♚ World Ender.

CHAMPAGNE, COCAINE, GASOLINE And most things in between I roam the city in a shopping cart A pack of camels and a smoke alarm This night is HEATING UP Raise HELL and turn it up Saying "If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe" Oh yeah, don't threaten me with a good time

[natesinclair]

sacrifice | nathan sinclair and lydia martin

tagged: @lydisms summary: nate and lydia attend a party together, and the night ends with nate making the ultimate sacrifice to make up for his actions. trigger warnings: major character death, alcohol, blood.

Lydia: For the first time in awhile, Lydia was genuinely excited about going to a party. She had stressed herself out to the point of a breakdown just a week before, and this was something normal and fun that she could do. Lydia genuinely felt like she needed a night to just be a teenager and enjoy her life again- especially because the clock was ticking for her. Lydia wanted to live every moment while she still could, and spending time with Nate was always a bonus. It was nice to be a party with him again because it felt like ages since they’d done that. He always had a way of helping bring her back down to Earth, and they actually had a ton of fun when they were together. It was surprising considering the fact that they had a connection to death, but their friendship was never just about that. It started way before any of that had happened. “Hey, Sinclair. You ready for me to kick your ass in a drinking contest? Again?” Lydia teased. She always loved challenging Nate to drinking contests when they were out together, because he was good competition and Lydia never backed down from a challenge.

Nate: Nate chuckled as he walked into the party with her and heard her words, shaking his head slightly. He felt like he hadn’t gone out and let loose in awhile, and there was no one he’d rather do it with than Lydia Martin. She was always his go to party buddy now that he’d dropped his old lacrosse friends (or most of them at least) and they always ended up having a great time. It usually got out of hand with their competitive drinking, but he didn’t care. “I don’t remember a time that you’ve ever beaten me in a drinking contest. And you never will. I’ll be like sixty and still be able to out drink you.” He teased to her as he walked into the kitchen and approached the shot glasses, grabbing one for himself and one for Lydia as well as two bottles.

Lydia: “That’s not true!” Lydia defended quickly just before immediately taking a shot. “There was that one time at that one party-“ The strawberry blonde trailed off, trying to recall which party they were at when she won the drinking contest but the memories from that night were understandable hazy. Nate drank a lot so it definitely took a good amount of alcohol to take him down. “I don’t know what happened, but I’m pretty sure you woke up in the swimming pool the next morning and I was on a beach chair.” Lydia joked, shaking her head a bit at the memory. It was rare that she got the chance to act like a normal teenager, which Lydia was sadly reminded of when Nate mentioned them being sixty years old and still having drinking contests. Lydia tensed up but tried her best not to let that show. She was never going to live to see sixty years old, and the thought definitely destroyed her inside. But just the fact that Nate would made her feel better. “Y-yeah. I’m sure you will.” Lydia mumbled, honestly not even thinking about what she’d said.

Nate: Nate frowned when she admitted that he’d beat her, wondering what was up with the banshee. Never in a million years would she ever normally admit that he’d beat her at anything, so he could tell something was definitely off. But he decided he’d ask after they took their shots. After about five, he tapped out and chuckled as he shook his head at her and blinked. “Okay, okay.. You win, you’ve got me.” He admitted, not sure if he let her win or if he was off of his game because he couldn’t stop thinking about how weird she’d just acted. Once everyone around them that had been cheering them on disbanded, he gently grabbed her arm and led her out to the backyard, where there was just a few people in the pool as he frowned at her. “What’s up with you? You know I can tell when something’s wrong with you. It’s like… my seventh sense. Since my sixth one is talking to the dead.” He joked, hoping she’d actually open up to him.

Lydia: Lydia was thankful she managed to keep up with Nate but after the five shots they had, she was definitely feeling drunk. The strawberry blonde was a lightweight at best and the alcohol was already running through her system. Lydia practically wobbled when Nate dragged her outside. “I can’t tell you.” Lydia mumbled, shaking her head repeatedly. She had ran through at least a million different scenarios in which she’d explain to Nate what happened with the hell-hound, and none of them ended well. In every situation she could think of, he was always mad at her for what she’d done. But with all of the alcohol Lydia had just consumed, she was finding it harder to keep the truth inside. She was always terrible at holding things in after drinking- it was as though every secret Lydia ever kept usually ended up coming out when she was drunk. “Okay, okay.” Lydia put her hands up in defense, not even bothering to look at the glare Nate was probably giving her. “I may have made a deal with the hell-hound and I may not have my entire life left to live.”

Nate: Nate’s eyebrows immediately shot up as he took in Lydia’s words. He was a little tipsy, but definitely not drunk. He’d done plenty of partying to condition himself to drinking, so he felt practically sober. And he also felt like someone had just stabbed him in the chest. He knew immediately what the deal was about, and he felt absolutely terrible about it. She’d done this because he brought her back, that had to be it. And now she was the one dealing with his consequences instead. “No.. No, Lydia you can’t do that. You can’t. You don’t deserve to deal with this, I do. Not you.” He said quickly as he frantically shook his head and sighed. The thought of her giving up part of her life for him crushed him, and it wasn’t fair. Not when he’d revived her so she could live the rest of her life in the first place. “I’m so sick of this. Of feeling like Death has the upper hand. It’s not right.” Only, deep down he knew it was. He was Death himself, and he had a right to be mad about some teenager screwing with the balance. But those shots were starting to hit him a bit, and right now he felt pissed.

