[private] The Wounds of My Past || {Wound}

[wound]

S he doesn’t fault him for stepping away. Pressing her mouth to his had been a reckless decision, albeit a thoughtless one. It’s been a long time since she’s last seen someone who’s endured similar hardships to her. It’s caught her off-guard, tempting her to do things she wouldn’t have ever done in her right mind. But she can’t help but feel a pinch of shame as he moves away from her. There had been a connection between them, thriving and alive, but it severs when their touch does likewise. A heavy sigh leaves her throat, centering her back into the world again. The forest swirls around her, creating more noise than she had noticed before, and her ears twist to catch the sounds. “I… I’m sorry.” She stutters over her words, intense anxiety suddenly crippling her. It’s worse than it has been in a long while (the last time had been back before Tephra, in the moments when her feet were to step upon the Field’s grass) and she finds no words able to escape her throat. Her heart beats quickly, pressing against the confines of her ribcage. Her eyes roll and suddenly the forest is pressing down on her. She can feel its weight against her shoulders. “I…” A choke and she’s stumbling, tripping over her panicked feet. But her deformed leg betrays her today and she stumbles further, the only thing stopping her from falling completely being the heavy chest of the forest stranger.

credit to nat of adoxography.

@[Hephaestus] So, Wound used to be super anxious when she was younger, and this entire experience just gave her a bit of a flashback and here she is D: