#something abt spoiled rich boy meets hell horror really slaps to me

[elliscousland]

[ BLUNDER ] for sender to walk in on receiver in a state of undress thus seeing their scars for the first time || @malurged

ellis had found a place on the water's edge, not too far from camp. he had washed his clothes in the stream & now had them laid out around him to dry in the sun. he'd managed to snag a tattered pair of trousers to wear from the druid's grove, but it was all he had in the meantime. he was at home under the noontime sky, sprawled out on the damp riverbank. in a few hours, he would complain about the way his curls would dry, caked in mud but until then he had found a moment of peace.

his skin was tattered, torn, though it was not the mark of a difficult life. if anything, the scars told of a lack of self-control on ellis' part. they bore the tales of his war hound, whom he had insisted that he train himself… unfortunately, his attempts involved treats even under the shadow of fergie's worst behavior. ellis missed the beast. he wondered if he had made it out of highever, he prayed they would be united one day though the chances were slim. his body was at work, trying to take care of a handful of other half-healed wounds. some were marks of their journey so far. others marked a betrayal. he couldn't afford to think of them, else he would become lost.

he floats in bittersweet notalgia, pulling himself out of the surge only when he realizes he is not alone. he pushes himself from the soil, gaze shifting to his companion. vespin was an odd sort, off-putting on the best of days. that left ellis with a certain intrigue. a certain fear. it was enough to keep him mistrustful but curious of the man. vespin surely had a story to tell, whether or not he could remember it.

" have you come for a swim then?" ellis muses, motioning to the water. despite this, clear blue eyes remain fixated on vespin, picking apart the other's presence in his mind. despite the intensity of his gaze, his hair sticks out at odd angles though he seems unbothered by the prospect. bashful is a word he'd never quite learned the meaning of , " the water's a bit cold, but clean. "