Nathan Tarn (nathanofthelake) wrote in britannia_ny, @ 2009-08-20 16:50:00 |
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Current location: | Of The Lake |
Current mood: | worried |
Current music: | Adele ~ Chasing Pavements |
Entry tags: | enfys walters, nathan tarn |
Reunions (Closed RP)
It wasn't often anymore that Nathan was left shaken. At first, after that initial meeting with Arthur, it seemed every few minutes he was thinking of something, remembering something, feeling something that gave him pause. The urges, he'd lived with most of his life. Those he was used to. This, though, this town, this place, these people, they were something all together different. Arthur especially, he'd thought. Arthur most of all.
He'd had no damn idea what he was talking about. The tremors of the past he'd felt with Arthur were ripples in a pond compared to the tidal wave that was Enfys. Nathan knew Arthur, of course he did. Arthur elicited a certain set of responses - worry and exasperation, fondness that bordered on love, anger and guilt and fear. Complex, yes, but not unfathomable. With Enfys, though, Nathan had been more than certain he was going to explode, was on the very edge of flying apart, because human bodies were not meant to hold that much emotion all at once. It'd hit him like a jolt and left him wounded, raw, trembling and wanting to escape.
In the end, he had. He'd fled, shoring himself up in his shop again, in the safest haven he had within walking distance. Nathan didn't want to see Jim, not yet. Not until he could either wrap his brain around what had happened or, more likely, pushed it aside enough for it to not matter.
Pulling out the long beams of wood he'd planed and smoothed from the split tree at the lake, Nathan settled himself in. No electric tools, not yet. He wanted to work with his hands, with nothing between himself and the wood. Sitting at a table, brow knit in concentration, Nathan began to carve. What was forming under his hands he was barely even aware of. It didn't matter. The act of it was soothing and it allowed Nathan to find a space outside of his own head, where girls with fiery hair and a familiar smile couldn't muddle him to the point of losing his way.