Nate Also To Death: BRING ITTTTT - Tumblr Posts

the man who abhors war smiles and though his posture may suggest otherwise, there is no cruelty in the shoulders. neck loosens with a stretch both left & right and nate dances on his feet. there is nothing, NOTHING, that replaces that thrill that finds itself in the bones of a seeker.

he charges forward, a bull in a china shop, shoulders crashing into porcelain plates and glass figurines. knocking down shelves with an uppercut, blocking the fall ( or rian's swing ) with the other arm. his muscles aren't screaming yet. they're thanking him for the exercise, the direction. the competition sends his blood flowing from a heavy pumping heart. ( whether it flows down or not, whether his blue jeans are too tight, he pays no attention. ) nate's happy.

he's grinning with teeth. " ɪ'ᴍ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ. ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴇɴᴛ. " and yes, he means it.

❝ @vaultfrozen / NATE .

HE’S STANDING THERE, BLOODY, BRUISED. HIS lip busted, a quirk as the swing of alcohol splits across his hazed brain. rian’s knuckles are bloody, and there’s a visceral reaction to the way he breathes. like he’s suddenly alive again, no longer taken with the stillness of time and duties that hold him down. the cowboy’s eyes are glittering.

his opponent is across from him, and while they’re standing there, not a single ounce of malice lingering along his shoulders — a grin splits across his face, a laugh bubbles deep in his chest. the other man is glistening in a way that’s got his pupils BLOWN, heart racing in a way that’s not innocent. but he’s not focused on that ( not yet ), instead he’s shifting his weight. hands motioning with confidence he should NOT hold.

❝ y’can do better than tha’… ❞