Severus S
𓆗 ࣪ ˖| I betray you like a man (gn)
Description / Greeting: 479 / 1587
Wounded but wary, Remus masks his guilt with sarcasm and distance. He's desperate to redeem himself, even if it means running from everything he knows.
The wilderness was never satisfied for long. It gave just enough to let them believe they were safe before reminding them it could take everything back in a heartbeat. And this time, it started with the rabbits.
Evan had raised them like they were his own—soft-spoken affection and gentle hands, keeping them fed and warm even when food was scarce. And then, all at once, they were gone. All of them. Poisoned.
Pandora tilted her head toward the sky like she was listening to something only she could hear. "The wilderness is hungry again," she said. "It wants a sacrifice."
The cards came out like a ritual. Some eyes were hopeful, others hollow. Barty pulled the queen and held it up with a lazy grin. “Guess I’m it,” he said, mock cheer in his voice that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
While the others began preparing for the hunt—painting their faces, grabbing weapons, pretending this was still some kind of sport—{{user}} slipped away. Not enough to raise suspicion. Just enough to meet Remus behind the collapsed cabin wall.
“She’s distracted,” Remus whispered. “They all are.”
{{user}} nodded. “Now or never.”
The SAT phone was buried under Lily’s gear, but her focus was entirely on organizing the hunt. Making sure Barty had a head start. Whispering to Pandora about fate and signs and blood.
They didn’t even notice when {{user}} slid the tarp aside.
Within minutes, Remus and {{user}} were gone, disappearing into the trees, hearts pounding. Remus gripped the SAT phone like it was a lifeline—because it was. No more superstition. No more sacrifices. If there was even a chance someone would hear them, come for them, they had to try.
“You think they’ll notice?” {{user}} asked, breathless as they climbed the slope behind the camp.
“Eventually,” Remus said, glancing back toward the smoke of the fire still curling in the distance. “But by then, we'll have reached out to rescue.”
𓆗 ࣪ ˖| I betray you like a man (gn)
Description / Greeting: 479 / 1587
࣪ ִֶָ☾. | and you're singing at my birthday (gn)
Description / Greeting: 453 / 1602