imaginary friend au; wayde//dory
⊰ :: ☦ —— ; ⊱ Shes sniffled quietly to herself, only noticing then that her nails had been changing colours all day, now aw a charcoal black but she didn’t have the heart to care. The perfectly sculpted heart she made with the snow still rested there, all the valves and parts very accurate and to scale- but all she could do while he was gone was study and learn things. Not like it mattered anymore for she had started into the forest. And maybe wearing all dark colours wouldn’t have been a good idea if other’s could see her, but again, not like it mattered.
{ & } ---- Wayde didn't think to look outside for Dory until it started to get dark out, and she still hadn't showed up. He began to panic. She had never been out this long, ever. He wondered if she'd ever come back. Out of worry, he tugged his boots on and headed out back, flashlight in hand, though he didn't know if it would help any. " -- Dory?" He called when he got outside, shining the flashlight through the lining of the trees.
