“Now there’s a face I didn’t think I’d see again,” I hum, eyes flitting down over you.
“Theodore, correct?” I ask, but my tone indicates I’m asking only as a polite formality, “I’m glad to see you’re well. Not getting twisted up in any more forests I assume?”
It’s a lighthearted jab, hand reaching out to rest on your bicep.
(a bit of bloodhaven rp as a treat (for me <3))
[My heart leaps at the faint recognition of the voice, eyes quickly finding you. When I look at you, it’s as though my mind hums with a distant memory.]






