Strange Times || PanMorri
for my love @mpxmorrigan
Before, everything had been chaotic. A proper mess.
Exactly how Pan liked it.
The wild god held love on all sides, finding more in new places and always returning to the familiar ones he held so dear. He was constantly moving, shifting, changing, adapting, learning to feel the world in so many different ways.
Before, everything had been wild. Just how Pan liked it.
But now there was a broken link in the chain. Yixing was no longer Yixing and it left the wild god stumbling. What could he do? Pan was helpless when it came to matters that were anything beyond physical. He was a god of the earth, made of dirt and bathed in sunshine, he could feel when a soul was...missing, but that didn’t mean he knew what to do about it.
Luckily, he thought he knew someone who did.
Having her on the island again had been a gift and a blessing of its own. She owned him as much as anyone can own a wild thing. And he returned to her again and again when he was happy, when he was burning, when he was conflicted. And he returned to her again now that a piece of him was missing.
“My love...”
The wild god was not used to feeling so helpless. He didn’t know where to start.
“How have you been doing?”












