PETER
Night has only grown deeper since he's been out, roaming the jungle, but the darkness doesn't bother Peter anymore. Most things don't bother Peter anymore. He should be going home soon, should be turning his feet back towards Haulani, back towards beaches and places that seem so gentle and calm. But ahead of him, there is that endless call of just a little further, a little further. There is a mystery behind every tree.
Five more minutes, he promises himself, and then he will turn around. There is a countdown ticking away in his head, a patient tick of numbers that leaves him as soon as he hears someone ahead of him. For a wild tangle of trees and plants, there were a lot of people out wandering.
Fleet footedness has returned to him, aided by the ascended lightness, and it keeps his steps near silent as he creeps up behind the girl, taking in her strange companion, the quiver of arrows at her side. "What do you know?" He asks softly, close enough to be heard, but still out of arms reach. Death hasn't made him careless, even if he doesn't feel pain anymore.
Five more minutes, he promises himself, and then he will turn around. There is a countdown ticking away in his head, a patient tick of numbers that leaves him as soon as he hears someone ahead of him. For a wild tangle of trees and plants, there were a lot of people out wandering.
Fleet footedness has returned to him, aided by the ascended lightness, and it keeps his steps near silent as he creeps up behind the girl, taking in her strange companion, the quiver of arrows at her side. "What do you know?" He asks softly, close enough to be heard, but still out of arms reach. Death hasn't made him careless, even if he doesn't feel pain anymore.
I’m sorry lover, I’m sorry I bring you down
Well these days I try, and these days I tend to lie
Well these days I try, and these days I tend to lie
