@iyazakbar [ closed starter ]
Well the Island had been another bloody shitehole of a mess. People turning into zombies and walking themselves into life consuming flre... Zombies... Hmm... The quip with Iyaz only a little while back about being covered in mud and mistaken for something undead felt a little hollow now. That lighthearted moment where they both had cause to smile... Even if just for a moment, feels drowned, buried, tarnished by another foul play by the latest of horrible incidents. Cian had done his part... A little anyway... Trying to swerve those who seemed to be wandering. To turn the flesh from the flame before any serious harm could be done. it was - quite frankly - terrifying... Just like every other incident that happened on the Island. A whiplash of existence that jumped between blissful serenity and abject terror - for the most part.
There were, however, a few occasions that were tempered with something else. A laugh, a joke, a moment. And no, he’s under no illusions here, but his brief encounter with Iyaz had been one of those moments. Something easy breezy. Something... Fun.
Fun. Then why is his gut filled with knots, a sense of trepidation as he wanders close to the hut. People had played out dreamlike instances in their trances which had left them - jarred... Scarred. Broken and hurt.
Which is why he wonders, as one hand lifts to the door, if Iyaz had been impacted so. If he had been tempted into the burning heart of the tree by false visions and promises. He also wonders why he hadn’t seen anything. Was it because his head was already too full of the potential for visions? The horrible beast hadn’t been able to get a foothold there perhaps? Or maybe there was no vision that would have him believe - they seemed to be of the past ( at least, from what he had heard ) - not the future.
Well, he’s just loitering now.
So he knocks.
“Delivery from Interflora.”
A soft proclamation as he shuffles back a little - small basket in hand with a variety of flora gathered to see if any of the plants may be promising for Iyaz’s experimentation - a couple of the large pink blooms resting atop the little pile. And he - hopes - that the other is... Whole. In body. In mind...
...It would be quite terrible if he was not.
Hmm - maybe he should have gone with ‘Avon calling’ instead of interflora.
“Iyaz? Hello? It’s Cian...”