Lydia: “You don’t deserve to deal with this either!” Lydia shook her head. “I’m the one who died, Nate.” She was ignoring the fact that Nate had also died multiple times, because she was drunk and also that wouldn’t help her case in the slightest. “It was either give you up or half my life, and there’s no way in hell I’m doing that. You deserve to live your life.” He deserved it more than Lydia, but she wasn’t going to say anything about that. She assumed he already knew that’s what she meant. “Then what do you think we should do? Go find Death and kick his ass?” Lydia was being sarcastic, although part of her couldn’t help but feel like that was a good idea. She was pissed that she had to give up half her life, and pissed that he wouldn’t leave Nate alone. Neither of them deserved this. Lydia honestly just wanted them both to be happy and live a long life, remaining friends until they were old. That’s how it should be for them.

Nate: “Yes, I do Lydia!” Nate exclaimed as he quickly shook his head at her. He felt like he truly did deserve whatever consequences that he got from this, because he was the one who made the decision to begin with. He was the one who chose to bring her back, and it felt like a waste if she was going to have to lose half of her life because of this. At her words, he paused and stared at her when he realized that didn’t sound like a bad idea. There had to be something they could do, they deserve to just catch a break. And the only one who could possibly do something to fix this was Death. It was an incredibly stupid idea, and looking back Nate would come to regret it, but in his tipsy state it sounded perfect. “Why don’t we? It can’t be that hard. A banshee and a necromancer together would attract him in no time. We can try to convince him to reverse this.”

Lydia: “Hell yeah we can.” Lydia nodded her head, although the fast motion almost made her fall over. She shouldn’t have been making important decisions like that in her drunken state, and it was one that would end up haunting her for the rest of her life. But she’d had at least five shots and all she knew for sure was that she was pissed off at Death. He took half her life away, and he was coming for one of her closest friends. She could deal with what happened to her but the more she thought about him threatening Nate, the angrier she became. “We’re Nate Sinclair and Lydia Martin!” Lydia practically yelled, stomping her heel on the ground in the process and grabbing Nate’s hand tightly. “Come on, we could probably find him at the cemetery. Then we’ll make sure he regrets ever messing with us.”

Nate: On a normal night, Nate would have recognized that this was a completely terrible idea. No one could beat Death, not even them. But right now, he genuinely felt like they could. And if he was with Lydia, anything felt possible. “Well come on then.” He nodded as he squeezed her hand and walked over to the backyard fence with her, opening it and heading out towards the wooded area in the back of the house. It connected to the preserve, and they’d find the cemetery in no time. Nate was practically drawn to it all of the time, so it wouldn’t be hard. After a long few minutes of walking, the pair finally made it as he entered the cemetery and looked around up towards the sky as he held his arms up. “Come on, Death! Where the hell are you!” He shouted at the top of his lungs, enough for it to echo throughout the entire forest as he glanced at Lydia and paused, holding his hand out and making the ground rumble as he sloppily reanimated a body. He made sure it was someone who had died a pretty long time ago and not someone recent as a hand popped out from a grave, but before he could do much else he was suddenly hit with a wave of dread strong enough to make him stop in his tracks as he grunted and lowered his hand.

Lydia: Lydia started to get a terrible feeling inside of her chest as soon as they entered the cemetery, and once Nate began to reanimate a body it was as though she suddenly snapped out of her drunken state. “Nate, what are you doing?” Lydia’s voice was now in a whisper, almost like she was scared of someone hearing them- because really, she was. “This was a terrible idea. We can’t-“ Lydia shook her head. The drunkenness was coming back to her and the cemetery was practically moving in circles, but part of Lydia deep down knew there was another reason for the way she was feeling. Something was off, and perhaps something even worse was going to come. “We need to get out of here right now.” Lydia demanded as she quickly grabbed onto Nate’s hand and refused to let go of him until they were safely out of the cemetery. Except they only made it about halfway when Lydia felt a cold hand touch her shoulder and she froze instantly. “Hello, beautiful.” The voice from behind her said. Lydia felt chills run throughout her entire body. She just eyed Nate from the side with panic clear all over her face, refusing to turn around.

Nate: “You’re right..” Nate mumbled immediately as he let her practically drag him towards the exit of the cemetery. He knew better than to try and fight with her about it, since he knew they needed to get out of there as soon as possible. He had a terrible feeling in his gut, and it was only going to get worse from there. He stopped in his tracks when he heard the voice, and as he turned his head to glance at the figure that was behind them he felt as if he was frozen in fear as he swallowed and quickly looked away. It took a few seconds to process that Death had called her ‘beautiful’, and it honestly kind of pissed him off a little bit as he tensed up and quickly pulled Lydia away from him.

