|
|
Post by NATHANIEL ROGERS on Mar 1, 2016 21:57:01 GMT -6
 drag me through hell if it meant i could hold your hand. i will follow you, 'cause i'm under your spell. and you can throw me to the flames. i will follow you, i will follow you. life had never been normal for nathaniel rogers, what with being able to do his mind tricks and such. still, he liked to think that his high school and college years, and even shortly-thereafter-years were made fairly regular with the help of the woman he loved most in this world. with the spurts of random tragedy spread intermittently throughout their lives, they made it through. though the death of his son had pushed him into something he would have otherwise avoided, nate still tried to push forward…for skye’s sake.
now, things were entirely different. how fucked up his world had become in a short matter of time. one thing he knew, he was off to his bachelor party. he had every intention of going out for a night of partying with his few friends and family, only to return home safely to his fiancé later in the evening. all affairs for their wedding had been in order for the week after, yet no nuptials were ever exchanged. skye never got to walk down the aisle…nate never got to dance with her at their wedding. there had indeed been no wedding, because the wedding was superseded by his untimely death. the pain that coursed through him with the three bullet wounds was short-lived; he hit the ground, dead, before enduring much suffering.
time and reality had escaped him in the afterlife, if that’s even what it could be called. he wandered in and out of a haze, watching over skye as she cried for him. he tried to reach out to her…to scream and shout and get her attention…but nothing did the trick. and frankly, he couldn’t tell if it was real or a lie. all he knew was that he was not with her and by her reaction, something horrific must have happened to her. rather than think of his own selfish desires about missing her and life and all that jazz, he focused on her. it pained him, to great lengths, that he could not console her. in all his life, he’d never met another person as deserving of happiness as she, and yet, all he received was tragedy. this time, it was on his account. he had done this to her and for that reason, the guilt began to consume him.
when he awoke, things felt different. he was in his pawn shop, lying on the ground, which only led him to the conclusion he’d been knocked out…whether he’d fallen and hit his head or dealings with a rival gang at his uncle’s place had put him in such danger. it wasn’t until he stepped outside the door, in a haze, that he bent to pick up the paper…only to find his picture in the obituary section. he didn’t believe it at first, but a simply lifting of his shirt revealed the three marks where the bullets had pierced his chest and abdomen. while confusion weighed heavily on his mind, he knew better than to be completely baffled by his resurrection. it had to have been skye. she was a necromancer and frankly, he didn’t think there’d be another in the city.
even though it had now been what, a couple days? since his revival, nate couldn’t bring himself to seek out the woman he’d nearly widowed. how could he tell her that it was his own fault he was gunned down? that if he had dealt with his pain in other ways, perhaps he’d still be alive. he was punishing himself with the guilt, unable to escape it. as honest of a man as he was, nate knew too, that he wouldn’t be able to lie to skye if she asked him who did this. he knew he had to face his demons but he was taking the coward route, avoiding her as long as he could.
with a cigarette in hand, nate watched the sun rise from the horizon line from the window of his shop. it’d been kept closed, as he tried to figure out his shit, but he’d taken residence in it temporarily. he hadn’t slept much, sitting on the counter as he contemplated his actions. and after many hours of simply staring off into the distance, he righted himself on his feet and brushed past the door, out into the world.
nate had been to the hospital on numerous occasions, simply to visit skye at work. it was the same course of action he was at today, only this time, it was entirely different. he’d been dead, probably stored in the morgue below this very hospital…and yet, here he was. he received many odd stares as he wandered in, heading to the back of the unit where he knew skye would be working. “can you tell skye walker she’s got a visitor in the break room. its important.” he requested of the nurse at the desk, who nodded. with that, he headed off to the staff break room, generally reserved for employees only. he knew it’d be private though, which is just what this conversation warranted.
but before he could even meet with skye, to which he had no clue what he was going to say, one of her colleagues had spotted him. he recognized her from a work party he’d attended with skye last year but he couldn’t recall her name. ”oh my god, nate?? how are yo- never mind….you need to get checked up, like now!” she was clearly concerned, as anyone would be in meeting a walking corpse. “no, you’ve got me confused with someone else.” not wanting to go through this bullshit, his flight response kicked in, telling him he needed to leave. throwing his hood up over his head, he beelined for the door, needing to get out. guess this was a bad idea.
TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @ SP & ADOXOGRAPHY |
|
27
brilliant
Played by nibbler
Posts: 22
Likes: 4
|
Post by SKYE WALKER on Mar 1, 2016 23:57:36 GMT -6
 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -THOSE WORDS THEY NEVER GO AWAY,THEY LIVE ON EVER WHEN WE'RE GONE;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -There were days and then there were days. Days seemed to only drag on for Skye and nights seemed like an eternity. Death seemed to always have to sneak in and fuck up her entire life. Losing her parents was incredibly hard, but she got through it. Losing her tiny baby boy before he even took his first breath hurt like hell, but she made it through. All because of Nate she made it through, and now she didn’t know what she could do or who she could lean on. She had no one and my god did she feel it, she felt alone every damn day.
Accidents happen, she understood that better than anyone else seeing how she was a trauma nurse. Skye had to see the after math of accidents daily. Skye had seen everything from a teenager who stole his parents car and drove into a wall to seeing a woman who had cut her toe off by dropping a knife on her foot. You’d think because she had seen so much gore, entrails and blood that she would be incredibly desensitized. She had identified the bodies of her deceased parents. Skye had held on tight to her new born son’s lifeless body for an hour before they took him away. Nothing had prepared her for that phone call, for the moment she had to walk into the morgue of her place of work and see her dead fiancée and would have been husband on a cold, metal table.
The night of his death, she was utterly numb. Skye didn’t feel any of it; that was until she got home. Her home was empty, it was just her in a three bedroom house. She would have been lying if she told you that she wasn’t thinking about using the dark magic she was given to bring her lover back. Against what her heart told her, she reminded herself that she needed to let him go. Skye needed to let him find peace and she hoped to god that he did. What should have been their wedding feast turned into what would be a menu for a reception for a funeral that Skye was afraid to have happen. What should have been her walking down the aisle would turn into her walking up to say a few words about her beloved. What would have been a romantic between two newly-weds would turn into people telling stories and memories of Nate. What should have been her driving off into the sunset with her new husband would turn into her driving back to her empty home alone.
Skye woke up with a jolt from her alarm, rolling onto her side. “Nate, will you grab that?” she muttered softly before she fully woke up and realized that she was alone. Letting out a sigh, she rolled over and turned off the alarm. She knew that the best place for her to be was at work, surrounded by people she loved and cared about. People who were there for her, people who understood that she needed a routine. Pulling herself up, the raven haired wiccan bit her lip hard as she took in a breath, trying to compose herself. Skye had this down to a science, get up and try to live a normal life. She had taken more time off when she lost her son than she did when she lost her fiancée. Pulling her hair up into a bun on the top of her head, Skye grabbed her scrubs and keys before making her way out the door and to the hospital.
Working was easier than grieving. Keeping a smile on her face, she had made her way to the ER after getting her crap put away and clocked in for the day. Skye’s day was not a good one that day. She had to turn off a man’s life support before she had to go back to the ER and help someone else who had a pneumonia. Not to mention that she had to comfort a grieving woman, who didn’t look much older than herself after hearing her boyfriend had been killed that morning in a car wreck. Today would have been a day that she would have called Nate to talk to him, to get him to help him through the day. Instead though, Skye found herself heading to the chapel of the hospital, just to get away for ten minutes.
Sitting in the pews of the small chapel in the hospital, Skye took in a small breath as she tried to gather herself again. It was empty in there thank god because Skye found herself quietly crying to herself. After a moment, she wiped her eyes and looked up at the cross, at the candles. She was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard her pager go off. Checking it, she sighed as she got up. Probably another relative checking in, perhaps her brother.
