The Bracken Woods it's better to burn than to fade away

their knack for summoning each other by thought is growing to be a little alarming. not that delight knows alarian is thinking about him. in fact, it seems that alarian is doing the opposite of thinking about him.

he's slipped behind his governor as the other left the territory, feeling a vague prickle of irritation despite his current "avoiding the situation" thing. hadn't they just fought about this? and like he's on the same page vis-a-vis not talking at the moment, but to take off running as though he's poisonous is just. well. it hurts his feelings a little. it'd be easy to intercept him and scold him, but delight's too highly strung and ends up waffling, trailing behind him at a distance instead. he'll just.. keep an eye on things, make sure there's no other evil murderous brothers he doesn't know about. and later on yell at him. yeah, that seems fair.

(in retrospect, he'd almost prefer the spectre of another murderous sibling.)

delight doesn't know the strange man that approaches alarian, but it's clear he does. oh.

oh.

he's too far away to hear what's being said but does he really need to? the scene is clear enough from where he's standing. he should go, he needs to go before he's seen but his feet are rooted to the earth, frozen as he watches alarian pull away. any time now, delight, make yourself move before one of them sees you.

fuck.