Lydia: The second Lydia felt Nate pull her away from Death, the could see the anger written all over the mans face and it made her incredibly uneasy. He was practically seething with rage as he looked at Nate. “Don’t take her away from me.” Death spat back, and Lydia’s face contorted into a mix of disgust fear. “I’m not yours to take away.” Lydia retorted, showing no sign of fear (even though they were definitely there inside) as she turned her back towards him so she could look at Nate directly. Lydia mouthed the words “leave” to Nate and she honestly just prayed that he would before this took a turn for the worse. They were so wrong about thinking they could take down Death, because in that moment Lydia knew it was never going to happen. For one of the first times in her life she genuinely didn’t have any sort of plan. They didn’t think it through, just went in blindly and were now paying the price as they were face to face with Death- who couldn’t stop smiling at Lydia.

Nate: Nate wanted to be able to turn around and just leave with Lydia, but he couldn’t. He knew ahe was hinting that he leave witout her, but that wasn’t an option. No way was he gonna leave her with Death. As the horsemen continued to creepily smile at Lydia, Nate felt anger rising in his chest as he moved past her and stepped towards Death. “Quit looking at her like that.” He said lowly, and before he could do much else he felt Death hold his hand out and shoot another wave of dread through him, worse than anything he’d ever felt when someone died before. And within a few seconds, it was like he’d lost his grip completely on his abilities as whispers started to fill his head. It was all of the spirits in the cemetery, all trying to talk to him at once. It was like a jumbled mess of voices in his head as he fell to his knees and held onto his head with a yell of pain, and Death tilted his head at the necromancer as he shook his head at him. “I don’t understand why all of you seem to think you can defy us. Defy me.” He spat down to Nate, and Nate tried his best to lower his hands and lifted up his head to glare at Death. It hurt like hell, but he managed it as he shook his head at him. “I’m not afraid of you.” He stammered out, and at his words Death seemed to amplify the feeling ten times more as the voices grew louder, and this time Nate’s nose and ears started to bleed as he shouted again.

Lydia: Lydia was beyond pissed when Nate didn’t take off running in the opposite direction and leave her behind. She made a mental note to bitch him out later for that- because there was going to be a later for them. There had to be. Lydia just kept repeating to herself over and over again that they were going to make it out of this alive. Nate was going to make it out of this alive, despite the awful feeling she had inside of her chest. The second Nate spoke up to Death, she shot him a quick glare but instantly he was putting his hand out to Nate and the necromancer was on the floor. “Stop! Please, stop.” Lydia pleaded as she got down to her knees and went to Nate immediately, not caring how angry Death would be for that. She could see his ears and nose were starting to bleed and Lydia was beginning to panic, constantly trying to convince herself that what she thought was going to happen wouldn’t. There had to be something else she could do. Quickly, Lydia grabbed onto Nate’s hand and squeezed it as she tried to hide the fact that she was on the verge of tears. Their connection had helped once when it come to contact and healing, so she hoped this would help relieve his pain just a little. “I made a deal with Cerberus. I gave up half my life and Nate remains untouched. You can’t do this. I’ll give up my entire life right now, the whole thing. Please just leave him alone.”

Nate: “Lydia, stop…” Nate grunted as he struggled to speak through the pain, but he could barely hear himself over all of the voices. They were all shouting at him, and honestly seemed pissed. He wasn’t sure if it was just Death messing with his head or if the spirits really were that mad, but he couldn’t even blame them. When he heard Lydia trying to sacrifice herself, he instantly shook his head as he looked up at Death. He squeezed Lydia’s hand back and swallowed when the reality of what he was about to do sunk in. This was it, he wasn’t going to get to live the rest of his life or ever make up for his mistakes. He’d never end up finding love and getting married, be the best man at Xavier’s wedding, or grow old to have drinking contest with Lydia anymore. This was what he was meant to do though, he was sure of it. He was the one who ruined the balance in the first place, and he was sure that it had to be him to end it. “It’s okay, Lydia. I’ll be okay. Just don’t blame yourself for this. And make sure Xavier doesn’t either.” He muttered quietly to her, knowing it was pointless since she would anyways but he had to say it anyways. He slowly managed to stand himself up as he faced Death and swallowed. “Take my life then. I know that’s what you meant when you told me I owed you, and you’re right. I messed with the balance, and I want to face the consequences. No one else should have to except for me.” He grimaced as he tried to push past the voices, and for a terrifying moment they all stopped all at once as the air fell quiet around them. Death didn’t say anything in response as he simply nodded and reached forward, grabbing into Nate’s throat and clutching it tightly, and within a few seconds his skin started to pale as he wheezed, tears filling his eyes. He was anxious to feel what it was like to die and not come back, but at the same time he wasn’t scared for it. He’d experienced it before, and this time would be no different. It didn’t take long before he felt his heart stop, and everything went black as Death dropped his body to the floor.

