[For most of the night, Wolfwood leaves the Grove.
He just. Leaves. With no intention of coming back. He has the magic of the golden glasses baked into his own, meaning he's able to see the correct paths. He can't get himself turned around, not anymore. So he puts on that coat from Heimr, grabs the Punisher, and just fucking leaves.
From around 8PM to 2AM, Wolfwood is gone. If it weren't for the jacket, he probably would have died of hypothermia at the rate he's going, but the cold just spurs him on further. It drives him to keep moving, to try to get away from this awful place and everything it stands for. He walks until his shoes are soaked and his feet are threatening frostbite, until his entire body is coated in a layer of ice, until every step causes physical pain.
As the night reaches its zenith, he takes one more step out into the open, and finds himself back in the Grove.
...
Is Livio asleep? There's a dull knocking at his door.]
oops its 2 am and my not!boyfriend broke up with me-
He just. Leaves. With no intention of coming back. He has the magic of the golden glasses baked into his own, meaning he's able to see the correct paths. He can't get himself turned around, not anymore. So he puts on that coat from Heimr, grabs the Punisher, and just fucking leaves.
From around 8PM to 2AM, Wolfwood is gone. If it weren't for the jacket, he probably would have died of hypothermia at the rate he's going, but the cold just spurs him on further. It drives him to keep moving, to try to get away from this awful place and everything it stands for. He walks until his shoes are soaked and his feet are threatening frostbite, until his entire body is coated in a layer of ice, until every step causes physical pain.
As the night reaches its zenith, he takes one more step out into the open, and finds himself back in the Grove.
...
Is Livio asleep? There's a dull knocking at his door.]