[ he doesn't trust this forest, but there's probably nothing he would deny his boyfriend at this point. there's a quick cast, silent to release his lighthouse, invisible to everyone but him in case he needs it. ]
Okay. But don't let go of my hand. [ his grip tightens and he walks forward into the sweet, yet acrid smell of smoke. ]
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Okay. But don't let go of my hand. [ his grip tightens and he walks forward into the sweet, yet acrid smell of smoke. ]