Lydia: As soon as Lydia heard Nate’s words, she knew that he was about to sacrifice himself to death and she started shaking her head so furiously that she was sure she was going to pass out for a moment. Everything was starting to blur together for her, the world spinning in a circle that was moving way too fast. The reality was finally setting it for Lydia- she was about to lose Nate for good this time. He was about to die right in front of her eyes. Lydia just couldn’t let that happen. She was desperate, knowing that if she lost Nate she wasn’t sure she’d recover this time around. “No, no, no.” Lydia kept mumbling repeatedly, talking over Nate as he spoke to death. “Please, please.” She just kept continuously repeating the same words as if that was going to prevent what would happen. “Nate, no. I can’t-“ How could she not blame herself for this? It all started after he brought her back. That was the icing on the cake. Everything probably would’ve been fine if Nate never brought her back to life. It wasn’t fair that he was about to die. She should’ve just stayed dead. “Don’t kill him. There has to be another way.” Lydia pleaded one last time but then the world around her went black for a moment. Lydia could’ve sworn that she was the one who had died if it wasn’t for the shooting pain throughout her entire body. She let out a shriek unlike anything before as she felt Nate’s soul leaving his body. It was one of the worst pains Lydia had ever felt, almost as though someone was physically ripping part of her soul out. The cry of pain and grief probably woke up all of Beacon Hills. She dropped to the floor with him and held onto his hand in a desperate attempt to get him to wake up. “Nate, please wake up. Please come back.” Lydia sobbed over his body. “He’s not coming back. Now it’s just you and me.” Lydia heard Death say before he disappeared, but she was too weak to even go chase after him. Lydia just remained on the ground, waiting for Nate to wake up.

[natesinclair]

jordanparrishound:

Cerberus barked again as Nate drew closer and Jordan rushed to stand very nearly between them, ready to hold back the metaphorical gate as it were. He kept his hands out in front of him and took a deep breath, prepared. Cerberus continued to growl until finally he spoke.

“Your meddling tipped the scales. The banshee’s soul came attached with a string of others. One soul became many. The dead continue to rise because of you, Necromancer.”

Jordan turned to Nate, a look of confusion on his face. “Did you know about this?” he asked, brows furrowed. “You didn’t just raise Lydia and Xavier. There were others. Have you met anyone else who came back?” Jordan had only met one other: Allison. And she told Jordan that she followed Lydia’s voice. He had no idea if the two were related or not.

Nate tensed up almost immediately as soon as Cerberus mentioned one soul becoming many. Everything started to slowly come together and make sense, and he felt ten times worse about what he'd done. Not only had he just brought back Lydia and Xavier, but he was pretty sure he could indirectly add Allison and Erica to that list too. He felt like an idiot for not realizing it, and the way he couldn't sense what happened at Erica's grave made sense now too. He couldn't sense it because it was his own magic. "Uh- Yeah.. Erica Reyes." He stammered out as he swallowed and shook his head while glancing at Parrish. "But I swear I didn't know about that. I didn't think I caused it."

[natesinclair]

jordanparrishound:

“That’s basically it. Simple, right? Nothing to it.” Using the nonchalant language made Jordan feel a little better about the situation, as if he had more control than he realized. If it hadn’t been for the hound’s violent reaction to Nate before, Jordan wouldn’t be this nervous. He took a deep breath and stepped forward, presenting his wrists to Nate and pressing their foreheads together. There was an awkward moment when nothing happened, and Jordan was stuck staring at a pair of very thick eyebrows when suddenly the world shifted to black and Jordan was somewhere else.. surrounded by pitch blackness with the hound behind a familiar chain-link fence, barking for all the world like a guard dog, trapped in someone’s backyard, yelling at the mailman. 

“He’s here for answers!” Jordan shouted over the deafening roar. “Before you do anything, hear him out!” He didn’t think the hound would listen to him, but the barks quieted to low growls as Cerberus paced the length of the fence, biding his time. Jordan swallowed thickly and turned to Nate. “We’ll have to be quick about this.”

Nate pressed his forehead's against Parrish's and grimaced as he braced himself for whatever was to come, but when it was a few seconds and there still wasn't anything, he got ready to lift his head when suddenly it felt like he'd been sucked into another reality as his eyes closed, and when he opened them again he was surrounded by black, and facing a particularly angry looking black dog. He flinched as it barked, but he resisted the urge to take a step back as he swallowed and took a deep breath.

Nate glanced at Parrish and nodded before turning towards Cerberus again and taking a step towards the fence. "I want to know why you're so angry with me, and what I can do to stop it." He had a general idea of why the hound was angry with him, but he wanted to hear it out loud. He knew he shouldn't have messed with the balance, but he wanted to understand what was so bad about bringing Lydia back specifically, and maybe see if there was a solution to all of this.

