the difference between a garden
AND A GRAVEYARD
AND A GRAVEYARD
Ah fuck, now she’s crying. Hell of a vacation, huh? Enzo can’t help but automatically scan his surroundings with only his eyes, head held perfectly still so as not to betray himself, to desperately seek out Flora. She would surely know what to do with all…this. But of course it’s just the two of them and the ocean at his back.
…could he just run into it and get away?
“Help doesn’t have to be fighting, or even anything that requires being an adult. I don’t…know what else you’d want to help with? It’d just mean you could die.” And maybe it’s blunt, but death doesn’t scare Enzo, not between Remi and Vai’s influence. Flopping an awkward arm towards the ocean, Enzo tries for a comforting smile; his discomfort is still abundantly clear, but he gives it a good try. “I mean hey, clearly I’m not giving up fun!”
…could he just run into it and get away?
“Help doesn’t have to be fighting, or even anything that requires being an adult. I don’t…know what else you’d want to help with? It’d just mean you could die.” And maybe it’s blunt, but death doesn’t scare Enzo, not between Remi and Vai’s influence. Flopping an awkward arm towards the ocean, Enzo tries for a comforting smile; his discomfort is still abundantly clear, but he gives it a good try. “I mean hey, clearly I’m not giving up fun!”
is what you choose to put in the soil
ENZO
