Seaside Moors we got three more days 'til Friday [CHALLENGE]

rolling tomorrow, when we’re both online/present!

Anxiety was a terrible thing; the sea tried to crush them all once before but, after death was realised, he knew the inland was no better. No matter where they went, terrible things seemed to follow—were they cursed? It was a possibility he tried the best he could to not acknowledge, wanting more than anything for it to be untrue. And yet, when left alone with his thoughts—a common thing as of late—he found his mind drifting back to that one. But cursed or not, if it meant to kill them all, he was prepared to see them all taken by the sea again over anything else.

When a howl sounded over the Moors, he found it difficult to be surprised. Casting a glance out towards the sea, suspicious of it still, he did not immediately break away from his spot. Only after a moment or two of staring did he abandon his place, turning and seeking out the source of the howl—and when he arrived his silence followed him, gaze meeting that of the marred man with the question left hanging within his stare: what do you want?