[ Another crack of thunder, soon followed by a wind picking up, warm and humid and full of the threat of rain. The forest's foggy scenario rolls away, the ground creeping off into worn brick under them. Water dapples the dusty surface, but that's hardly the main point of interest here. Before them rises a chapel, adorned with flowers and wedding decorations, and that's when Bruno realizes exactly what this is.
Overhead, a ferocious storm brews, clouds dark and heavy. ]
...oh no...
[ Bruno whispers and struggles away from Solomon, stumbling to his feet as the gut-twisting terror and guilt set in. Similarly, the feelings will assault Solomon and they lay like a heavy burden, constantly on the edge of a panic attack. Once that sets in, the rest of the memory is kicked into motion, forms in the fog becoming clear.
Pepa, calm down, calm down! Who cares if it rains?
A short, stout man in formal clothes is just inside the doors of the chapel, trying to calm down an angry, yelling redhead in her wedding dress. She's in the midst of a nervous breakdown and that realization makes Bruno — and, unfortunately, also Solomon — feel ill.
It had only been a joke! A joke! He hadn't meant it! He wasn't predicting rain! He had just... he thought he could be funny and... but they assumed... again!
Panicked thoughts filter in but there's no way to approach, feet frozen in place, afraid to make things worse. ]
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Overhead, a ferocious storm brews, clouds dark and heavy. ]
...oh no...
[ Bruno whispers and struggles away from Solomon, stumbling to his feet as the gut-twisting terror and guilt set in. Similarly, the feelings will assault Solomon and they lay like a heavy burden, constantly on the edge of a panic attack. Once that sets in, the rest of the memory is kicked into motion, forms in the fog becoming clear.
Pepa, calm down, calm down! Who cares if it rains?
A short, stout man in formal clothes is just inside the doors of the chapel, trying to calm down an angry, yelling redhead in her wedding dress. She's in the midst of a nervous breakdown and that realization makes Bruno — and, unfortunately, also Solomon — feel ill.
It had only been a joke! A joke! He hadn't meant it! He wasn't predicting rain! He had just... he thought he could be funny and... but they assumed... again!
Panicked thoughts filter in but there's no way to approach, feet frozen in place, afraid to make things worse. ]