Lone Star Mountain see in the dark

hiii mom!

we don't need you to call anyone. vex quips quickly; not knowing that arbiter was hot on their tails anyway. we told you. we're not lost. vex repeats, voice accented with an indignant tone. he makes the assumption that no one would answer anyway ...which makes him wander what the two males planned to do with them when that was the case.

he's comforted by haunt at his back, and his upper lip curls back as he stares down the stranger facing him; summoning all the haughty bravado his lanky, still growing body can hold, scoffing at the assurance not to fear.

who's afraid? he sneers; leaning on his sarcasm as his defense mechanism to hide that he's worried ( ok, maybe he's a little scared ). fear, ironically; hits him like a wrecking ball as arbiter appears like an hellhound of wrath. he wants to shoot haunt a look but doesn't dare move his gaze from the stranger even as he swallows thickly because he knows once this situation is dealt with haunt and him were in for some deep shit.