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fandomtownies2014-05-04 01:54 pm
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the preserve: sunday afternoon
He'd still been alive when he'd woken up.
There was quiet in his head and sun on his face when he'd finally opened his eyes. Nathan had stayed sprawled on the comfy bed of moss and grass, eyes taking in the unfamiliar trees and the clouds passing through the sky. It wasn't Wales but he was alive and that was all he could ask for right now.
Well, maybe being alive and having Gabriel back. He'd take that too. With a groan, Nathan sat up and scooted back to comfortably fit himself against a large tree. He finally took off the gloves and scarf and sunglasses. The inky black of the tattoos on his wrist and finger were still there. The journey across oceans hadn't dulled that and he wondered if the magic contained in the tattoos would somehow allow the Hunters to track him.
Nathan rubbed his scarred wrist slowly and closed his eyes, breathing in the air. He'd have to figure out a way to get a change of clothes and some food. He had little money when he'd gone into the portal and figured that getting a job was right out. He didn't want anything to feel too permanent. There seemed to be plenty of people to nick things from and sell later on. He'd find a few fain and steal some wallets and be done with the need for money temporarily.
Right now, Nathan felt the strongest he'd felt in a very long time. It was easy to forget that Rose was dead, the Fairborn was lost, Gabriel was missing, and his father was out there, watching and judging. Nathan stretched his legs out and let the sun warm him.
[Open should anyone be out in the Preserve, of course]
There was quiet in his head and sun on his face when he'd finally opened his eyes. Nathan had stayed sprawled on the comfy bed of moss and grass, eyes taking in the unfamiliar trees and the clouds passing through the sky. It wasn't Wales but he was alive and that was all he could ask for right now.
Well, maybe being alive and having Gabriel back. He'd take that too. With a groan, Nathan sat up and scooted back to comfortably fit himself against a large tree. He finally took off the gloves and scarf and sunglasses. The inky black of the tattoos on his wrist and finger were still there. The journey across oceans hadn't dulled that and he wondered if the magic contained in the tattoos would somehow allow the Hunters to track him.
Nathan rubbed his scarred wrist slowly and closed his eyes, breathing in the air. He'd have to figure out a way to get a change of clothes and some food. He had little money when he'd gone into the portal and figured that getting a job was right out. He didn't want anything to feel too permanent. There seemed to be plenty of people to nick things from and sell later on. He'd find a few fain and steal some wallets and be done with the need for money temporarily.
Right now, Nathan felt the strongest he'd felt in a very long time. It was easy to forget that Rose was dead, the Fairborn was lost, Gabriel was missing, and his father was out there, watching and judging. Nathan stretched his legs out and let the sun warm him.
[Open should anyone be out in the Preserve, of course]