Blackfeather Woods kissing wounds

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he didn't really know what he was doing.

he didn't really...know much of anything, it felt like. his life was nothing worth noting or sharing. he ate, he drank, he slept.

he wandered far and where he wanted, because blackwater hadn't really worked out. rivenwood hadn't worked out. home hadn't worked out.

veran, Ålesund, whatever anybody wanted to call him, didn't work out anywhere.

he lacked everything that made for a good friend or family member. so maybe it was time to just simply be alone. drift wherever he wanted with no consequences for cowardly actions. indulge in whatever he wanted, live however he wanted.

maybe that was how he found himself at an odd willow tree, brain looping into some nonsense he hadn't deciphered yet. shadows seemingly taking life before him.