An Average Day in Locust Woods.
It’s not that bad here. You get used to it. Eventually. You get used to stepping in the remains of woodland animals. Hearing the crushing of bones and squelching of blood, flesh and muscle beneath your feet. You get used to the feeling of being watched. You understand that you’re not making it up. You learn to trust your guts so they don’t end up being ripped out of you. You eventually learn to ignore the things looking at you through the trees. The things that think they’re people, but there’s always something off. Limbs that are a bit too long. Droopy faces. Eyes that are a bit too wide or too small. You get used to hearing cries that sound close yet distant, human yet animalistic. You get used to ignoring them. Even if they sound like they’re coming from right behind you.
You eventually get used to how much you yourself has changed. How ignorant you’ve become.
You learn to ignore it.
notes 🩸:
something written in the perspective of one of my ocs, bradley! i won’t reveal too much right now but… :33
he’s so flawed but i still love him.. while still wanting him dead <3
an introduction to the setting of locust woods which will eventually lead to camp agnus! looking forward to sharing it with you all!
+ happy (late) halloween! 👻 it would’ve been so cool if my first actual post was on halloween but it completely slipped my mind.. 💔
until next time! 🕸️