Nathaniel Horn (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
whowhatnow) wrote2016-03-01 10:14 pm
whowhatnow) wrote2016-03-01 10:14 pmMIND LINK
CHANGE turn and face the strange | FUN is a form of freedom |
REBEL without a cause | FREE TO BE ME but at what cost? |
whowhatnow) wrote2016-03-01 10:14 pm
CHANGE turn and face the strange | FUN is a form of freedom |
REBEL without a cause | FREE TO BE ME but at what cost? |
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[ regarding ALL of it. ]
( I hope I'm not interrupting anything. )
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[This is the best possible outcome to this, he's honestly happy about it.]
(Want me to bring the party to you? Or do you want to come over yourself?)
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I've something I want to discuss. )
[ namely: nate's neat shapeshifting powers, okay. ]
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[When the Darkling arrives, Nathaniel is already waiting at the door. He has already changed out of his dress, now dressed in something more comfortable - a t-shirt and pants. His hair is back to it's usual short length. However, he still hasn't taken off his makeup yet, namely his dark eye shadow and blue lipstick.]
[When he hears the footsteps outside, he'll open the door, smiling wide.]
Ready for a party, my man?
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[ It's not the only thing, but it's the first thing.
While his hair is still an absolute mess - strange, for a man so meticulous about his appearance, he's dressed down. A handsome outfit traded out for a long-sleeved shirt and sweatpants. Discovering sweatpants had been an Experience, to say the least. Feet bare, he pauses just outside of Nate's room, a hand on the door's frame. ]
We weren't quite able to do what it is we'd set out to.
[ science. ]
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[He definitely gives the Darkling a lookover - he definitely approves of the comfortable look - and steps back, gesturing with a nod of his head that the Darkling should come in.]
Want to continue, then? [His voice almost sounds on the edge of a purr. Nathaniel, it's just science. No need to make this weird.] What weird and wonderful things do you want me to do for you?
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[ He knows, quite well, that Nate has a habit of being coquettish in attitude and conversation. There's no harm in letting him be himself, he feels. It isn't as though he craves the attention, he's simply a firm believer that people should be allowed to be. Even if "people" are "flirty aliens", tbh. Nate is simply too interesting a creature to be put off from. Even if he wants to be weird over science, ok!! ]
Why this form, specifically, Nate?
[ Ah, right to the crux of it. ]
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[His smile falters - that is not what he was expecting the Darkling to say, and from his expression it's like he's an actor on stage that has momentarily tripped over a prop, losing his character for a brief moment.]
[It's a question that Nathaniel Horn doesn't like answer, since it is the very reason why he even has the name "Nathaniel Horn" in the first place.]
Well, that's a personal question! [He says, with a laugh - the actor gets up, smiles to the audience, slips back in under his mask.] On Earth, the planet I was living on, they don't take very kindly to things that don't look human. They're terrified of them. So I had to fit in, somehow.
[A pause sits in the air uncomfortably.]
And, well, this form wasn't taken, so...
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[ If that wasn't obvious, he makes it so. Though Nate's jovial manner falters, he still settles himself at the foot of his bed, bold as you like, and regards him with an easy smile of his own. Honestly, it's difficult for a man who's been wearing masks all his life to not notice the seams and cracks. ]
I am from Ravka, not Earth. I have lived next to myth and monster alike, and I've taken quite kindly to you.
[ He won't pressure Nate, though. That would be an unkindness. ]
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[He focuses on that answer gladly, happy to have anything from Darkling so that he can move the conversation away from him and his stolen face. It's not that he feels bad about what he did. He's just worried about what other people might think of him for doing it in the first place.]
Have you? [He lets out a laugh - honestly, he feels a bit touched.] I mean, last time, you just couldn't keep your hands off of me...
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It is the country I came from. The world is vaster still than Ravka, but my heart belongs with it.
[ Snow and gold. The whirling skirts of an army both deadly and esteemed. The value of status, and the hunger for something better and bigger than what one has. There are pyres, in the distance, ill memories that sit heavy in his heart. A vast, dark ocean. A beautiful hart, bleeding out in the snow - frosted forests, a hut brewing with hidden warmth on the edge of a palatial estate. A woman in black, now old, once painfully beautiful - her hands combing through his hair while humming a lullaby. ]
Can you blame me? [ For all his touching. ] I'm curious by nature.
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[It doesn't look fun, but it's interesting. Nate can settle for interesting. He almost wants to wind through those forests, become a shadow in the middle of that estate. Just take it all in, like it's a museum.]
[He shifts closer, letting a hand carelessly settle on the Darkling's shoulder.]
There's a saying on Earth. "Curiosity killed the cat". [His mouth opens, his smile almost a little toothy to be comfortable. To tell the Darkling, or not to tell him? He doesn't know. He doesn't want to, but this attention is something he really does crave.] Are you sure you want to try to get a handle on something like me?
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Do I resemble a cat to you?
[ Nate, pls. The contact aside, if attention is all that this toothy fleshbeast child needs, that's not something that's difficult to provide. He rises, not because Nate's laid a hand on him, but because at this distance, he's very aware that there's makeup left on his face from the party. He returns to the bedside, once he's retrieved a washcloth -- a nice gesture, though he doesn't know if it's necessary. ]
If you're concerned over my reactions towards what you choose share, you could always show me your favorite shape from a far-off world.
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[He lets out a bright bout of laughter at that mental image and watches as Darkling walks away, only to come back with a towel. He arches an eyebrow, uncertain what it means, but then lifts a hand to his face - ah, it must be for that, huh?]
Oh, man, that's so hard! I have too many favorites! [But he does cock his head to the side, thinking over it.] Actually, ooh, let me show you one...
[He grins a wide, bright grin as his skin darkens and thickens, facial features sinking in and disappearing from view as small grooves and cracks move throughout his skin - there's an inner bright blue glow that starts to come from within him, bright as bright can be, and his body audibly crunches as it bulks out. His skin almost looks like obsidian now, his head becoming smaller, a glowing circle akin to an eye staring down at the Darkling. He's not big enough to tear his clothes, but he's definitely no spring chicken of a human being, either. His hands are now giant sickle-like blades that he crosses in front of himself.]
[In fact, he looks a bit like a medium-sized glowing golem of sorts.]
(Saw these ones a long time ago! They're really shy though, which is a shame. They look amazing.)
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cat ears.
The Darkling very nearly bids him to start anywhere, as they have an indeterminable amount of time to work their way through the extent of Nate's shapeshifting skills, when the strange alien goes and does just that - transforming himself into something as utterly foreign to the Darkling as Nate himself had been. And, if there had been little to no hesitation in the way he'd touched Nate when he was nothing but flesh and teeth, it's the same here -- carefully passing his hand over one of the bladed extensions as he studies this new form. ]
I'm envious. You seem to have seen a great number of strange and lovely creatures.
[ More than him, in all his years. ]
Do you just have to see them, to become them? Does it take study?