She had her hands tucked into the pockets of her sweater she had on as she made her way to the break room. One of her friends from work, stopped her to pass on her condolences. Skye gave her a thank you and got away before any hugs were given. She didn’t need that, she didn’t need to cry again. Tucking a stray hair that was falling out of her bun. Needless to say when she opened the door to the break room and literally ran into Nate, she felt her heart stop. Her hand was on his chest, to stop from a collision. Her deep green eyes slowly moved up to look at his face. Skye jumped back, her back hitting the door frame of the room. Skye was speechless and frankly, she felt like she was going to pass out.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
tags; NATHANIEL ROGERS
lyrics; chris medina
words; 970
notes; <3
|
|
|
|
Post by NATHANIEL ROGERS on Mar 2, 2016 13:40:15 GMT -6
drag me through hell if it meant i could hold your hand. i will follow you, 'cause i'm under your spell. and you can throw me to the flames. i will follow you, i will follow you. even though there was not much time passed between them in the matter of his death, it came at an incredibly inconvenient time in their lives. well, that's not to say that the death of a loved one would have ever been convenient, but for skye, it only seemed to add onto the horrible cards she'd been dealt. he'd watched her endure through the pain of her parent's accident and then too, their first and only child's death. if anything, he admired the woman he was once going to call his wife. other, weaker, people would broken ten times over but she was still just as strong in his eyes as she'd ever been. pain had a way of tearing a person down but there she was, making the best of her life. it was in fact he who was the weak and broken one, existing only for her. skye kept him mostly whole, without even knowing it.
no matter how much he wanted to put himself immediately back in her life, nate could not bring himself to be so naive as to think that. he'd always been a man of his word and had she demanded any truth from him, he wouldn't be able to deny her that. that's what terrified him, eating him alive. he could deal with her anger, that would be well deserved. but the wiccan could not handle the idea hurting her any further. he feared that's just what he'd do if and when he had to reveal what he'd gotten himself into with his family, eventually leading to his being gunned down.
nate certainly hadn't done anything wrong by coming back to life and yet, he felt all this anxiety building up within him. he didn't want anyone to know he was alive or here, partially because he wasn't ready for the plethora of questions. the other part of him wanted skye to know about it first. she didn't deserve to hear rumors about him that would hurt her, making her feel like someone was taunting her.
today he was taking the coward way out by trying to leave. he'd come all this way but the doubt was clouding his judgement, making him want to run. perhaps this was a bad idea. though he appeared mostly calm on the outside, his insides felt as though they were suffocated, creating this need to get out into the open. he'd just go back to his shop for a few more days and sit there and contemplate his course of action. nate tried to convince himself that he'd rushed into this idea; that wasn't true. in fact, he'd thought about it all night long, what with his lack of sleep and all. the fear of further hurting the woman he loved was just too much to handle. pain was relative in this situation but eventually, he figured she'd move on. though it went against everything in his heart, he figured skye would be better off without the trouble he could cause her.
in his haste to get out, the man bumped into the very face he'd come to see. he merely stared at her for a moment as he studied her, doing his best to keep the appearance he always had for her. he could barely do it however, longing and regret straining over his features. "skye..." he muttered, watching her with worry as she stumbled backwards. nate reached out for her, to help steady her. "i'm sorry, i know this isn't the best place to do this." he started to explain. he found it hard to look at her, worrying that his guilt was wearing on his face. at the same time, he couldn't bare to cast his glance away, afraid that when he brought it back up, she'd be gone. "if you need me to go, fine. but we should talk later." he threw in there, making it clear he wanted to talk when she had a moment. there were so many other things he wanted to tell her...that he loved her, that he missed her; at the very least that was clear by his expression. but there was something that was just eating him up and he had to know. "did you do this?" he could only assume. because really, who else was capable of that kind of magic?
TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @ SP ADOXOGRAPHY |
|
27
brilliant
Played by nibbler
Posts: 22
Likes: 4
|
Post by SKYE WALKER on Mar 3, 2016 13:51:54 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -THOSE WORDS THEY NEVER GO AWAY,THEY LIVE ON EVER WHEN WE'RE GONE;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -As much as she longed to have the one she loved back with her, she couldn’t bring herself to bring him back to life. There would be too many questions, too many people asking her what the fuck was going on. Too much to explain, and not to mention that if she brought him back the balance of nature would be off and she would find herself in a situation with the spirits. They would be pissed at her, and she didn’t want to deal with angry voices randomly yelling at her. She thought it was better this way, better for him to stay deceased. She’d bury him in the next few days and then she would do all she could to get past this, to make sure that she would be okay.
