#dppmarchmadness

[text || teddy bear] :: trying not to freeze my balls off.

[ text to || darling 💙 ] : what do you mean who is this? Annalise...

He moved around the grounds, eyeing the tents carefully. What sort of idiotic person would cast a spell that did not fully work? If Ariston was here, he’d be cursing out the stupidity of that villain. Sighing, Taedyn crossed his arms and slowly search for an ounce of similarity -- maybe a person, though he was doubting she had been amongst these tragic souls.

[ text to || spoiled ] : i’m fine, i just can’t sleep [ text to || spoiled ] : i’m in the east quadrant; everyone here seems to be having these terrible nightmares  [ text to || spoiled ] : what about you?

Setting up camp in their tent, Eton started to organize things so that they would have the most amount of space to work with. He figured if he had to share a tent with anyone, let alone Berlioz, it would be more bearable if they weren’t cramped. “I was starting to think you were avoiding me,” Eton joked when he saw the other male enter the tent. “You can pick whichever side, I don’t care either way.”

[text to || Will] :: oh thank goodness! and you’re both alright? [text to || Will] :: okay...what do you have to tell me? you know I hate guessing games

Zaiden stepped out of the tent for a few minutes to get some air, running his fingers through his hair casually. He needed to clear his head about things, as it wasn’t going to do any good to dwell on them. Closing his eyes, he tucked his hands in his pockets and continued on, able to sense where he was going without looking. He remained undisturbed until he heard footsteps approaching, turning and opening his eyes to see a young blond girl. “Hm?”