02-19-2019, 09:52 PM
JUST STANDING WAITING FOR THE PUNCHES
tw for mentions of death
Tomorrow knew death, perhaps not so much as many others. He did know pain however, and he knew there were many worse things that could be done to a person outside of simply killing them. He'd never voice that, and he wasn't exactly a depressive person; he was just... Aware.
He noticed the small commotion as he saw Brendan darting back towards the Lodge as he was exiting, and then saw Hayley and a stranger outside in the snow. That wasn't exactly an uncommon occurrence; plenty of wanderers showed up, half dead and freezing. He hadn't seen any with a limp arm though, or in such an obvious state of shock.
Hurrying outside, his dog Jeremiah at his heels, he stopped a few feet away from Hayley and the stranger. His rifle was slung over his back, but Tomorrow made no move to draw it; he doubted this man would be trouble, and he'd always been told to never aim at someone you weren't prepared to shoot.
"Gods- yeah, c'mon sir. Let's get you inside and warmed up." Tomorrow said, concern clear on his face. He glanced at Hayley, noticing she'd given her outermost coat to the stranger, and his concern only grew. His most immediate thought was to offer his coat to her, but he didn't want to be too overbearing.
Tomorrow knew death, perhaps not so much as many others. He did know pain however, and he knew there were many worse things that could be done to a person outside of simply killing them. He'd never voice that, and he wasn't exactly a depressive person; he was just... Aware.
He noticed the small commotion as he saw Brendan darting back towards the Lodge as he was exiting, and then saw Hayley and a stranger outside in the snow. That wasn't exactly an uncommon occurrence; plenty of wanderers showed up, half dead and freezing. He hadn't seen any with a limp arm though, or in such an obvious state of shock.
Hurrying outside, his dog Jeremiah at his heels, he stopped a few feet away from Hayley and the stranger. His rifle was slung over his back, but Tomorrow made no move to draw it; he doubted this man would be trouble, and he'd always been told to never aim at someone you weren't prepared to shoot.
"Gods- yeah, c'mon sir. Let's get you inside and warmed up." Tomorrow said, concern clear on his face. He glanced at Hayley, noticing she'd given her outermost coat to the stranger, and his concern only grew. His most immediate thought was to offer his coat to her, but he didn't want to be too overbearing.
'cus it don't make a difference anyway
tags - 26yrs - 6'1 - he/him - representative of fl
tags - 26yrs - 6'1 - he/him - representative of fl
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