Wolfwood will take Nene's much smaller hand in his own as they begin to walk out of the Garden, all three of them. Livio is welcome to hold her other if he'd like, but he feels like he needs to do this, even so.
He has no idea what to expect. He's been warned, and- if he's lucky- the Forest will simply take what it wants and leave him wondering what that might have been, exactly. He would hate it no less, of course, but. You can't miss what you don't remember losing.
It feels too still. Too calm. The anxious wait for the other pin to drop is agonizing, yet it's one that Wolfwood keeps silent to himself as they trudge slowly forward. He walks with intent, one foot in front of the other, thinking more about what he'll meet with back at the Grove than anything else. Surely, he will not be welcome. He wouldn't be surprised if the others didn't want to see him again, alive or not.
The thought lingers at the forefront of his mind as the trio take their first steps out of the mist and into the forest proper. The silence, at this point, has become suffocating, like walls are trying to close in on him. Around his body, his chest, his head. A massive weight seems to settle, the trees crowding uncomfortably close to them the further they step. Wolfwood is tempted to try to turn a different way as the forest grows even thicker, but all that does is drive him headfirst into the thickest undergrowth yet.
He hesitates, just for one moment. His glasses are missing. He can't see whatever safe paths may be out here, relying entirely on Nene's guidance to ensure they don't walk face-first into the fog wall.
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Date: 2024-03-22 01:21 am (UTC)Wolfwood will take Nene's much smaller hand in his own as they begin to walk out of the Garden, all three of them. Livio is welcome to hold her other if he'd like, but he feels like he needs to do this, even so.
He has no idea what to expect. He's been warned, and- if he's lucky- the Forest will simply take what it wants and leave him wondering what that might have been, exactly. He would hate it no less, of course, but. You can't miss what you don't remember losing.
It feels too still. Too calm. The anxious wait for the other pin to drop is agonizing, yet it's one that Wolfwood keeps silent to himself as they trudge slowly forward. He walks with intent, one foot in front of the other, thinking more about what he'll meet with back at the Grove than anything else. Surely, he will not be welcome. He wouldn't be surprised if the others didn't want to see him again, alive or not.
The thought lingers at the forefront of his mind as the trio take their first steps out of the mist and into the forest proper. The silence, at this point, has become suffocating, like walls are trying to close in on him. Around his body, his chest, his head. A massive weight seems to settle, the trees crowding uncomfortably close to them the further they step. Wolfwood is tempted to try to turn a different way as the forest grows even thicker, but all that does is drive him headfirst into the thickest undergrowth yet.
He hesitates, just for one moment. His glasses are missing. He can't see whatever safe paths may be out here, relying entirely on Nene's guidance to ensure they don't walk face-first into the fog wall.
That is the least of his concerns.]