[ his gut tells him to prepare, to fight the familiar urge to run that he's experienced oh so many times from home. his toned intuition makes him tremble at the thought alone, what his officer was going to say, making his stomach uneasily flip-flop and his heart to beat up its own drum solo— what he knew, what he felt was something serious, and with his senses he knew he could trust. his mind buzzes, on the other hand, giving him ideas that were farther away from happening, but a worry nevertheless. a punishment, too? would he be put on grey? would his world be destroyed right then and there for the dreaded incompetence he's heard so much about? would he get eaten after?
at his very center, his heart tells him to ignore his worries— go. talk to him.
they were going to talk.
rubbing a hand over his face, it reaches his forehead, palm pressing and rubbing forcibly as his eyes squeeze shut, as he silently chants at himself to calm down. his cheeks sting and tissue pulses as he forces the lacerated muscle from clenching his teeth, carefully pressing against the bandages on both sides ( left by the arrow that went through his face, pinned him to a tree ). calm down.
before long he reaches the rover, craning his neck back at the towering structure. 600. he could very much resemble a frightened animal if one were to give a quick overlook— he holds his own hand, one over the other to keep his fingers from shaking too visibly, swallow dry and eyes wide.
it was just a talk. he needed this talk. as much as it worried him— as much as it was serious, he knew it was important. ]
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[ his gut tells him to prepare, to fight the familiar urge to run that he's experienced oh so many times from home. his toned intuition makes him tremble at the thought alone, what his officer was going to say, making his stomach uneasily flip-flop and his heart to beat up its own drum solo— what he knew, what he felt was something serious, and with his senses he knew he could trust. his mind buzzes, on the other hand, giving him ideas that were farther away from happening, but a worry nevertheless. a punishment, too? would he be put on grey? would his world be destroyed right then and there for the dreaded incompetence he's heard so much about? would he get eaten after?
at his very center, his heart tells him to ignore his worries— go. talk to him.
they were going to talk.
rubbing a hand over his face, it reaches his forehead, palm pressing and rubbing forcibly as his eyes squeeze shut, as he silently chants at himself to calm down. his cheeks sting and tissue pulses as he forces the lacerated muscle from clenching his teeth, carefully pressing against the bandages on both sides ( left by the arrow that went through his face, pinned him to a tree ). calm down.
before long he reaches the rover, craning his neck back at the towering structure. 600. he could very much resemble a frightened animal if one were to give a quick overlook— he holds his own hand, one over the other to keep his fingers from shaking too visibly, swallow dry and eyes wide.
it was just a talk. he needed this talk. as much as it worried him— as much as it was serious, he knew it was important. ]