Nathan was flat on his back, arms clasped behind his head. His eyes were closed and he was simply enjoying the rays of sunshine pushing their way through the canopy of trees overhead, warming his face and arms. The wind blew his dark hair across his forehead, tickling his skin every so often ( Read more... )

"Gabriel!"Nathan sat bolt upright, eyes wild and chest heaving. His vision was blurry and Nathan realized it was because they were full of tears. He wiped them hurriedly away and rolled onto his side, trying to shake off the last vestiges of the dream. Nightmares were frequent, often starring Arran or Annalise or Gabriel or his mother or his ( Read more... )

Nathan had a few plans tonight. He was glad the weather seemed to have held out and that it was warm but not sweltering. It'd mean the night would be chilly enough to possibly start a fire but not get too hot. It meant that they could cook over the open flame, if they wanted, and that there'd be a nice light source ( Read more... )

So far, the day had been quiet ( Read more... )

The day, as it was, hadn't been terrible. Nathan had been edgy and nervous but that had seemed to flame out. He'd seen no one with eyes like this. He'd encountered nothing to make him believe that a Hunter was here. Nathan believed Anders, he did, but he hoped that maybe Anders confronting whoever that was had sent him back to England.

( So, Nathan decided to chance the preserve... )

There was absolutely no way that Nathan was going to spend his day inside. The weather had cooled and the way the air felt reminded him of Wales. It wasn't the same, Nathan knew, but it was something close. He could close his eyes and just imagine Gabriel being there, smiling at him and telling him stories from books that Nathan couldn't read. ( Read more... )