I'm a Young One stuck in the box of an Old One's head
Who: England and America
What: Lovers spat
Planning a June wedding
Navigating the catacombs together
When: Beginning of December onwards
Where: The Catacombs
Warnings: PG-13, will go up if necessary
Status: Complete
For his second trip here, things were already going terribly.
It felt like he'd been wandering for months, the darkness beginning to disorient, the rats becoming irritating and nerve-wracking when he wanted to rest, insect life and other pests nesting around him.
He wanted it to end. He also wanted some damn food, maybe a cup of tea. He was going to see which came first, because both seemed rather unlikely.
Depending on the same luck of prior, he had been wandering to maybe find another as well. He had been yelling, but soon gave way to irritable calls, not wanting to waste his voice. He was sick of this, sick of being stuck in jungles, sick of things trying to hurt him, suck of being generally stuck...
"Can all just go to hell..." he growled aloud, talking to himself, finally collapsing, heaving a sigh, resting.
What: Lovers spat
Planning a June wedding
Navigating the catacombs together
When: Beginning of December onwards
Where: The Catacombs
Warnings: PG-13, will go up if necessary
Status: Complete
For his second trip here, things were already going terribly.
It felt like he'd been wandering for months, the darkness beginning to disorient, the rats becoming irritating and nerve-wracking when he wanted to rest, insect life and other pests nesting around him.
He wanted it to end. He also wanted some damn food, maybe a cup of tea. He was going to see which came first, because both seemed rather unlikely.
Depending on the same luck of prior, he had been wandering to maybe find another as well. He had been yelling, but soon gave way to irritable calls, not wanting to waste his voice. He was sick of this, sick of being stuck in jungles, sick of things trying to hurt him, suck of being generally stuck...
"Can all just go to hell..." he growled aloud, talking to himself, finally collapsing, heaving a sigh, resting.