[natesinclair]

winteremory:

Winter had expected that reaction from him, but that didn’t make her offer any less genuine. She figured that she was already going to die from betraying the Horsemen, it may as well be one of them rather than both. “Don’t read too much in to it, it’s not like this is some dramatic show of love, or whatever.” She mumbled, waving her hands in the air to illustrate her point. “But no matter what you say, they’re going to figure out what I’ve done. If you throw me under the bus at least there’s a chance that one of us could survive.” She sighed softly, resting her head against the back of the couch. “I know that balance is important, and all that crap, but… I don’t know, maybe it’s because I’ve never had someone that I cared about enough to something like what you did for your friends, or had someone who cared enough to do something like that for me. If I did, whichever way it went… I wouldn’t waste my time feeling bad about it.”

"Yeah, and when they figure out that what you've done we'll figure something out. If you act like it's an immediate death sentence, then yeah you won't stand a chance. You'd be surprised what me and my friends have defeated over the years, trust me." Nate stated, but he couldn't help but feel like the Horsemen were different. And that maybe they wouldn't defeat them like they thought they would. It was a terrifying revelation, but it was still true nonetheless. "And I care about you, so you're not gonna go throw yourself out to the Horsemen just for me. That'd be stupid." He stated with a sigh as he shook his head. "And who knows? Maybe death isn't what he has in store for me. Maybe he's gonna make me pay him some other way, I don't know for sure yet. But.. I'm honestly not afraid. I've died too many times to be afraid of something like that, as bad as it sounds. Technically I was supposed to be dead for real months ago, so..."

[ouralphamccall]

The Infected

[natesinclair]

ouralphamccall:

“So like… repeating a pattern because it’s what my body was used to?” Scott pondered over Nate’s words. It made sense. He wouldn’t necessarily call it a mock asthma attack entirely, but more that it was a mock asthma that turned into a real one. He stayed quiet for a while before muttering. “I thought I was going to die.” 

Nate sighed at Scott's words as he shook his head and glanced at his friend, cracking a slight smile. "Don't worry, I wasn't gonna let you die. If it makes you feel better, I didn't feel a twinge with my powers or anything, so that's a good thing." Considering Nate's powers revolved around Death, he had somewhat of a sixth sense when it came to it. It was pretty convenient, even if it was heart wrenching at times.

[natesinclair]

jordanparrishound:

As Jordan followed Nate to the backyard, he noted the pool and it actually made Jordan feel a little better. He hadn’t yet doused the hellfire in poolwater before, but he assumed it would work. “By all means, push me in if it gets too heated,” Jordan said, granting him full permission. He wanted to do everything he could not to set the neighborhood on fire. “Basically… to speak to him, I feel like it has something to do with the third eye. You know, that… thing right here?” he said, pointing to the middle of the forehead. “It’ll connect our minds and if he wants to talk, he’ll talk. And I have a feeling he wants to talk. Tell me when you’re ready and we’ll do this.”

Nate raised his eyebrows as he looked up to his own forehead, as if he'd somehow be able to see it as he nodded and looked back at Parrish, then glanced down at the roots around the man's wrists. "Okay, got it.. And I have to slip my wrists underneath those too and stuff? Then press my forehead against yours?" He asked, taking a step forward and standing up a bit straighter. He was a little freaked out by what could happen, but he tried not to let it show.

[natesinclair]

xavicrvolt:

“What?” He immediately said after he revealed that he had died again. Nate had announced it so casually that he thought maybe he heard wrong. But he knew this was normal to talk about for a necromancer. “How are you not paying attention when you’re near a cliff Nate?” He felt like a scolding older brother but it was only because he cared very much for his best friend. “If they started to begin after you came again, I think then yeah it is most likely what’s causing all this.”

"I mean I was paying attention but I just.. slipped-- Look, either way it happened and that probably explains this." Nate sighed as he shook his head and tried to dismiss his friends worries. He knew Xavier just cared about him and he appreciated it, but he didn't want his best friend to be worrying or anything. "The only thing is I was at the Nemeton. I don't know why I'd be going there." Maybe it was his powers trying to tell him something, but he had absolutely no clue what that could be.

[natesinclair]

winteremory:

Against her better jdugement, Winter laughed at the Spider-man reference. Spending as much time in hotels as she had, she had probably watched every movie there was on pay per view at least three times.  “I’m not saying that there wouldn’t have been consequences for them coming back, there always are, just like I’m sure there will be with you, but they still get a second chance. Even if things aren’t perfect, that’s still a gift.” Winter clenched her jaw, angered by the thought of targeting Nate, who probably wouldn’t even have his gifts if it weren’t for death; there was every chance that he was the one who created necromancers to begin with.. “If he comes for you, then you give him me. You make a deal, and you tell him everything that I’ve told you tonight, got it? Whatever happens from there, I can handle it, but you don’t deserve to die just because you didn’t want to lose your friends.” Winter understood that the balance between life and death was delicate, and under most circumstances she would be a firm believer in maintaining the equilibrium, but in this face? Fuck Death, after everything he’d put her and thousands of other people through, he could deal with the mess. “And I know you’re going to argue with me, but don’t. I’ve put you at a disadvantage when it comes to him because of everything that I’ve done, I… Promise me, okay? I’m not going to let you die just because I’m a coward.”

