Cedar Sweep the whole world is sleeping

wrap up here/soon?

delight. does not. like. being frightened!

whatever direction he's picked to pull the pair, it's wrong: the scream comes again, this time directly over head. a siren-call, the falling of bombs, rome about to burn - the androgyne throws himself on the ground with a whimper, but there does not come the rending of flesh he expects. or - anything, actually.

moon-wide eyes meet screech's. "why are you looking at me," he hisses, and twists away, slowly climbing to his feet. he dare not move suddenly, but looks around, gingerly stepping forward. there is no fourth scream, not yet. "i think it's .. okay now," he says, breath held. "but i'm not sticking around to find out what that was," he adds, fur still fluffed in fear as he begins to edge his way away from the sweep and it's hell beasts, back in the direction of tindómë.