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Nathan ♡’ed for a starter

 Lackadaisical efforts were all these children could ever muster, is it? The revulsion they had for placing time and patience into their crafts were long gone, only wishing to do enough so that they could pass. The lack of inspiration was that sting which was brought from a whip; causing a spasm in that location... It was painful, almost.

The same could not be said for the Prescott-- No, he harnessed something so raw and mystical that he pleaded to see more. Azure corneas laid on the photograph, a hand grasping his chin as he nodded in a make-shift approval.

“This is exactly what I like to see. I have to admit, I’m impressed.”

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Mechanical white noise. It provided a low pitch hum, from the gently blowing fans concealed within the tower of a none too modest desktop PC, with a button clicking that lacked uniform to join the crescendo. The pad of his thumb formed a repetitive motion as he went through and deleted images from his camera that were less than worthy of saving, let alone being printed and displayed.

     Steel focus with those intensely centralized eyes, every detail processed quickly with the keen gaze of his artistic visionary.

     The process was very cathartic on it’s own, a sense of calm relaxation washing over him, and making that meticulous monochrome monster, Mark Jefferson temporarily sated.

     A turn of his head and those all seeing lenses pin pointed Nathan with calculating judgement. He was breathing still, at the very least.

“Are you still with me, Nathan?”

[testingthisout1234556-blog]

    ❝—you think you’re special? ❞

     she interjected without remotely thinking on what she was getting into. an argument with nathan prescott was like conversing with a rottweiler that wouldn’t stop barking at a stranger. if even looked the wrong way, said canine wouldn’t hesitate to lunge in attack. chloe stood her ground though, jumping to conclusions and assumptions was a bad habit of hers she needed to work on, but damn did he push her buttons. 

     ❝ do you even know what it’s like to be on the receiving end of the beating stick? having to give someone respect, who doesn’t give a damn about you or the things that matter to you? who belittles you whenever they get the chance when your mother’s not home to see it for herself? ❞ 

      her face grew hot by the second, and she took a step back before she could add anything else. the parking lot of blackwell was far from a suitable standpoint to be having verbal disputes, not with the most unhinged boy in the academy. her hands rose in defense, and chloe dismissed her ramblings with a bitter chuckle. ❝ know what? don’t even answer that, man. ❞  

        @killtherxchkid​ sent 🎧 for a for me to shuffle my playlist and use the first line of the next song as a starter