[Doom]

@graves

he followed her, hesitantly, but he honestly should’ve expected dappledghost to take the lead. it was his plan to escort her out of camp, but of course, she stole his thunder. smirking inwardly, the warrior wobbled beside her. his leg was still bad from the previous war, but it barely bothered him. once they were at a comfortable pace and far away enough from the clearing, chestnut cleared his throat. now...what to say? his eyes wandered the greenery around them, admiring the dappled morning light. it was a rarity to enjoy small moments like this - he wished he could wander more. his green irises eventually fell back up at dappledghost, inspecting the faded colorful patterns along her face and backside. granted, she was a gorgeous molly, no doubt. surely she knew that herself. when he felt he was...staring, the warrior withdrew his gaze and immediately piped up. “so um, how’s life treating you lately?” he stature tried to meet her own (she was very tall compared to him). “are you...happy?” he wanted to simply ask how she was. you know, like 'how are you'. so much for that plan.

idiot.