#c. dwayne

           his fingers trace over the rough edge of the cavern wall as he wanders inside the opening .    it’s hard to make out the real size of it all in the dark ,    up this close ,    at least ,   it would be for a human .    but she’s not that .    he can tell .     𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗡𝗦 𝗧𝗢 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗥 .    his hand pressed against the stone as he leans heavily against it ,   ankles crossed ,   his coat hanging open to reveal bare skin underneath .

                 he raises an eyebrow at michael ,    but is slow to speak .     michael isn’t really like them .    he has people ,   his own family .     something to keep him rooted and stable .    but dwayne -------- like the rest of the boys ------- doesn’t have anywhere else to go .      𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗔 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗘 𝗛𝗘'𝗦 𝗚𝗥𝗢𝗪𝗡 𝗨𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗢 .    and he doesn’t hate it .    there was a time where he missed the past ,    now ,    though ,    everything is the present .    a half smile finds his lips ,    and he shakes his head .