@speedsterborn location: the forest notes: october event
Truthfully, Samson didn’t have the best track record with the forest but it had been a few months since the last time he’d gotten lost out here. Of those that were no longer with him, it was out in the forest that he felt his most connected with at least one. Sat against a tree, the camera that Samson had purchased perched neatly on his pulled in knees, he scrolled through the photos that he and Adrian had taken together. There was a smile, then the end of the film. It shouldn’t be in his nature to dwell on the past, and yet, the past seemed to be everywhere he looked lately.
Those who left, those who’d been cursed - they were meant to be stronger now - but Samson felt more powerless than ever. To be certain, he was a light that never went out, but he flickered from time to time.
As the forest curled around him, shadows growing longer, there was a creeping sensation that ran up his spine. Something akin to being watched, but when he looked up, he only saw someone just coming through the treeline. “Brent -” They’d texted… briefly, but beyond that Samson couldn’t say he knew him particularly well, “I uh-” he flushed, spine still tingling before he looked around the small clearing - eyes scanning the misty trees. “Do you ever feel like something’s following you? Not like… hunted,” that was for the bedroom, “just like, waiting? I haven’t been able to shake the feeling all day that something’s watching me.”