There was so much she had to do, she had to sort through everything he had in the house, get rid of things, keep things. Not to mention that she had a whole crap ton of shit from the wedding to deal with. Skye also had the now constant reminder of what would have been hanging up in her closet, tucked away and hidden, but it was there. She had the wedding dress that she would never wear. A beautiful cream colored dress, lace details, god was it ever beautiful. A beautiful reminder of what would have been, now it was only a reminded of what she lost. Skye had been wondering what she would do with it. Perhaps donate to someone who needed a gown for a wedding? Sell it? Destroy it? There was an endless list of possibilities.
Skye was getting used to the condolences, the constant flow of people telling her that they were here for her, the ones telling her that they understood what they were going through. In all honesty, Skye wasn’t sure that anyone knew. She was constantly surrounded by people dying. Whether it was in her personal life, or her work life. Death happened to her all the time. Family, friends, people she knew. Skye was so used to death and people dying, that when someone else passed away, she was almost indifferent to it.
Today though, today was different. Skye wasn’t expecting to wake up and to literally run into her dead fiancée. She wasn’t prepared for this. As if his death wasn’t bad enough, she now had to deal with him being alive. Skye was ready, was prepared to go through the motions of losing the one that she loved. She was getting good at that, getting good at going through those stages of grief, letting the pain in and letting it consume her. It was almost routine for her, she just needed to learn to accept that what was done, was done. There had been days, oh had there ever been days where she wanted to use her magic. When her parents were killed, she thought about using it then. When she lost her first and only son, she thought about using it then. When Nate was killed, that was the only time she didn’t think about taking matters into her own hands. She couldn’t bring herself to use those dark powers to bring him back.
And yet, here he was. Skye was breathing heavy, trying to focus on her breathing. In and out, she told herself, in and out. With her heart racing faster, she did everything but flinch away from him, his touch. Skye didn’t know what she was going to do. She wanted to reach out and touch him again, just to make sure that he was real and that he was there. It had to be him, his voice was his. It belonged to him. Skye wanted to embrace him, but here wasn’t right. “Pull your hood up and come with me.” She said as she took his arm and led him to an on-call room, closing and locking the door behind them.
“I need to know what the hell is going on?” she said as she looked at him. Anger, that was what she felt. Anger more than anything else, she wanted to feel relieved and beyond happy that he was alive and here, but she couldn’t feel it. Her brow furrowed as she looked at him, “No I didn’t do this. I couldn’t do this.” She said as she looked at him, tears threatening to fall from her eyes, “I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it though.” She found herself no longer angry, and she wanted to be held by him again. Carefully, Skye reached up to touch his face, “Nate…”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
tags; NATHANIEL ROGERS
lyrics; chris medina
words; 774
notes; eee so excited!
|
|
|
|
Post by NATHANIEL ROGERS on Mar 5, 2016 12:04:31 GMT -6
drag me through hell if it meant i could hold your hand. i will follow you, 'cause i'm under your spell. and you can throw me to the flames. i will follow you, i will follow you. frankly, nate didn't mind the second shot at life. it wasn't for himself that he was appreciative, but instead for skye. he didn't want to leave her like everyone else in her life seemed to so unexpectedly. death wasn't something he had ever feared but it wasn't his time. not yet. he and the woman of his dream were supposed to grow old together and make a life for themselves. they'd already had a great start at that, despite all the roadblocks, and he wasn't one to give up. whoever had resurrected him, he owed them a great thanks. problem was, he thought that was to be directed as his fiance rather than some random person new to the trade.
