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Nathan "brave lil' booty" Drake ([personal profile] cyphered) wrote in [community profile] albinomilksnake 2014-03-05 08:31 pm (UTC)

[Nate keeps his distance at first too, like he doesn't deserve to be within five feet of her. Eventually, though, he drags himself over and drops very heavily to his sap- soaked knees to sit over her, shoulders sagging in defeat. No sound comes from him, no tears fall -- just the sad, defeated stare that he allows himself, and a tentative hand to run through her hair.

That's about the point where he notices how swollen the muscles in his palm had become, the slight tearing of seams on his shirt. He pulls his hand away and mutters something completely inaudible.

The sap was taking hold. What was it Lazarevic had said? You don't have the will.

Well, he could at least carry Elena out of here and get Chloe to safety. The platforms were no longer steady after the firefight. There was no telling how long everything would stay standing. So, with no straining at all, Nate picks Elena's body up bridal style and steps over to hover beside Chloe. He's a little out of proportion now, but his skin remains as human as ever.

At least he managed to keep someone alive. They would have to pass Flynn on the way out.]


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