JUDE
you're like the sun, you wake me up
Jude is admittedly owed a little parental concern at this point, though his maelstrom of both daddy and mommy issues leaves him yearning like a spindly flower toward any attention these vague, familial shapes of Remi and Ronin offer him. More childhood stories than man, he feels he knows them only on the efforts of someone else’s heels, leaving him attentive but silent in the hopes Remi might fill the space.
“Can you control them at all? The spirits, I mean.” Certainly not the hallucinations; as far as Jude knows, the infected plants are nearly unstoppable. Ludo’s Woods on the other hand should be more of a positive or powerful place for Remi as the herald’s demigod in Jude’s eyes.
An awed noise curls in his throat at the unexpected materialization of a shovel seemingly from mid-air. Jude offers his hands toward the handle, perhaps a bit drunk on martyrdom or age-typical lack of self-esteem. If anyone is to hallucinate on a plant with unknown cures, it should probably be the string bean weakling and not the walking god. “Channeling probably isn’t very helpful here, but I have long arms,” he tries to joke awkwardly, wielding the shovel like a polearm from afar as he tries to shove the spade end into the earth near the stems of the ferns.
“Can you control them at all? The spirits, I mean.” Certainly not the hallucinations; as far as Jude knows, the infected plants are nearly unstoppable. Ludo’s Woods on the other hand should be more of a positive or powerful place for Remi as the herald’s demigod in Jude’s eyes.
An awed noise curls in his throat at the unexpected materialization of a shovel seemingly from mid-air. Jude offers his hands toward the handle, perhaps a bit drunk on martyrdom or age-typical lack of self-esteem. If anyone is to hallucinate on a plant with unknown cures, it should probably be the string bean weakling and not the walking god. “Channeling probably isn’t very helpful here, but I have long arms,” he tries to joke awkwardly, wielding the shovel like a polearm from afar as he tries to shove the spade end into the earth near the stems of the ferns.
but you drain me out if I get too much