nate knew that if he had been in a reversed situation, he would have been selfish. though he would have wanted skye to rest in peace, impulse would have taken him over and he would have done anything to bring her back. there was no limit to the amount of money, material possessions, or favors he would do to accomplish that, especially considering he could not do it on his own. he would have been last without her if she had been the one to die. hell, he would have even traded his own soul for her, traded places so that she could be righted again. since they met in school, skye had been nate's everything and nothing was going to change that, no matter how fucked up the rest of his life became.
there was no way of knowing the extent of what was going to happen to him now. his mother had always told him that the most powerful of magic came with a price; that each action had an equal and opposite reaction. the checks and balances of the world needed to be in order. he assumed that his revival would not come free to him. he had felt the darkness that clung to his soul but had pushed it back, failing to acknowledge it was there. it wouldn't even be until he reunited with his uncle, cousin, and brother that he would feel the true extent of the evil there. whether it was a part of him or just something that latched on like a host, he didn't know. only time would tell that. and while he refused accept it was there, his subconscious warned him to be careful around the woman he loved.
nate had no objections to skye's instructions and after pulling up his hood, followed along willingly. the last thing he wanted to do was get her in trouble here, or cause her any additional stress, so he kept his head down to avoid the stares. it wasn't until they were in the locked room that he threw it back down, revealing his blonde locks. witnessing the anger in her gaze, all he could do was offer a humorless laugh, turning away slightly as he ran his hands roughly through his hair. she was asking him what was going on? "that's a good question, babe." he muttered. "been trying to make sense of this all for the past few days. woke up in the shop...saw the obit in the paper. least it was nicely written, though you made me out to be a saint." and that was his mistake, admitting he'd been around and was just now coming to see her. but that was nate; he wasn't a liar. if she asked anything of him, he'd tell her the truth.
his gaze focused upon her once more as she admitted her absence in this ordeal, brow furrowing with confusion. "then who...?" his voice trailed off, more or less rhetorically seeing as she was just in the dark as he was. he closed his eyes, leaning into her touch as she reached up for him. after a moment he opened them, looking at her saddened features. "don't cry for me, skye. there are things more worthy of your tears." he sighed, blaming himself for all of this: his death, her pain, their shattered life...
TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @ SP ADOXOGRAPHY |
|
27
brilliant
Played by nibbler
Posts: 22
Likes: 4
|
Post by SKYE WALKER on Mar 7, 2016 0:57:49 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -THOSE WORDS THEY NEVER GO AWAY,THEY LIVE ON EVER WHEN WE'RE GONE;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Not many people could say that they were given a second chance. Nathaniel was given a second chance at life and maybe that meant that both Nate and Skye would be given a second chance. Maybe it meant that they could still have a life together. They could maybe start a family, well try to start a family again. There was a lot of maybes going through her head. Maybe they could have that perfect life, maybe they could have a healthy and happy baby and maybe, just maybe they would be given a break from all the grief and pain in their lives. Skye was getting too used to the pain, she was numb to it all. Skye hadn’t been able to emotionally feel pain in a long time. After burying their son, she became numb.
Skye had begged and pleaded for him to come back. She prayed to whatever god was listening that she would get to see Nate again, even if it was just to say goodbye. Whenever death happened, which was often, she would do what she could to try to help ease the pain. Skye would spend time with the person who lost someone, or she would simply let them be alone. When Brayden passed away, Skye spent a good few days sitting in the rocking chair in his nursery and cried. She held onto the little stuffed horse that would have been his, and then she realized that Nate needed her, and that she needed him. She always needed him. Nate was her rock, her everything and her life. She breathed every breath for him, she never wanted to be without him.
So many questions filled her head. Being a necromancer, Skye knew what the price was. A life for a life, the balance of nature had to be restored. Who had to die in order for Nate to come back to life? Whose life was either willingly or unwillingly given to bring him back? Skye had every intention to find out, whether or not she was going to thank them was still up in the air. They had seriously fucked up if they did I wrong. If they didn’t kill another person, then there was about to be some seriously pissed off spirits in the world. Skye had plans to give that person shit and tell them they were beyond stupid before she thanked them, deeply. Under the anger and the confusion, there was relief and happiness. Pure happiness and in Skye’s numb outlook on life, she felt happy and she felt the warmth that had come with it. She had become cold, but she had kept that all to herself. There were some things that people she cared about didn’t ever need to see.
