling fresh and in clean clothes (save for the old, weather worn, incredibly beaten leather jacket), Nic came out to the parking lot to meet Linc. The man was standing by his truck, as promised, looking... Nic did not know what. "Hello," he said with a small, unsure smile.