Post by Nathaniel David Forrester on Apr 8, 2021 13:29:52 GMT -7
now you see me.
first week of term, 2025ON THE OUTCROP OF STONES BY THE LAKE'S banks it was surprisingly peaceful. Nate stood quietly for a moment, rocking back on his heels as he chewed on his biscuit and watched the whirlpools ripple the silvery moonlight. Somewhere just beyond his peripheral vision Nessa was standing. She hadn't run when he'd asked, nor had she been pleased to follow him. But, she had followed him, which he considered to be progress if nothing less.
Nate's relationship with Nessa was tumultuous at best. They were the closest thing to family that Nate could fathom. He had no parents and neither did she. She had money, and neither did he. But, it wasn't a companionship without difficulties. Nessa was too level-headed and cold, Nate was too selfish and cruel. He couldn't afford to lose her, though. Not in his seventh year. Though he knew she would likely cope very well without him, he couldn't say the same for himself. Though this was not something Nate would readily admit.
"Don't be a frigid little bitch." He spat over his shoulder, glaring at her even though she had done him a favour. She was teasing him and Nate hated to feel teased. Of course, that was likely why she was doing it. He sighed quickly, knowing his retort would likely resort in her hasty retreat. "Look, I wasn't going to kiss your arse in a common room full of vile little first years." He told her, bending his head down as he turned to face her. Walking far too close to her in the meagre slice of space as the water lapped close to the hem of their robes.
"It's quiet down here, and you can't run to the girls dormitories, can you?" He smirked, crossing his arms as if he had done something incredibly clever. "You're not speaking to me." He clarified, though she was speaking to him in the literal sense. It was jilted. He'd gotten drunk in their wooded hideout alone the last weekend before term had started. His breath misting out in front of him, lonely in front of a fire that died without her constant prodding. She was punishing him for abandoning her over the summer. Claudia was oppressively clingy sometimes and Nate was just desperate enough to encourage it. "Why?" He asked, while knowing.