1/20/2025, 9:08 PM
Nightingale had woken up similarly, confused in a field of flowers blanketed by a layer of soft and fluffy snow. He sat up and immediately started looking for something familiar. For the lake with the hill that rose over it. For the forest that surrounded it. Hell, he even looked around to see if he could find his parents. The woodland here was beautiful, and reminded him of the glade along the lake he'd settled in with his family not too long ago. Except much more floral.
He was beginning to think he was utterly alone until he heard the faintest voice. What direction was that? The snow dampened the sound and he froze, breathing in heavily in short sniffs to figure it out. He turned about, casting his gaze through the trees as he pushed towards where he thought it'd come from.
It had sounded like them... They'd left, though. Gone somewhere without him for a while. He hadn't understood it. How had he even come to his place?
He was beginning to think he was utterly alone until he heard the faintest voice. What direction was that? The snow dampened the sound and he froze, breathing in heavily in short sniffs to figure it out. He turned about, casting his gaze through the trees as he pushed towards where he thought it'd come from.
It had sounded like them... They'd left, though. Gone somewhere without him for a while. He hadn't understood it. How had he even come to his place?
Ger?his voice quivered as he stopped in his tracks. His blue and silver eyes casting everywhere, even up in the trees, as if his other half would materialize from the branches above him. He'd know that voice anywhere. The scent that drifted through the trees.
I'm not dreaming, am I?because only that could explain such a bizarre happenstance.
Geraint is welcome in any and all of Nightingale's threads at any point.