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westwhere2021-07-28 10:11 pm
lancifolium) wrote in westwhere2021-07-28 10:11 pm
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(closed) it's a hundred bad dreams
WHO: Lily Evans and Eleven
WHEN: A few days after this
WHERE: Camp
WHAT: Two good beans stressed out by ghosts having a chat.
WARNINGS: None yet, will add as needed
The days following the carriage crash had carried a hostile tension with them. Lily was always on her guard, aware of the stares from the soldiers and now - almost as distressingly - the presence of a bear nearby.
All told, she thought her odds were better with the bear.
She wondered if Izahad’s disappearance would be linked to her eventually, after what Eleven had said happened to him, she did not expect that if discovered she would be met with compassion. It wasn’t that she regretted her choice, Lily was firm in the knowledge that she had done the right thing and if pressed on it she would say the same no matter what, but, that didn’t make her any less afraid of what was coming. The ghosts were unhappy, and every day their anger made it harder to breathe.
Aware that if anyone understood being sneered at by specters (and then some!) it was Eleven, she sought him out as the caravan stopped to break for camp one evening. No longer able to keep this pervasive unease and wariness to herself, she went to him because at the very least she thought he might be feeling similarly.
Clearing her throat as she approached, Lily held her pack to her chest with one arm, while leading Bronson behind her.
“Is it alright to camp next to you tonight?” Just how troubled she was, was written all over her face, but that didn’t stop her from swiftly raising a hand, laughing tiredly and nervously.
“It’s silly I know but I’d just rather set up beside someone I know I can trust.” Not to mention, two of them against the ghosts was better than one of them, though she hoped it wouldn’t come to that, and didn’t dare voice it aloud.
WHEN: A few days after this
WHERE: Camp
WHAT: Two good beans stressed out by ghosts having a chat.
WARNINGS: None yet, will add as needed
The days following the carriage crash had carried a hostile tension with them. Lily was always on her guard, aware of the stares from the soldiers and now - almost as distressingly - the presence of a bear nearby.
All told, she thought her odds were better with the bear.
She wondered if Izahad’s disappearance would be linked to her eventually, after what Eleven had said happened to him, she did not expect that if discovered she would be met with compassion. It wasn’t that she regretted her choice, Lily was firm in the knowledge that she had done the right thing and if pressed on it she would say the same no matter what, but, that didn’t make her any less afraid of what was coming. The ghosts were unhappy, and every day their anger made it harder to breathe.
Aware that if anyone understood being sneered at by specters (and then some!) it was Eleven, she sought him out as the caravan stopped to break for camp one evening. No longer able to keep this pervasive unease and wariness to herself, she went to him because at the very least she thought he might be feeling similarly.
Clearing her throat as she approached, Lily held her pack to her chest with one arm, while leading Bronson behind her.
“Is it alright to camp next to you tonight?” Just how troubled she was, was written all over her face, but that didn’t stop her from swiftly raising a hand, laughing tiredly and nervously.
“It’s silly I know but I’d just rather set up beside someone I know I can trust.” Not to mention, two of them against the ghosts was better than one of them, though she hoped it wouldn’t come to that, and didn’t dare voice it aloud.