Evening, Partly Cloudy — Current Temperature: 36° F/2° C
also. updated map!
keepin it vague like a pro~
also fireflies will appear...idunno EVENTUALLY.
He moved on from the lake only begrudgingly, feeling as if he were saying goodbye to the sunlight forever. The shadows swallowed him up again and they moved on. They were quieter now because of their little spat, speaking less frequently. Datura suffered from it. He was still bitterly frustrated with her, angry with the way she had chosen to hurt him, ashamed of the way he had behaved. The silence was both a punishment directed outwardly at her and inwardly at himself. That was not to say, however, that he liked her any less. He certainly wanted to, at first, after having cracked himself open to let her poke her nose into all of the pain that was inside of him. A great part of him resented her for getting to see it, for knowing how he really felt about things. An even greater part of him though found that he liked her more, found himself attached to this girl who hadn't yet deserted him. He trusted her, despite anything, despite everything. Maybe she didn't like him the way she had claimed to before, before their fight... but he was kind of hoping that she did. Although there was always a chance that the side of him that needed her only needed her because, now that she had seen him at his worst, she had to be kept close so as to make certain she didn't go telling everyone else about it. Honestly it was hard to be sure. And these were the thoughts he entertained as they wandered about in the darkness. Whether it was night or day it mattered not, the amount of light seemed to be the same. As they moved farther south however, the little heiress remarked that the trees seemed to be getting closer together. And it was true. They grew nearly on top of each other. If Datura had thought he hated the trees back in the woods they had left for their unwelcoming darkness, he hated these for the claustrophobia they incited in his heart. And the ground, the ground at his feet was mushy in all the wrong ways. "@Taima," he whispered wearily, "I don't want to be stuck out here forever." |
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