Two Eyes Cenote and anything before is nothing

part iii of ???. i'm so sorry if this is too late. <3

aimlessly, helplessly he has wandered; skirting through these unfamiliar territories with paranoia beginning to paint the edges of the vision he carries, cradled tightly to his chest, with the hectic lines of uneven lead pencil strokes.

threatening to dig into the heart of the vision.

into the heart of him; rotten and illbegotten as it was.

dusk has fallen over the cenote; the scrubland painted in the myraid of spilled paint, vibrant pinks, oranges and purples over a rapidly darkening sky.

her scent is here, though. had it been here last time? ingram hesitates for only a moment, fearing that he is imagining it. that perhaps he is doomed to be stuck in this loop; carrying this cursed news like the ones tucked neatly into the book of the dead.

princess? desperation digs it's claws into his chest; icy and sharp. @Toula! he calls out for her, forgoing formality the second time.