[Nate doesn't mean to wander, but Jesus Christ, if this event thing wasn't so intent on putting him under like two whole bottles of raki with a vengeance, he'd have more say in the matter.
He ends up on a beach.
Boots sinking into the soft sand and the quiet sound of the surf lapping against the shore, blessed heat from the sun, palm trees, a house. It feels familiar and not, like it's something he might have dreamed up in his spare time as the ideal arrangement - it's not that he doesn't like New Orleans, but living on water that isn't brackish or questionably sanitary doesn't appeal as much as this.]
Whoa.
[Nate follows a well-worn path in the sparse grass at the edge of a low dune to the stairs of a wide porch, comfortable and expansive, and turns before setting a foot on the first step at the sound of Elena's voice.
She's sitting on a blanket, painfully beautiful in the sunlight, grinning at something she's just placed at her side.]
hey i'm ready to die i mean uh. cry.
He ends up on a beach.
Boots sinking into the soft sand and the quiet sound of the surf lapping against the shore, blessed heat from the sun, palm trees, a house. It feels familiar and not, like it's something he might have dreamed up in his spare time as the ideal arrangement - it's not that he doesn't like New Orleans, but living on water that isn't brackish or questionably sanitary doesn't appeal as much as this.]
Whoa.
[Nate follows a well-worn path in the sparse grass at the edge of a low dune to the stairs of a wide porch, comfortable and expansive, and turns before setting a foot on the first step at the sound of Elena's voice.
She's sitting on a blanket, painfully beautiful in the sunlight, grinning at something she's just placed at her side.]
...Honey?