A few days? He’d been alive again for a few days and hadn’t told her sooner? Skye shook her head, her hand covered her mouth. She didn’t know if she was going to cry or throw up, but she was thinking it was probably the latter. Skye’s brain was going a mile a minute, much like her heart. Her chest rose and fell quickly still, as if she had just run a marathon, or woken up from a horrible dream. Was that what this was? Was it all a dream? Did she fall asleep in the chapel? Or was she sleeping outside of the ER on a gurney? Somehow, she managed to give a very dry chuckle, “Believe it or not, I almost didn’t write one. I couldn’t… I didn’t want to accept well,” she took in a small breath. She would not cry again, she’d done enough of that, “I didn’t want to accept that you were gone.” Her voice cracked, threatening to fully break down.
Biting down on her lip she shook her head, “I don’t know. I couldn’t even bring myself to look at you for more than a minute when they…” she shook her head as she pulled her hand away from his face. If this was a dream, then she didn’t want it to end. Skye was afraid that if she touched him, the dream would be over and she would wake up. That was it, that was her breaking point. All of a sudden, she felt her body tremble and her hands became unstable. God she felt like she couldn’t breathe, she felt her heart rate speed up as she started to almost hyperventilate. Her hand went to her mouth again, trying to keep herself as quiet as possible. Skye’s legs seemed to have given out, because the next thing she knew was that she was on her knees.
And for the first time in a long time, Skye had the breakdown she was waiting for. Gasping for breath in between sobs, she finally had that emotional release that she needed.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
tags; NATHANIEL ROGERS
lyrics; chris medina
words; 809
notes; my poor bby D:
|
|
|
|
Post by NATHANIEL ROGERS on Mar 7, 2016 23:23:10 GMT -6
drag me through hell if it meant i could hold your hand. i will follow you, 'cause i'm under your spell. and you can throw me to the flames. i will follow you, i will follow you. honestly, other than the fact that he didn't feel he deserved it, nate wasn't sure what to make of his second chance. he should have been grateful but honestly that was something he was not. so many emotions clouded his mind that it was hard to decipher one from the next. the aforementioned guilt was most prevalent, reminding him that it was his own stupid actions which had put him in this situation...which had caused skye so much distress. her and his family too. by far the worst part had been his confusion over this negativity that followed him back from the afterlife. the good in him knew it was wrong and that it was eating at his soul. but it created some bad in him, pushing him closer to his family and their illegal activities. it was that small sliver of unknown and the feeling that overtook him that had kept him from the love of his life. it was neither explainable nor something he wanted to reveal.
nate had always done a fair job being the strong one for skye, supporting her in every hardship they went through. but right then and there, in that moment, it was hard for him to hide his own distress. his brow furrowed as he steadied her, hurting with each moment that had gone by. he was not only pained for the reasons stated above but for skye's reaction before him. it killed him, honestly, causing his heart to sink a little lower in his chest. this was his fucking fault. how could he do this to her? this woman had been his everything and not once had she ever done anything to deserve such grief. if he'd just strayed from the family business...
"are you okay?" what a dumb question. it was an instinct to ask it, though, especially seeing her reaction. "skye, just calm down. we can figure this out. look..." he patted his chest. "i'm here. i'm real. i'm alive. let's go from there." he did his best to ease her fear but his own were seeping through as he struggled to keep his voice steady. there was a big problem with the fact he was trying to calm her down, however. he wanted her to be happy and he wanted to be happy with her. but until he figured out what had followed him from death, he wasn't convinced it was safe to be around her. "you're stronger than you think. with all you've been through. most people woulda given up by now. but not you." he spoke the words, fully believing them. if he had to do what skye had done, put up with the hardships in the same manner, he probably would have blown his brains out by this point.
nate was by no means helping the situation. while he hadn't figured out his new powers just yet, the energy channeling was there. he should have been able to funnel love and support and comfort to skye but honestly, he couldn't even feel those things himself. he felt broken and dead and like a god damn failure. the negativity in the room was almost too much for him to bare and he nearly lost it as he watched skye fall to the floor. he reached out quickly in attempt to stop her but he was too late. he immediately sunk to the floor, tears threatening to break from his own eyes. nate pulled her in close to him, stroking her hair softly. "shhhh. we'll figure it out." he cooed to her softly, letting her cry out against him. "i love you, skye walker. death won't ever change that." right now was not the time to tell her about the potential danger in him. no, right now he needed to be there for her.
TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @ SP ADOXOGRAPHY |
|
27
brilliant
Played by nibbler
Posts: 22
Likes: 4
|
Post by SKYE WALKER on Mar 11, 2016 1:42:42 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -THOSE WORDS THEY NEVER GO AWAY,THEY LIVE ON EVER WHEN WE'RE GONE;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Under the anger, the pain and the hate, Skye was happy. Confused, but happy. Her brain was a jumbled mixture of everything. On the one hand, Nate was alive. She could feel him, she could touch him and most of all, she could be close to him again. Skye wouldn’t wake up in the middle of the night crying and realize she was alone. There was something that even she could feel was off though. Skye, while she wasn’t the most powerful wiccan out there, she was still powerful. She could sense when the balance of nature wasn’t right. She was pushing those feelings aside though, she would deal with it later and she would find a way to find the person who brought Nate back. If she had to take the person under her wing to train them how to do it properly, then she would.
The fact alone that how upset and unsure she was, was being shown in a physical form was enough to make her realize just how close to a breaking point she was. Nathaniel was her support, her crutch. She had always been able to lean on him and have him there when she needed him. She did shy away from his touch as she shook her head. It didn’t make sense. None of this made sense in her fucked up brain. Did something happen to her? Maybe she was in some sort of coma and in her unconscious brain, Nate was trying to get her to wake up. No, that couldn’t be it. She knew enough about the brain and the medical world to know that this was real. She didn’t know what the fuck she did to deserve this, but whoever she pissed off, she wanted to apologize to and ask for another chance. She wanted things to be okay.
Unable to speak, Skye shook her head. No, she wasn’t okay. None of this was okay, she didn’t know what to do. She had just lost him, she had to identify his body. Skye could barely look at him in that morgue, she could barely breathe when she had to see his body. The image was forever embedded in her brain, he looked peaceful. She could remember how cold he was to the touch and she remembered starring at his body. Shawn was with her that night, he stayed with her until morning. Even if he had stayed dead, Shawn had promised to keep her safe. He was with her every day that she needed someone.
She knew he was real and alive. She could feel his heart beat when her hand collided with his chest, she could recognize his familiar and warm scent, she could see his chest rise and fall. Skye felt so small at that moment, she wanted to curl up into as small of a ball she possibly could and stay that was for as long as possible. She didn’t feel strong at all, she felt so weak. Skye could take a lot of shit, more than the average person, but this was too much for her to handle. She was a strong woman, but even the strongest people had their weak points and their low points. Skye had hit hers, she hit hers every damn day that she woke up alone or cried herself to sleep the night before.
