Haunted Wood you will be my salvation

guardian’s expression became.. unreadable, something that he’d learned as a coping mechanism. those emotions were still being processed, but his mind had already exited their conversation, leaving him somewhere between present and absent: an ambivalent witness.

he sighed and turned away from santiago. nothing, guardian sniffled. he lifted a charcoal paw to wipe a string of snot from his nose, saying, i don’t want to talk anymore. either way, he would continue staring at his companion until given permission to leave.