sic parvis magna.

    “I think I can move– AGH! Nope. No moving. Crap.”

    “Gh-- No shit, Mr. Holmes--- Jesus, mind puttin’ some pressure on it Sam?”

    Nate’s headstrong personality was beginning to get the best of him, sadly, though, because of this fever it was basically impossible to stand up let alone go to work, and thus he sighs, slowly sitting down, the dizziness easing more and more the closer he gets to the comfort of the bed. Man, he felt horrible. He knows he’s near the end of this fever, but that’s exactly why he was so desperate to be able to work again-- he’s so close, so close. 

our muses are stuck in an elevator together.

    Well, that was most definitely not natural elevator movement. It took Nathan a few seconds to process that the elevator was, in fact, not moving anymore, and was, also in fact, stuck. Just him and Rafe, huh… Not the most ideal situation, definitely the kind of thing that’d make Nate mutter ‘crap.’

    “Crap.” He follows suit on his usual behaviour as expected, and evidently it wasn’t a good idea- at least, not around Adler of all people, anyways. There’s an empty void in place of where conversation and-or panicking should be, and instead an awkward situation– very, very awkward. 

    It was getting horrendously warm in the elevator– Aha! Warm! That’s it, that’s the way to go with this conversation, yup. Mr. Nathan ‘Silver Tongue’ Drake prepares himself, loosening his shoulders and tapping his feet ever so slightly, as he turns to Rafe with a friendly smile.

    “Whew! It’s been so hot lately, Jesus! When’s this weather gonna tone down? Like- I mean, I’ve been in all kinds of climates, but I think the humid heats around these parts is gonna kill me.” Nathan nervously chuckles as he begins to think to himself; “Oh dear God, no. Nate, you had one job, your one job was to not make conversation awkward and help time pass as though it were butter bobsledding down a half-melted ice cube and you seriously chose the worst possible method of doing so.”

—- my muse recalls their favorite memory with your muse.

    Looking through his scrapbooks was what ate up a lot of Nate’s time at home— Okay, well, that’s clearly an exaggeration, but it still took up a modest amount of his time. Memories are best kept through photographs, after all. His wedding day (the second one) was the best day of his life, and although he remembers every moment of the day like it was yesterday, it probably had something to do with the fact that there was a ton of Polaroids in this album.

    Every photo blows him away just as much as the last, he’s seriously led on one hell of a life, and although him and Samuel were split up for a large amount of their lives, they still had a few photos in here, and they definitely had been working on the memories to make up for the lack of photos. There was always that one photo of them both, though, from when they were kids on probably one of the biggest nights of their lives.

    You know, Nathan had been holding onto that picture for a long time. It happened at the peak of his teenage angst– which probably happened around the same time as Sams. That goofy picture of him and his sibling wearing ridiculous headgear, it was a fond memory, one he kept very close to his heart. He finds himself staring at it for a solid 10 seconds before blinking, knocking himself back into consciousness. 

    He’s very aware that he’s much more sentimental than Sam, but, since Sam was only a few feet away in another room, he calls him over. “Sam! C’mere, I got somethin’ I wanna show ya!” Just like himself he’s sure his older brother remembers the day as clearly as he does- but he rarely gets to say he appreciates him, and this picture ought to be an easy gateway to the topic. 

starter for @heirofdrake

Sam wonders if the sneak attack still works at the ripe age of 45. It did when they were kids, right? Plus, it operates the same as a stealth kill out searching for treasure, just with less killing.

… And less creaky floorboards. That was a lot less subtle than shaking grass, but houses creak all the time right? Nate totally won’t know. It’s just a tip, and a toe, and a tip, and a toe and a pause so it’s not obvious… And a tip, and a toe…

Okay, the grunt as he pounced forward was a little giving, but Sam Drake is not one to give up. He just hopes he’s got the jump on his little brother.

    Nathan was just minding his own business, you know-- grown up things, like, thinking about what he should do in his study. Definitely not play with toy guns, god no, actual adult things like.. taxes? Or, something. Yup. Definitely taxes. 

    He knew Sam was creeping around but the yell still made him jump-- Jesus, he’s pretty sure he felt his skin detach from his body for a second- “Holy shit-- Sam! I could’ve punched you in the face! The hell-- The hell are you doing!?”

I really do want to get back into RPing, trust me, I do! My life has just been... rather hectic these past few months- nearly year, now. I’ve been living far away from people who are close to me (I’ve been living in Scotland and everyone lives in England,) such as family and friends so I have been horrendously depressed, which is why activity started to slow down initially. 

I’ve been wanting to make a comeback but I’ve also been looking for houses in England, close to everyone I love, and dealing with a lot of financial and physical illness type things. Though I seem to have a sprinkle of spare time these days, so I’m going to try while I can. Don’t hold your breath, though, I might not be able to live up the that promise and I’m sorry in advance if I don’t. 

“Little bit of danger gonna stop you, huh? It’ll be fun!”