Nate immediately shook his head at her words as he frowned at her. "Winter, this isn't your responsibility to deal with this. It's mine, and no offense but I haven't even known you for that long. You don't need to like... feel some kind of moral obligation to make sure that I'm safe. If he does end up coming for me, I'll figure something out. Even if that something is giving him what he wants. It's not like he's wrong, I did mess with the balance. Several times, actually, knowing the consequences. I should have to face them now, and I'm not just gonna put all of that weight onto your shoulders." He wouldn't do that to anyone in this circumstance, even his worst enemy. He should have to pay for his mistakes, no one else. "I don't care about any of that, seriously. It doesn't change the fact that this has to happen, whether I want it to or not. Me giving you up to try and make up for what I did is me being a coward."

[natesinclair]

winteremory:

“Powers aren’t inherently good or bad. I know it sounds cheesy, but it really is about how you use them. Like… Banshee’s, right? You’d thing nothing good could come from from being a harbinger of death and all that crap, but they can use their powers to stop bad things from happening if they have enough time, can’t they? Me? If the horsemen had never taken me, I could be using my powers to save kittens out of trees right now, for all I know. Instead I’ve spent my life using my powers for bad. Just because your powers may seem dark doesn’t mean you can’t do good with them.” She explained simply. “Plus, I’m pretty sure those people are happier knowing that they’re no longer dead, even if there are consequences. I would be, at least.” His last words had her pausing, the frown on her face deepening. “Why do you think that? Did he talk to you?” She asked bluntly, a pit in her stomach. She knew Death had taken a particular interest in Nate, but she hadn’t realised it had gone this far yet. “Please just tell me that’s being you overly paranoid.”

"With great power comes great responsibility, right? I think that's what it is, at least, I dunno.." Nate tried to joke as he chuckled and shook his head. Winter did have a point, he didn't have to let his powers define him. And so far he'd been trying his hardest not to let that happen. He'd used his powers to try and do good, even if sometimes that's not how it worked out. "Coming back from the dead isn't exactly as easy as it seems. I mean, for me it's usually not too bad since it's only for a few seconds or minutes, but Lydia was dead for like, two weeks.. When she came back she was all gross and stuff. Not to mention the fact that she had a lot of personal consequences to deal with. And Xavier's had really bad insomnia ever since I brought him back." He only realized after he'd said it that he felt a little hesitant to tell her these things about his friends, now that he knew she was technically with the Horsemen. Even if she'd tried to do good by telling him, she was still relaying information to them. What was to say she was lying to him about actually being on his side? He tried to shove the paranoia away as he took a deep breath and slowly nodded. "Yeah, he did.." He admitted quietly as he shook his head slightly. "And he told me I'm gonna owe him. I'm pretty sure Death incarnate doesn't accept debt or credit." He muttered sarcastically.

[natesinclair]

winteremory:

Winter frowned, angling her body so that it was easier to look at the boy next to her. “You must have had a whole lot more to drink than I thought, because there is no way in hell that this is your fault. After everything that’s happened with your mom, and your dad, and you coming back to life… Who could blame you?” Winter had done horrible things. Even if it was against her will, she had hurt people. Nate had been hurt and he was practically self-destructing because of it. There was no way that it was even close to being the same thing, he had that right, but that only mean that his blame was that much more misguided. “Your mother took her own life and your dad kept it from you, if that doesn’t sound like the start of a very disturbed super villain origin story, I  don’t what does. But somehow you still want to help people.” Something Winter couldn’t entirely understand, but she was trying. “None of this is your fault, Nate.”

Nate stayed quiet at her words, not realizing how much he actually needed to hear that said out loud. For some reason, he always blamed himself for everything that had happened to him. He felt like he should've been there for his mother instead of letting his father pull him away from her. Maybe she'd even still be alive. And maybe if she'd been alive, she would've helped him if his powers had still been triggered. But he knew deep down that he couldn't dwell on that kind of stuff. It was unhealthy of him. "I just feel like sometimes my powers aren't made for helping people, you know? Every time I've brought someone back from the dead it's just screwed things up in the long run. And now I'm pretty sure Death himself wants to kill me for it." He froze as soon as the words came out of his mouth, not sure why he'd just said that. He was trying not to tell anyone about his encounter with Death because he didn't want anyone to worry. And a part of him felt like maybe he deserved whatever he had coming to him. He was the one who messed the balance up, not Xavier and definitely not Lydia. He made the decision to ultimately bring them back, so he should be the one to get punished for it.

[ouralphamccall]

The Infected

[natesinclair]

ouralphamccall:

Scott tried as hard as he could to ignore Nate dressing him. He felt completely redundant and lame, like an infant or an elderly person. In the end, he just sighed and surrendered to needing the help. He vowed never to mention it to Nate or anyone else. “Yeah, you’re not the only one who thought that,” Scott muttered under his breath. “I used to not have any asthma issues, aside from one time but that was because of something supernatural. So this was unexpected, to say the least.” 

