[ closer to dawn than dusk, jayce can't be too sure he's cleanly tucked away from the light's future reach, but he does try to stay closer to nature than civilization. he tries, but he's awkwardly wedged underneath a crooked tree and uplifted log at the valley's edge. he cannot see, cannot speak— so nothing quite speaks in return to jack's inquiry.
but jayce hears. he smells. fingers curls into grass and gravel as he attempts to flatten himself to the earth. there is, at least, an exchange happening, mind to mind that he cannot control, a feeling that cannot be fabricated or masked: a spike in his worries, and a sharp, insistent no as an answer.
he would've rather said "everything's fine, go back". not everything is possible when you are half deer, all rot and even more monster. ]
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but jayce hears. he smells. fingers curls into grass and gravel as he attempts to flatten himself to the earth. there is, at least, an exchange happening, mind to mind that he cannot control, a feeling that cannot be fabricated or masked: a spike in his worries, and a sharp, insistent no as an answer.
he would've rather said "everything's fine, go back". not everything is possible when you are half deer, all rot and even more monster. ]