Black Morass cus i’m heartless

the woman comes forth. like a slender, pristine snake. hissing her pleasantries in the ear of elowen, pressing close to her. lorcan does nothing, says nothing—yet. watching, waiting with a simmering discontent.

envy is buzzing. she seems... alive, for the first time in a long while. lorcan's eyes slide to the woman and he can only muster a begrudging huff. looking down at her where she presses between he and elowen, gleaming with a soft sort of pride.

elowen. he calls her name and moves, seeking to corral his wife away with a nudge of his head. he didn't want to stay here. not only did he hate the swamp, but he was quickly picking up on bad vibes. and trust, he knew bad vibes. he was bad vibes, more often than not—and so he knew he would not subject her to this environment.

whatever it was.

he looks back at envy, something quiet, maybe softer in his eyes. we are leavin', envy. but it's obvious that his we does not involve her. he wouldn't rob her of this opportunity. i'll come visit. promise.