[Augustine gets a silent, but flat sort of glare for the accusation. His lips thin, but he doesn't argue.
The whole state of the camp is exactly why he knew he should have just made an attempt to get the lantern back initially. The furrowing of his brows makes his nose wrinkle slightly; he doesn't cover his face even though the scent is atrociously heightened. He carries no hanky for times like these...]
The forest didn't let them leave.
[Not literally maybe, but this is where they did not escape. He stands by the camp, refusing to sit, probably to keep the notion between him (and them) and the Puck as distant and unbalanced at possible. When the wind picks up, his body is mostly too covered, but his face isn't. The leaves nick him on the cheeks, drawing blood. And then, slowly, they begin to knit over, healing.
Puck decides to regale them with some fabulous tales and song. D glances at Augustine. As if he's... still... offering just wringing Puck's neck to get it over with.]
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The whole state of the camp is exactly why he knew he should have just made an attempt to get the lantern back initially. The furrowing of his brows makes his nose wrinkle slightly; he doesn't cover his face even though the scent is atrociously heightened. He carries no hanky for times like these...]
The forest didn't let them leave.
[Not literally maybe, but this is where they did not escape. He stands by the camp, refusing to sit, probably to keep the notion between him (and them) and the Puck as distant and unbalanced at possible. When the wind picks up, his body is mostly too covered, but his face isn't. The leaves nick him on the cheeks, drawing blood. And then, slowly, they begin to knit over, healing.
Puck decides to regale them with some fabulous tales and song. D glances at Augustine. As if he's... still... offering just wringing Puck's neck to get it over with.]