S E I J I
He isn't really paying attention. This must be why the man appears so suddenly: empty forest, and then forest occupied between one blink and the next. Fear sweeps down every nerve ending in a swift thrill, colder for a moment than the cold of before. He flinches, one foot scuffing back through a cover of crackling leaves. The sound disturbs him, and he stills, his thoughts a hazy cloud of what is that? how did it get here? until the stranger speaks.
"Lost?" his own voice parrots back, frail as the leaves beneath his feet. He blinks, refocusing on the trees, the shadows, the man. A strange-looking man. Very tall, hair a long river the color of snow. Seiji has never seen anything like this before. He wonders haphazardly if it could be a dream. A hallucination. Some sort of spirit —
Does that matter?
"I am lost." He nods, his dark eyes flickering from left to right with the wariness of a lonely fawn. He feels far too out of sorts to even be seen by another human, but he is also aware — however dimly — that he needs help. "What is this place?" Why am I here? He fears to voice the truth of it aloud.
He isn't really paying attention. This must be why the man appears so suddenly: empty forest, and then forest occupied between one blink and the next. Fear sweeps down every nerve ending in a swift thrill, colder for a moment than the cold of before. He flinches, one foot scuffing back through a cover of crackling leaves. The sound disturbs him, and he stills, his thoughts a hazy cloud of what is that? how did it get here? until the stranger speaks.
"Lost?" his own voice parrots back, frail as the leaves beneath his feet. He blinks, refocusing on the trees, the shadows, the man. A strange-looking man. Very tall, hair a long river the color of snow. Seiji has never seen anything like this before. He wonders haphazardly if it could be a dream. A hallucination. Some sort of spirit —
Does that matter?
"I am lost." He nods, his dark eyes flickering from left to right with the wariness of a lonely fawn. He feels far too out of sorts to even be seen by another human, but he is also aware — however dimly — that he needs help. "What is this place?" Why am I here? He fears to voice the truth of it aloud.
The rain is full
of ghosts tonight
of ghosts tonight
