#nathan's fc

[thefreelanceangel]

[thefreelanceangel]

 “Agreed?” 

 “...agreed.” 

 Nathan smirked as he leaned forward and set the bank draft on the table. “That’ll handle the arrangements. And they know who they’re after?”

“Impossible not to,” Sanford Myerscough replied as he picked it up, looked at the figure on the paper. “You had her picture put all over the city.”

“Well, it was a very good painting. The original looked marvelous once I had it hung in my bedroom.”

 “I can’t believe you took it all the way to Divinity’s Reach.” Sanford shook his head. And he paused a moment. With the bank draft in his hands, he shifted a bit. “...you’re sure about this? I overheard Father talking to Dimitri Rigsby and some of the things they were saying about the baron were... concerning.”

 “For you Ascalonians perhaps.” Nathan’s smirk spread as he settled back in his chair. “I won’t be here another two days. After tomorrow night, I’ll be in Kryta and he has no legal jurisdiction.”

 “I don’t know if that’s really going to bother him.” Sanford rubbed his brow. “...and...I understand why you’re angry, Nathan. But... don’t you think it’s... it just...”

 Nathan arched a brow. “It’s just...?”

 “You can’t take something like this back. It’s...” Sanford’s jaw tensed. “It’s brutal.”

 “Life is brutal,” Nathan snapped. His hand swung down and the glass he held cracked when it hit the table. “You were the one complaining that it seemed like the Leours family always had everything go their way. And that whore is an easy target and a good way to knock that damn family down a peg or two.”

 “She didn’t do anything to you though.” Again, Sanford fidgeted. “And you want to... It just seems, exc-”

 “Do you want that money or not?” Nathan’s question was snapped and his eyes were narrow. As the Ascalonian started, looked at the draft and then shrank a bit, Nathan rose and walked to the buffet to pour himself a fresh glass of whiskey. “Then shut up. Go talk to those men you said you knew and get them the details.”

[thefreelanceangel]

He was really... really done with Maguuma. 

Nothing about the jungle, or the surrounding desert was appealing to a man who preferred comfortable furniture, fine whiskey and cigars. 

With a huff, Nathan squinted through his sunglasses towards the remainder of the Vigil camp. This really was living like a barbarian. 

There wasn’t even a decent blow job within a hundred miles. Who lived like that?

Raking his sweat-damp hair back, Nathan settled again, shifting his weight to rest on his left foot. Although he’d protested the entire time, he’d agreed to do as his father had said--he’d come back out to Maguuma to join the company, to “work” while letting his father handle ...whatever it is he was doing. 

In truth, Nathan could hardly remember what the dancer had looked like. Kurzick. Blue eyes. A body he wouldn’t have objected getting his hands on. Nice hips that swayed when she walked. 

...but really, there were other women in the world, and they were less work. 

Letting out a heavy sigh, Nathan opened his collar and fanned air beneath the fabric, trying to cool his sweating skin. He’d stick it out another day or so, but then he was going straight to Lion’s Arch to find himself some relaxation. This level of discomfort was downright masochistic, and he was no masochist.

[thefreelanceangel]

Found Nathan’s face claim rather easily. Bless you, Leigh Kakaty and your handsome face. 

...plsdon’tkillmeformakingyoumyjackassplayboy’sFC.

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