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Lol get wrecked its my art but it doesnt come through correctly
Lorna's P.O.V
I rolled to my side, expecting the warmth of another being beside me on the bed, where was he?
Pushing myself out of the bed I drearily made my way down the new set of stairs, "Wirt?" I drowsily asked "Where are you?'
Then i had seen it, a stiff shadowed figure, sitting accompanied by the faint sound of sawing.
Long thin streams of blackened tears flowed from his face as he clutched the nub of his newly sawn antler. Wirt leaned back, from pain and withdrawal.
"Wirt, what are you doing?" I asked from behind the stairs railing, he responded with a small smile.
"I..." his voice trailed off,"I couldn't fit through the doorway, with these." he gestured towards the once antlers on his head.
Even when the Beast was killed three weeks ago, Wirt was never truly the same.
Without a lantern, or a set purpose to live he became anxious at the sight of lanterns and cried at night, clutching his little brother's teapot whispering constantly and repeatedly, "I could never save you, I'm so sorry..." through tears.
He was playing with his cape buttons, another sign that he was nervous, this was also a symptom of his anxiety.
He looked ashamed of his actions he stared into the floor, expectant of chastisement. Instead, I leaned on him arms wrapped around his torso, stroking his hair lovingly.
"Oh, Wirt I am truly sorry, I do not know what to do."
After a moment if consideration he returned the gesture to me and for minutes we stood, enveloped in the warmth of lovers through the cold night.
"You should, probably go back to bed, Lorna." I grasped his shirt tighter, "Ok, come with me." He stepped back, "I-i'm going somewhere, sorry..." before I even ask I know the answer.
"I'm going, into the forest." "Nay, it is dark out, you might get hurt." "I SAID I AM GOING! His eyes glared threateningly at me, luminescent and colourful.
Wirt's P.O.V
W-what have I done? Who am I anymore? If Lorna was afraid if me, what would I do?
Oh god, i'm going to have another breakdown, I wont be able to cope this time. I never have been able to calm myself.
Lorna had always stayed by my side, listening to maniac ramblings as I rock back and forth, breaking into oily tears.
I love Lorna. I don't really know if it's normal love, nothing really had been normal since The Unknown anyway, but I care for her. More than myself.
Why did I threaten her? I stood there, eyes widened in panic. Then I ran out the door, she couldn't follow me at this pace in the night.