"Yeah, I figured your asthma went away completely once you got your powers," Nate pointed out with a raised eyebrow as he shrugged at the alpha. "But maybe your mind just kind of panicked when you found out you were sick and because you were panicking it triggered like... I dunno, a mock asthma attack." It was definitely possible, and it made sense that Scott would default to that if he was feeling distressed. He felt bad for the guy, to be honest. He couldn't imagine thinking that he was completely immune to something like this and then suddenly being hit with it. It sounded like a nightmare.

[natesinclair]

winteremory:

“Do I need to find a charm to put on your motor cycle that doesn’t let drunk people ride it? It might be hard, but I’m pretty sure I could do it.” The witch mused with a small shrug. “Dude, I’m a witch who was raised by four creatures who are basically from hell and has too many issues to count. Do you really think I’m the one that’s going to judge you for being a mess?” Winter let out a warm, genuine laugh. She was surprised that she found herself so easily joking about the subject, but getting everything that had been weighing her down off her chest felt like a load off of her shoulders. Even if she had shortened her lifespan drastically, whatever time she had left was certainly going to be a whole lot more worthwhile than the years leading up to this point. She had to admit, seeing Nate like this was jarring. Even if she wasn’t planning on falling in love with the guy or any of that crap, somehow she still found herself caring about him. She wouldn’t have revealed the truth about herself if she hadn’t. The scary part was she saw a lot of herself in him. Maybe that was why she liked him so much, they were fucked-up kindred spirits or some shit like that.

Nate slowly leaned back on the couch and laid his head back slightly as he chuckled and shrugged at her question. He wouldn't put it past her to actually do something like that, and he honestly kind of needed it. He constantly made decisions like that that usually just ended up getting him into trouble in the end. Like when he was speeding on his motorcycle and it just so happened that the cop who pulled him over happened to be an ancient hellhound set on making sure he didn't disturb the balance anymore. He shuddered at the memory and turned his head to look at Winter again. "It's a different kind of mess, though. Your mess isn't your fault, mine is." He slurred slightly, although he wasn't sure if his words made much sense anymore at this point. He was just saying what first came to mind.

[natesinclair]

winteremory:

“I’d be cute with bright purple hair. It’s a curse, really.” His words about her name didn’t particularly phase her, Winter had had more than enough time to consider every single possible option where her heritage, and possible real identity, were concerned. As a child she had fantasised about her family coming to save her, but the older she got, the more the cynicism settled in. “I hate to break it to you, but in the spirt of honesty I think I have to tell you that all of those people were probably lying to make you feel better.” She teased with a laugh, reaching out to pat his arm with mock condescension. Winter wasn’t exactly what you could call a picture of perfect mental health, but even she could see that those were total red flags. “Then… next time you feel like this, you can call me and we’ll drink together. It’s not like I’ve got anything better to do, and it’ll be much less pathetic than drinking along, not to mention you can avoid any dumb drunk deaths.” She certainly wouldn’t be complaining about spending more time with him. Hanging out with Nate was… simple. There was no pressure for anything to be more than it was, and that was exactly how she liked it. Even if being raised by the Horsemen hadn’t given her he commitment complex from hell, Winter couldn’t imagine being that securely tied to someone. She needed her freedom, and that was what she got with Nate. All of the fun, non of the pressure. It was exactly what she needed.

Nate wanted to continued to counter her words, but he didn't really want to start to get into how many girls he'd been with. He may not have wanted to commit to anything with Winter, but he wasn't exactly that proud of how often he slept around. He may have acted like it, but sometimes he started to feel like a complete jerk about it. "That's a deal. Because this definitely isn't the first time. But on the bright side, at least I didn't go to a party. If I go to any of those when I'm feeling like this I usually get blackout drunk. A dumb drunk death would totally happen then. I'd probably try to get on my motorcycle or something stupid like that." He snorted as he shook his head slightly. Another thing he didn't want to admit that he did was driving himself home sometimes from parties. "I probably sound like such a mess, to be honest," He slurred slightly as he shook his head and sighed. Not many people knew about this side of him, since he usually liked to portray himself as this confident guy all the time. Not a lot of people knew how empty he felt sometimes ever since he'd come back, and how much he tried to compensate for it by seeking thrills like getting drunk, or even buying his motorcycle. After the accident he'd had, a motorcycle probably seemed like a terrible idea to anyone who didn't know about his powers.

[natesinclair]

winteremory:

“I promise to not let you lose your mind to the best of my ability. It’s literally the least I can do after everything.” She promised with a small, warm smile. “You seem to be doing a pretty good job so far. But maybe be a little more careful about dying, I don’t think that would help.” She said it with a light tone, but that didn’t make the witch any less serious. There was no way that dying and coming back to life wouldn’t have some sort of a effect on him, life was never going to be that simple. “Honestly, I have no fucking clue.” Winter admitted about her name with a weak laugh. “It’s what the Horsemen have always called me, but for all I know my real name is Sally-Mae Applebottom. But I like Winter, I guess. It feels right, but maybe that’s just because I’ve never known anything different. The hair is natural, although I’ve always thought I would make a cute blonde.” She let out another small laugh. “Other lies, though… Any time I said that you were a good kisser, definitely a lie.” She teased weakly. “But other than that big, huge, whopping one that pretty much defined how you saw me as a person… Nothing. I do like hanging out with you, and you’re pretty much the only thing that has made being in this town tolerable.”

