fandomtownies | the preserve: friday afternoon

Last night, Nathan had dreamed of his father. It had been the same scene he'd replayed so many times since it had originally happened. Time slowing down, the snow, the excruciating pain of the bullet in his body, the three Gifts, and his father's blood. It had been the first and, thus far, last time he'd seen Marcus Edge.

But, he dreamed of him often. And when he'd woken up tucked into the curve of a tree, he'd felt a little more at peace than he had the night before. The heat wasn't too bad and the shade of the trees provided ample comfort. His shirt, shoes and socks were in a pile nearby and Nathan wasn't in any rush to dress and rejoin everyone else back at the dorms.

Nathan picked up the water he'd brought with him the night before and took a few drinks before he poured the rest on his hair and shoulders, cleaning him up and cooling him down. The water trickled down the scar on his back and he shivered. It had long healed but still seemed sensitive to any sort of touch even more so than the scar on his wrist.

Standing and stretching, Nathan scratched at the scar on the wrist and then the tattoos on his neck. With that done, Nathan bent down and dug out the cigarettes he'd shoved in one of the pockets of his pants. He stuck the cigarette in his mouth and went to light it but found he had nothing to light it with.

Well, that was brilliant. He groused quietly and sat back down against the tree, unlit cigarette still between his lips. He missed Gabriel. He missed his father.

[Open, sure, if you wanna find him out there]