Laurent turned sharply away from him, the soft skin of his neck reddening at the scrape against the collar, but was satisfied to see the chain slip away from the human’s grasp. Laurent almost run to one of the nearest trees, climbing it with ease, and settling in between ripening fruit and green leaves. He let out a breath, feeling his shoulders shake briefly with a nervous excitement he was unfamiliar with. Laurent closed his eyes tightly, willing himself to calm down, to feel free and safe here where he sat, sunlight dripping through the leafy branches and over his skin. He could not slip inside this tree, since it was not his own, but he could still draw comfort from it, from the steady roots that he could feel growing underground, and the life he could feel flow though the trunk. The wind rustled leaves whispered to him in soothing tones, and the crushing weight in Laurent’s chest eased slightly, enough for him to breathe.
A wreath of laurel by Kirianna_May
For the @capri-bigbang2k19
