Edge of Thorns 4 - Pt 35Part 35
Nathan dug his fingers into his knees, pulling them up against his chest. The wind howled outside, and thunder cracked loudly, but for once he was too upset with himself to be afraid. What had he done? What had he done? The question echoed painfully in his mind while he cried, the tears coming quickly and hard, blurring his vision before he shut his eyes completely to the stairwell. Where's your head at, Karol, he asked himself. Why do you always make a mess of things? Why do you always ruin things with your stubbornness? His whole body ached and shook. He'd made himself completely alone, just like he always did. Stubbornness. Nathan was crying so hard his throat was hoarse. Why did he always make these stupid, stupid mistakes?
The jerk to the back of his collar and the solid crack his head made against the cold ground knocked the air from him, made his eyes snap open as the darkness spun in front of him. Completely disoriented, it took at least a full minute for him to
Edge of Thorns 4 - Pt 34Part 34
There are no easy answers, and if I'm going to figure this out, I'm going to have to make a sacrifice...
Nathan steeled himself, knowing the consequences of his decision. He didn't want to lose Gabriel as his guardian, but was it worth remaining willfully ignorant of the truth? He kept his gray eyes locked with the angel's despite their furious glow, and drew a deep breath before he finally answered:
Gabriel's eyes ceased glowing, but his expression remained the same: brows gently furrowed, lips drawn taut in a thin frown, and eyes narrowed as he blinked free a light trail of tears. He stared at Nathan, as if he hadn't heard him, as if he were waiting for his real answer, but soon he drew a short, shuttering breath. "Very well," he said quietly. "But once I have answered you, you must never ask me again. Even though I'm sure you've already figured out what my answer will be, you still insist that I tell you. You still... wish to forfeit my protection
Edge of Thorns 4 - Pt 32Part 32
I shouldn't have trusted him...
Their argument bothered Nathan, not because he didn't think now was an appropriate time for it -- when was it ever? -- but because he reflexively began analyzing it, listening to what each of them said (or shouted), knowing neither could lie. He didn't blame Gabriel for not believing Raphael, but since the latter had to be as truthful as the former... something wasn't right. The writer tuned their shouting out while he pulled his thoughts together. Raphael had struggled to pull him up, said it was because of his desire to die. That may have been true, but Gabriel certainly had no trouble catching him...
Nathan looked over at the pair. Their debate had gone into that strange language of theirs, so he had no idea what was being said, but he couldn't just stand by and wait for things to escalate further. He didn't know if he could end the argument, but he sure as hell could try.
"Hey!" His shout silenced them both immediately as they t
Edge of Thorns 4 - Pt 30bPart 30b
I am absolutely certain.
Without hesitation, the writer took his hand, never breaking his gaze. "Yes."
The corner of Raphael's mouth twitched, but the frown remained as he clasped Nathan's hand firmly and pulled him up onto the ledge beside him. "Do not let go," the angel warned him quietly before looking away, down towards the snow covered streets below. "It is a long way to fall."
He didn't need to be told twice, legs shaking while he found his balance. He didn't dare look down himself. "Tell me," he repeated, keeping his eyes on Raphael. "What is the third option?"
The angel drew a long breath. "The third option," he said slowly. "Is to remove the linchpin, the one thing giving the Sins reason to act." He cast a sidelong glance towards Nathan. "Do you know how many will be hurt trying to bring the sisters to heel? How many will suffer because Lumiel chooses to use them as a tool in your ordeals?" He looked away again, but didn't give him a chance to answer. "S
Edge of Thorns 4 - Pt 30Part 30
A sad, simple question with a not-so-simple answer...
He stared at his outstretched hand. Would he trust him: it sounded more like a plea than the simple question he claimed it was. The angel wasn't really asking him if he would trust him; it felt to Nathan as though he was begging him to.
The writer drew a sharp breath and ran his fingers anxiously through his hair. He knew what he wanted to say, how he wanted to answer, but a small part of him was nagging at him to reconsider. There was something wrong, there just had to be. It couldn't be so simple... but then he realized he didn't really have any reason not to trust him. Raphael had taunted Alton, but the only harm he'd done to Nathan was when he didn't know who he was and thought he was getting between him and Gabriel. He hadn't bothered him since that incident, hadn't made any attack or threat towards him. Even while rescuing Avery: the angel had only been doing his job... although he