MOONLIGHT. your muse and my muse are outside of the manor far past sunset and into the night, and while talking a shadowy figure can be seen walking through the woods. No matter how hard they try, though, they can’t catch up with it. ( rhys )
it got dark so quickly here, lux felt, it wasn’t like home, where daylight faded slowly and even when it did get dark, the streets were well lit to guide you back home. here, all they had were their phones and the moon to try and navigate themselves. maybe the stars, if she’d been a pirate back in the early 1900′s. ordinarily, she wouldn’t be worried, but they’re far from home and she could’ve sworn she saw something — but maybe it’s someone who can guide them back. looking over at rhys, she reaches for her hand. “hey, that might be someone from crenshaw,” she says, nodding towards the shadow that seems to be retreating quickly. “should we catch up with them?”
