Witch's Marsh Unrequited

Hunst's sharp gaze followed Hokulani as she turned, his expression unreadable, his tone steady and cold when he spoke.

He scoffed. For Reverie. He knew what this was all about, but it seemed she had no fucking clue. He held his tongue. He'd hold it over, and over again— for Reverie.

He stood unmoving, his presence as constant and unyielding as the stone beneath his feet. His eyes remained on her, though his stance did not change. 'Ye don't got to worry about me. Watch your attitude next time, it could be Reverie 'stead of me.

With that, Hunst stepped back into the shadows, his demeanor distant, as if he had already begun to withdraw, his own thoughts closing off as he turned away. Clean up, then. But know this—actions speak louder than words.

His gaze lingered a moment longer, but only long enough to remind her that he was watching. Then, he was gone, as still and as cold as ever.