#nate thread

[nategraynyc-blog]

@itsivytaylor

Nate had no intention to stay in touch with anyone he met at the rehab center. It was a hard time. Thinking about it only brought back terrible memories. Not that it all was bad back there. But Nate had wanted to move on and leave it all behind. He was doing better, sure. But wasn’t he just now about to get drunk? He didn’t want to hear about how well everyone was doing, didn’t want to see how they had their life sorted out. Nate didn’t, he was a mess. What was he supposed to say to any of them? That rehab didn’t really fix much? That he was still the same fucked up little shit? And yet, there she was. Ivy. Nate had been invited by some friends from work for a few drinks. He saw Ivy as he made his way to the bar to get another drink. Not sure if she’d even want to talk, he gave small smile and raised his hand in greeting before taking a seat.

[defyxoblivionmoved]

@psyknife​ gets the worlds most powerful twink

There’s a long and low hiss as Nate puts on his arm, followed by a series of clicks. He’d not felt Kwannon coming; downside of living on the moon. 

“Anyone ever tell you it’s not polite to catch a dude with his arm off?“

[defyxoblivionmoved]

@badmusesdoitwell​ for Rachel

He’s lying, obviously. You’re better at brain stuff, can you figure out where the mutant kids are?

“Yeah, totally, Sir. We absolutely believe you were in Cali, not abducting children.“

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@darknght​ gets the worlds most powerful twink

“Okay, this looks bad, but hear me out.“ He’d fallen from the sky with a trio of, well, himself. Clones of his clone, and Nate had spent the last ten minutes hunting and killing them. It didn’t look great.

“You’d be thanking me if you knew what Stryfe was like. He’s a dick. In two weeks there would have been thousands of these guys.“

[defyxoblivionmoved]

@xmarksthescott​ gets the worlds most powerful twink

Normally he’d sense dad coming into his room, but not this morning. He’s hunched over on the bed, sweating, trying not to cry. Phantom pain in his arm is rare, but real. Nate massages the point of transition, whimpering.

It’s weakness. He hates to show it, hates he has it. Cable isn’t weak. He should be better than this. Still, he rocks, wishing the pain would ebb.

[defyxoblivionmoved]

“I was god once, you know. It went pretty well.“ Then everyone died.

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@episomalvector​ 

“Oh, uh- huh. That’s. Hey, this might be rude, but why does trying to read you feel like throwing my brain in the middle of a mosh pit made of bullhorns?“