08-07-2018, 07:03 AM
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/ hey! don’t feel pressured to match this in any way, a tdlr will be at the bottom! also sorry about in errors, i’m on mobile!
she hadn’t meant to go far. she really hadn’t. she had just... wanted to take a moment to herself to get her thoughts together. then she had thought she had seen someone. wandering into the woods hadn’t ended well. she hadn’t been able to find her way back. she had gotten so irrevocably lost, and then further turned around when she had tried to to find her way to somewhere familiar.
she was going to die out here. she was going to die and nobody would know where she went and she wasn’t going to be able to make it. johannes was going to think she abandoned him. hadnt she, though? she was leaving everyone. again.
then she had found the cave. it was huge and scared her but it was her best shot at shelter. she stayed there for months. until now.
opening her eyes, dahlia sat up straight on her best of dead leaves and moss shreds. she was a complete mess. finding food wasn’t as easy as she had hoped. running her fingers through her hair, she realized she had had enough. she had given up. she fucking gave up. resigned herself to spending the rest of her days out here, being a fucking hermit. she was going to find her way home and then she was going to spend time with johannes and gray and everyone she cared about.
leaving the cave entrance, still having never gone deep within, she headed out into the grotto, the sunlight green and happy filtering through all the leaves. following the faintly worn path she had used to travel around the grotto, she took a deep breath. this was good. this was change. this was taking control of her environment and leaving her circumstances. she was going home. she was going to do it! hope pricked at her chest, shooting holes through its gaunt bones. she could do this. she was capable of far more than she had ever thought and she was going to make it back home.
it was going to take hours, but she knew the path well enough. she knew how to get out now. she was sure of it. she would let that hope in her heart guide her. in the aching hours that followed, she felt the temperature cooling significantly. she was certain that this was s good sign. the air was becoming thinner and the incline sharpened. after walking even further, her bones aching, she could see the snow. she could do this.
she was still technically a member as she had never left, only gotten lost, so she walked right over the border, headed for the lodge house. knocking on the door, excitement bubbling up, and swung open the door.
it was cold. it was dark. it didn’t feel like anyone had been in it for some time. they weren’t here. they had left. she had been away for far too long. they hadn’t waited for her to come back. they hadn’t known she was going to come back. it wasn’t their fault. it was all hers. she faintly wondered if johannes still had mr. whiskers. she hoped the cat was okay.
her chest felt so hollow. she had worked so hard for nothing. they weren’t here. tromping our of the lodge and down the mountain, she took a seat on s stump and began to sob. everyone was gone.
tdlr: dahlia had gotten lost a few months back, finally found her way back and came to the old lodge which nobody was in and thinks everyone is gone so is now crying on a tree stump.
#pyresfancy
she hadn’t meant to go far. she really hadn’t. she had just... wanted to take a moment to herself to get her thoughts together. then she had thought she had seen someone. wandering into the woods hadn’t ended well. she hadn’t been able to find her way back. she had gotten so irrevocably lost, and then further turned around when she had tried to to find her way to somewhere familiar.
she was going to die out here. she was going to die and nobody would know where she went and she wasn’t going to be able to make it. johannes was going to think she abandoned him. hadnt she, though? she was leaving everyone. again.
then she had found the cave. it was huge and scared her but it was her best shot at shelter. she stayed there for months. until now.
opening her eyes, dahlia sat up straight on her best of dead leaves and moss shreds. she was a complete mess. finding food wasn’t as easy as she had hoped. running her fingers through her hair, she realized she had had enough. she had given up. she fucking gave up. resigned herself to spending the rest of her days out here, being a fucking hermit. she was going to find her way home and then she was going to spend time with johannes and gray and everyone she cared about.
leaving the cave entrance, still having never gone deep within, she headed out into the grotto, the sunlight green and happy filtering through all the leaves. following the faintly worn path she had used to travel around the grotto, she took a deep breath. this was good. this was change. this was taking control of her environment and leaving her circumstances. she was going home. she was going to do it! hope pricked at her chest, shooting holes through its gaunt bones. she could do this. she was capable of far more than she had ever thought and she was going to make it back home.
it was going to take hours, but she knew the path well enough. she knew how to get out now. she was sure of it. she would let that hope in her heart guide her. in the aching hours that followed, she felt the temperature cooling significantly. she was certain that this was s good sign. the air was becoming thinner and the incline sharpened. after walking even further, her bones aching, she could see the snow. she could do this.
she was still technically a member as she had never left, only gotten lost, so she walked right over the border, headed for the lodge house. knocking on the door, excitement bubbling up, and swung open the door.
it was cold. it was dark. it didn’t feel like anyone had been in it for some time. they weren’t here. they had left. she had been away for far too long. they hadn’t waited for her to come back. they hadn’t known she was going to come back. it wasn’t their fault. it was all hers. she faintly wondered if johannes still had mr. whiskers. she hoped the cat was okay.
her chest felt so hollow. she had worked so hard for nothing. they weren’t here. tromping our of the lodge and down the mountain, she took a seat on s stump and began to sob. everyone was gone.
tdlr: dahlia had gotten lost a few months back, finally found her way back and came to the old lodge which nobody was in and thinks everyone is gone so is now crying on a tree stump.
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---yeah we all still die
what will you leave behind ?
what will you leave behind ?