* ⋆ @hermaeth ✩
❝ ARE YOU SURE IT WAS THIS WAY ? ❞ each step taken upon the terrain is heedful ; thin sprays of rain plummet upon the pair as they dwell further and further in to the depths of autumn - kissed wood. both garbed in slickers -- his an earthy green , hers a baby pink , though they do little to hinder the spray from coating their faces and numbing their fingers. a shiver runs through michael’s body ; each time he ventures in the midst of these trees , dread settles at the pit of his belly [ for it seemed that MISADVENTURE always awaits him there ]. boy - knight’s flashlight elevates , it’s beam looming over the mud - caked silt [ sneakers sink deeper into the earth with each step ]. ❝ ... STAY CLOSE , ❞ utters michael. thick hair clings to his forehead. the two come by over a jagged tree trunk ; michael , being a leggy boy , clambers over with ease. he offers hermione his hand , and she climbs over as well.
THE DOWNPOUR , at the very least , is merciful. the rain is biting , though its touch is light , and they’re able to move quickly. the night would be serene if not for the happenings that had coaxed them there. even ‘hind the guise of serenity , calamity lingered , pungent in the atmosphere , and boy - knight refuses to allow himself to be fooled so easily. before their very eyes , the prolonged process of the inevitable ensues : each day , the town crumbles , tempest looming overhead , soon to swallow itself whole.
❝ what were you doing out this far in the MIRKWOOD , anyway ? ❞ voice resounds , deep as it pierces through the gentle the patter of the storm. ❝ don’t you know what’s been happening here ? [ ... ] no one saw you ? ❞
