#greendefender

@greendefender

 sometimes when john looks back at his own memories, it feels more like a monster trying to recall his days as a man, so he tries not to do it often. but alec - beneath all that moss and vine - still has the thing that john’s lost, so long ago. it doesn’t have a name, not any that john can pin it with, but the loss pangs inside of him every day he’s sober enough to feel it. 

he envies alec for that, a special kind of bitterness tangled in his chest like a bushel of thorns. 

“Is that….a joke?” He wasn’t sure how to respond whenever John said something like that. He just tilted his head to the side and gave him a confused look.

Her hazel eyes took in the men surrounding her. Silent assassins, dressed in the same red robes she was. Ready to move in on her. Pounce on her. She didn’t know who they were. She didn’t know who she was, but she knew that she had to get away from them. The redhead had woken up, finally, breaking through whatever control they’d had on her -- it seemed they weren’t willing to let her go that easily. 

She knew getting out of the city was a mistake. She was never fond of overly crowded dense forests. Jessica got enough of that plus more in the Savage Land. Everything smelled like mud or rotting leaves. And when you have super senses, it could be a little disorienting to hear every twig snap. 

    But super senses also came with the beneficial perk of knowing when she’s being watched. Call it women’s intuition. She shot a glare behind her, one fist clenched. 

“I assumed you would enjoy being that vulgar.”

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 The sound of John’s heels as he circles the clearing to one uncharted forest is muted by the soft earth beneath his feet. It feels...alive somehow, like if he stops walking, it’ll swallow him below. He doesn’t like that, but he also doesn’t give it much of his attention as there are other matters to deal with. 

He waves a hand over a spot towards the center, eyes flickering to the responding faint glow of symbols that have rotted into the moss with time. “Jus’ as I thought...” John says, quick to place a cigarette between his lips and light it, “...ancient magic still flows it’s way through this place.”