The only person who had ever seen her break like this was her brother. He was there the night they got the call about their parents, and he held her tight after they both went back home. When Brayden died and Lucas came to see her, she lost it and once again, he held her until she was okay. Skye had never let Nate see this part of her, she never wanted him to see how weak and small she could be, but in that moment she didn’t want anyone else. As she felt Nate pull her close, she wanted to fight it, she didn’t want to know if this was all a dream, but as soon as she felt him stroking her hair she knew that this was real. Skye clung to him, her face buried in his chest, her hands gripping his shirt so tight that her knuckles were going white. “You… you died,” she said between the sobs and the gasps, “You died… and I couldn’t… I can’t go through this again…”
“You died and left me. God… I just…” she started to have trouble getting a breath in, starting to hyperventilate again. Her entire body shook as she tried to control herself and calm herself down. Then he said it, he said those words that she had longed to hear from him again. Tears still rolling down her porcelain cheeks she looked up at him, her green eyes becoming red and puffy, “I love you,” she whispered softly as she bit her lip, “Don’t leave me again…” she whispered as she put her head back against his chest.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
tags; NATHANIEL ROGERS
lyrics; chris medina
words; 834
notes; </3
|
|
|
|
Post by NATHANIEL ROGERS on Mar 24, 2016 13:42:24 GMT -6
drag me through hell if it meant i could hold your hand. i will follow you, 'cause i'm under your spell. and you can throw me to the flames. i will follow you, i will follow you. over the last few days, as he sat in his shop in the dark alone, nate had done a lot of thinking about the future. he didn’t know what his resurrection meant or how it could or would affect him in the future. was he on a time limit? would he eventually expire because he was brought back suddenly? or was this just a second chance for him to continue on as if nothing had happened? a part of him, the genuine kind-hearteded nate saw it as a sign…a sign that he should give up the illegal activities of his family’s while he still had the chance. or rather, while he was given a second chance. but the darkness that had attached itself to his soul, like something dangerous clinging there, had told him to push his luck. it was pushing him, driving him to the enticing lifestyle that he’d avoided for so long. he’d always known what his uncle was into but nate did his best to stay away from it, choosing a better life that was filled with gangs and running from the cops. now, he wasn’t so sure he could avoid it. he wanted it. that was what terrified him, the idea of dragging skye into it.
he’d more or less found a situation to his predicament, one which he knew skye would argue with. if he could just earn enough money, pushing the guns and acting as a vigilante and whatnot, then they could move away. he’d sell the shop and use his earnings to take skye far away from sleepy hollow, somewhere where they could be happy and safe. he’d watched her endure so much pain in this god damn village and it was about time they both got away from it all, for a fresh start. it would mean some hard work but that dangerous shit would later mean big bucks in his pocket. problem was, a part of him knew once he got started, he wasn’t going to be able to stop. but the longer he stayed away, the more the demons inside him tore him up. like a fix he couldn’t shake, he needed in on the action. sitting behind a counter of the pawn shop wasn’t going to be enough to sate him any longer.
seeing skye now, he felt just as he had all the other times he’d witnessed her pain. when her parents died…when they lost their son…nate had watched her fall to pieces. and as her own grief overwhelmed her, it broke his heart. it was like he was reliving those moments all over again only this time, he was the source of her pain. he’d ultimately been the one to crush her and he hadn’t even been there to support her. but he gave her credit, far more credit than she would give herself. skye was strong, despite having been broken so many times. had their roles been reversed, if he’d lost her, he would have taken the coward’s way out. he would have put a bullet in his head the very night he lost her.
“i’m sorry, babe. i thought i was comin’ home…you know i’d never leave you on purpose. i would never…i’m sorry.” he murmured over her sobs, stroking her hair and holding her as close to him as he could possibly manage. he wouldn’t let go, not until she first pulled away. he too had felt lonely in the short while he was gone. wandering aimlessly, he kept seeing her, watching her cry for him but he could never get to her. no matter how much he called for her, she didn’t answer and when he reached out for her, he could never seem to actually touch her. he was a mere ghost, trying to get to the woman he didn’t deserve. now, he wasn’t willing to let her go, for fear if he did, he’d be lost to her again.
as she began to shake, nate felt helpless. he’d seen her a wreck but never like this. all he could do was hold her, rocking her slightly as he tried to calm her down. “shhh darlin’, i’m here. not going anywhere…i’m here.” he repeated over and over, trying to provide her with some reassurance. “i’ll make this right. gonna fix this.” if allaric, marty, and shawn hadn’t already gone after the group who’d killed him, they sure as hell were going to raise hell now that he was back. he wasn’t so pissed that he’d died, but more that skye had to be put through this kind of pain. they’d pay for that…all of them. “i love you skye walker and even in death, i still loved you. i’m here.” he said it again, having some reservations about promising he’d never leave her again. he wanted to give her that but how could he promise that, knowing what he was involved with?
TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @ SP &amp; ADOXOGRAPHY |
|