"I'll try my hardest, but every single time I've died has been a total freak accident. I mean, this last one definitely takes the cake for most embarrassing death, but still." Nate tried to joke as he smiled lightly, but there was an underlying seriousness as they spoke. He really did need to be more careful, otherwise stuff like that was gonna happen to him more often and he might actually start to lose his grip on his abilities. "I feel like they wouldn't care enough to pick out a new name, though. But then again maybe they did so you wouldn't be able to find out where you came from." He stated before realizing she probably didn't wanna hear that, so he changed the subject. "I think you'd make a cute blonde too." He added, and he pretended to be mock offended when she talked about his kissing. "I know quite a few people who'd probably disagree with you, so sorry to say but I'm an amazing kisser. Maybe you were just the bad one there." He smiled faintly at her last words as he nodded. He honestly really liked being around her too, even though he'd just found out she'd been lying to him pretty much this entire time. She reminded him a lot of himself, and it was nice to have a friend he could be hanging out with one minute and making out with the next. A lot of girls didn't tend to understand his lack of commitment, and Winter seemed to be the same type so that helped. “Sorry that you had to have this conversation with me on a night like this. Sometimes I just get in these moods where I don’t wanna go party but I still wanna get drunk and I end up being stupid and drinking by myself.”

[natesinclair]

xavicrvolt:

He took a seat on the couch across from him as Nate settled himself on the other side. His eyebrows furrowed at the mention of the Nemeton. “There has to be a reason you sleepwalked there. Most of us can’t even locate that thing.” He replied knowing that only certain people know how to reached the spot and even then they couldn’t explain it to other people. “Do you think..it has to do with Death?” He asked looking at his friend with concern. He had kept the secret about the encounter. The necromancer hadn’t told him anything more occurring with Death so he assumed that was the only time that it happened.

"I have no idea," Nate answered almost immediately, grimacing merely at the mention of Death. It felt almost taboo to say his name out loud, and he remembered his encounter with the Horsemen pretty clearly from the other day. He'd be lying if he said the thought hadn't crossed his mind. "I'm not really sure if this is just my powers acting up or what. The other day I kind of.. I accidentally died again. I wasn't really paying attention and I fell off of a cliff. I'm fine and everything but since then my powers have been acting up a bit."

[natesinclair]

xavicrvolt:

“Basically. I do all my reading during the night.” Even though Nate already knew how big of a nerd he was, he felt like he just added more fuel to what the boy can tease him with. Xavier hadn’t even realized he had grabbed one of his MIT shirts. He just choose whatever was on top of the drawer. “Hey, I’m proud of the school I went to. Go beavers!” He laughed. Xavier shook his head at the question. “I don’t mind, you can stay over.” He made his way to his apartment quickly not a long time passing before he was pulling into his parking spot out in front. He stepped out of the truck and made his way inside with Nate. “Did you want to sleep more? You can in the guest room.”

"That was like.. the nerdiest thing that's ever come out of your mouth." Nate snorted as he shook his head at his friend. He laughed even harder when Xavier cheered on MIT's mascot and continued to shake his head. "You're so embarrassing." He joked again as they made their way to the other witch's apartment complex. When they got out and walked up to Xavier's place, Nate took a deep breath as he frowned and thought about that. He honestly didn't feel that tired anymore so he figured maybe he should just stay awake. "Actually, I think I'll just stay awake. I don't wanna do that again, even if you'd stop me." He sighed as he took a seat on the couch and swallowed nervously. "I woke up at the Nemeton.. It was really weird. I've never sleepwalked to there before." He wondered if it was related to Death or if his powers were trying to tell him something, but he didn't know what exactly.

[natesinclair]

xavicrvolt:

“Early is the better word.” He said as he looked over at his friend. “It’s okay though, I don’t mind. I can run on a minimal sleep now. It’s a norm for me.” He pointed to the back of the car without taking his glance away from the road. “I brought some clothes. I figured if you looked like that in my dream, it’d be the same in real life.” He chuckled as he turned onto a different street. “I’m taking you home right? Or anywhere in particular?”

"You're like nocturnal or something, I don't get it." Nate commented, noting the fact that Xavier barely even seemed tired. He knew that the other witch had some pretty bad insomnia thanks to Nate bringing him back to life, but he tended to forget sometimes. He looked to the back of his car and grinned as he grabbed the clothes and slipped them on, glancing down at the MIT hoodie he was now wearing and laughing softly. "I feel like you have an MIT shirt for every day of the week," He teased as he slipped the shorts on and shrugged slightly. "Would it be weird if I stayed at your apartment for the rest of the night.. or well, morning? Would you mind?" He didn't want to go home and have the same thing happen, so he trusted Xavier would make sure he didn't sleepwalk.