Peter
And I broke my promise on a very sharp rock
And I was possessed by something unfriendly
Wessex’s voice rings in his head, drawi by bright eyes down to the edge of the tunnel as if Peter can see the water, can smell the fresh air. Everything is slimy here, apparently. The doors, the water. Judging by the other they’ve been following though, that’s a good sign, as much as it has Pet drawing into himself to avoid it. And I was possessed by something unfriendly
Chancing a few steps down the tunnel, away from Sam, Pet calls out his response, voice loud enough to echo, but hopefully quiet enough to not draw unwanted attention. “Its not. There’s a... a hole, though.”
Sam draws his attention back to the door, a thin lipped frown on his face. “There has to be... something, a uh, a different way to open it.” Pushing hadn’t worked, but maybe sliding it would? Or maybe lifting it? Pet looks around for something to use as a lever, a slim rock, a sturdy bit of root, anything solid and not covered in slime.
Pet tells Wessex it doesn’t look like an ascended door and tries to find a level to maybe lift the door with
And I was haunted by a demon in my sleep
And that’s how I learned to survive
And that’s how I learned to survive
