we come running.
“You’re trying to say you’re not a moron?” Moirai uttered, raising her brows as she challenged his stance. “You literally sit in front of a panel of computers all day watching everyone else live their life! A monkey could do that...” and it’d probably do a better job of it, too. For the past two years, ever since Nathaniel had walked through the doors and into Olympus, the agent couldn’t help but feel drawn to him. Not in the sense that he was the missing piece of her heart, or the best friend she’d always wanted; but rather she was drawn to him like flame to wood, yelling, screaming, burning and consuming one another until they both turned to ash. But today was not the day they would fade away — he had always proven to be able to withstand her heat, and when the television in his room flickered to life with one of the most haunting videos Moirai would ever watch with her own eyes, the blonde knew that there was only one way out. Together. Despite their differences, the pair made one hell of a team... she just needed to know if he was on her side. So the girl turned away from the screen before them, casting poisonous green eyes onto his curiously hazel ones as she tried to seek the truth in his eyes. Wordlessly, the agent extended a hand, her jacket lifting ever so slightly so that the knife tucked against its inside lining flashed dangerously in the dimming lights. The gesture was silent, but the words unspoken were deafening. Are you with me?
