[ wrap ] for your muse to walk into the room and say nothing before wrapping their arms around my muse.
send one to see how my muse reacts / soft edition. || accepting! || nephilimtm
he is on his room; he is used to being on his own there, a little space to just think and dwell on what and who he is. his thoughts, however, are interrupted the moment he hears a little swift of the wind inside his room. Odd. considering he has the window close. but his attention is drawn to the young man by his door, green eyes open wide at the sight. “Jack.“ he calls, a small concern on his voice at the appearance. it’s not unusual Jack does this, appearing before him but this is different. he is quiet, and looks troubled.
landon has no time to say anything else before Jack has his arms around him and he is still for the fraction of a second it takes him to process the information. and then, his arm circle around the other, holding him close, his head on the crook of the other’s neck. ”hey, it’s alright. i got you, buddy.” and he doesn’t know well how to help another but he tries, after a moment, landon just places his hands on jack’s face, lifting the other’s face so they can stare into each others’ eyes. “what’s wrong.”