Slipping in my faith until I fall
Marcus blinked when she leaned in. For half a second he didn’t quite process the question, only the way she leaned in, pale locks tipping forward, eyes narrowed with intense concentration. “I — what?” he said before catching himself. He cleared his throat again, straightening a little as if posture alone might smooth away whatever she thought she’d spotted. One hand lifted in a small, dismissive wave. “No. No, I’m fine.” His mouth tugged into an awkward half-smile, but it couldn’t take away the color in his cheeks or the warmth crawling up his neck. “I didn’t eat anything weird. Or get lost. Or — ” he glanced briefly toward the offending roots near the ground, “trip.”
Again, Marcus rubbed the back of his neck before crouching down near the roots Nova had tripped on, using the movement as an excuse to put a little more space between them. The leaves he had gathered still lay where he’d arranged them, bright against the dark forest floor, now also littered with what Nova had gathered. “Okay, so wreath.” He said after a moment, glancing back up at her. ”Where do we start?”
Again, Marcus rubbed the back of his neck before crouching down near the roots Nova had tripped on, using the movement as an excuse to put a little more space between them. The leaves he had gathered still lay where he’d arranged them, bright against the dark forest floor, now also littered with what Nova had gathered. “Okay, so wreath.” He said after a moment, glancing back up at her. ”Where do we start?”
Marcus
He never returned that call
