Dec 8, 2014
pxllux
❝ ------ You can't talk. ❞
An Avox, Nathan knows too well the monstrosities this man has been through. This gruesome, painful feeling in his throat seems impossible to swallow -- and his eyes? They cannot conceive him, these coward green eyes keeps evading him. Fear and anger runs deep in his veins, betrayal stabbing his heart. If he knew before...Oh, but he did know, yet he didn't matter enough to ask his father why does his people do this to innocents. After all, hypocrisy costs a too expensive prize, a much more bigger prize than he ever imagined.
#v; the game maker's son#pxllux#wow#deep as fuck#hello there!#this is my verse for tgh#(which i still need to write down on my verses page ugh)#basically#nathan was part of a family who used to learn the 'arts' of game making#your usual rich boy who did know the awful things he did#and still never felt guilty because he's been watching his family doing it for so long#although#unexpectedly he gets around victors in parties and instead of using them ( well#he did 'used' a few'#and starts hearing the truth#so whoops#this is a rebellious teenage boy from the capitol who's done with everything#in case you don't like this starter#just ask me to write another#please!!!!
