09-13-2019, 12:14 AM
When Worm thought back to his past... most of it he wasn't particularly happy with. He had been born to a family with only one member that loved him in it, a pride that he lived in that shunned him deeply, and a record of betrayal that had happened because of him trying to kill Poetking. Ultimately, he felt like his life had really begun when he had arrived at Tanglewood. They had welcomed him warmly, made him feel like he had a true family, and had made him feel less like absolute scum than he had ever felt in the past. Poetking had been the only reminder of what his life had once been like, and now the other male was gone, which struck Wormwood with extremely mixed feelings, but honestly it wasn't full sorrow. He no longer had a brother to watch over and protect, and he no longer had to care about someone who obviously didn't care about him and had decided to leave him to go to someplace awful. Now he had people who he could really call friends, and people he could really call family. He preferred that his past stay in the past now, something that he didn't have to think about anymore, even if it still sometimes plagued him.
Sure, the present was far from perfect. He had lost people since he had arrived in Tanglewood, and they were still in a war with the Pitt that had already ended up with several people being captured and hurt, but he still preferred to be here. He still preferred being around people like Delilah, and he preferred being here, and defending those that meant so much to him now. Beck, Sam, and Red were still hurt, Roy was still struggling with his flames, and Leroy was still slowly dying as a result of his terminal illness, but he would still go through all of those hardships just to be able to care about others, and to ne cared for in turn. Sure, he was constantly anxious these days thanks to his worries about the rest of his clanmates, but that didn't mean that he would trade it for everything in the world. He was still gonna spend every day that he could making sure Beck, Sam, and Red were healing well. He was still going to spend every day spending time with Roy and helping him get his flames down. And lastly, he was still going to spend every moment that he could with Leroy before the other passed away, which he desperately hoped would not be anytime soon. Leroy didn't seem to have much hope in that regard, but Wormwood did, even if it was false hope.
The hellhound had been out on a walk when suddenly the scent of flowers reached his nose, and looked around curiously before heading towards the scent. He had visited Selby's garden a couple of times before, and it had smelled somewhat like this, but he also knew that Selby's garden was in a wreck state right now, both thanks to the medic himself and the awful spore plant that had infected the garden and tried to kill everything around it. He hadn't been aware that Delilah also had a garden, but now he was very aware of it, as he crossed the boundary into the beautiful looking garden with the former medic sitting inside of it, tending to her flowers and humming happily. He blinked at her a couple of times before clearing his throat to make his presence known, barking softly as he moved to sit down near some of the flowers and sniff cautiously at them, not wanting to hurt them, or have them hurt him in return – it might have been a bit of paranoia, but after both the spore plant and Audrey, he had a right to be paranoid, "That was a very nice song you were humming, Delilah... and this is a very beautiful garden. I can't believe I've never noticed it before."
Sure, the present was far from perfect. He had lost people since he had arrived in Tanglewood, and they were still in a war with the Pitt that had already ended up with several people being captured and hurt, but he still preferred to be here. He still preferred being around people like Delilah, and he preferred being here, and defending those that meant so much to him now. Beck, Sam, and Red were still hurt, Roy was still struggling with his flames, and Leroy was still slowly dying as a result of his terminal illness, but he would still go through all of those hardships just to be able to care about others, and to ne cared for in turn. Sure, he was constantly anxious these days thanks to his worries about the rest of his clanmates, but that didn't mean that he would trade it for everything in the world. He was still gonna spend every day that he could making sure Beck, Sam, and Red were healing well. He was still going to spend every day spending time with Roy and helping him get his flames down. And lastly, he was still going to spend every moment that he could with Leroy before the other passed away, which he desperately hoped would not be anytime soon. Leroy didn't seem to have much hope in that regard, but Wormwood did, even if it was false hope.
The hellhound had been out on a walk when suddenly the scent of flowers reached his nose, and looked around curiously before heading towards the scent. He had visited Selby's garden a couple of times before, and it had smelled somewhat like this, but he also knew that Selby's garden was in a wreck state right now, both thanks to the medic himself and the awful spore plant that had infected the garden and tried to kill everything around it. He hadn't been aware that Delilah also had a garden, but now he was very aware of it, as he crossed the boundary into the beautiful looking garden with the former medic sitting inside of it, tending to her flowers and humming happily. He blinked at her a couple of times before clearing his throat to make his presence known, barking softly as he moved to sit down near some of the flowers and sniff cautiously at them, not wanting to hurt them, or have them hurt him in return – it might have been a bit of paranoia, but after both the spore plant and Audrey, he had a right to be paranoid, "That was a very nice song you were humming, Delilah... and this is a very beautiful garden. I can't believe I've never noticed it before."
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— Reggan