Nathan Weller lacks wings and fur. (acrossbreed) wrote in novellalogs, @ 2018-08-03 01:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | nathan weller, scott mccall |
Who: Nathan Weller
What: Wide awake and magic-ing in the dim sky.
Where: Outside of the home.
When: Morning of August 3rd
Rating: TBA.
Status: OPEN; In progress
He didn't sleep. Couldn't. He kept thinking about what Skye said. And it hurt, it stung. It was stirring up a lot of self hatred Nathan thought he had gotten over once things settled after Tess finally knew about his heritage. Turning it off wpuld be easier, like he said. And if he knew how he would do it in a second. Why did he have to be the one to deal with this? Why had his brother gotten so lucky? Nathan's mind was racing and he carefully got out of bed, trying to keep quiet. He grabbed a sweater and threw it on before padding outside in bare feet where he sat against the low step of the porch. A tap of his foot and Nathan got up, quickly searching the ground and grabbing a rock that he used to start dragging against the pavement. He knew enough runes to procure...something. He mumbled to himself, shaking his head. "What the hell was it..." |