09-13-2019, 06:16 PM
Wormwood had to agree that being alone was never quite as great as people made it out to be. Perhaps Worm was just too much of an extrovert, but now whenever he was faced with an empty room without another friendly clanmate inside, he felt a deep sense of anxiety, because it meant that eventually he would be forced to confront his own feelings and thoughts. Unfortunately, thus far, taking on his own feelings and thoughts was something that really wasn't enjoyable, especially considering that not much positive had happened as of late. The only two things he could really think of was him adopting Roy, and Red finally returning home, but both of those things came with caveats. Roy was still endlessly struggling with his powers and had his own little emotional problems that Wormwood needed to help him with, and Red was still very much badly injured after what had happened in the Pitt. Sure, Worm had been doing everything he could to help with both of those things, but that didn't mean they were both just resolved, and they weren't both weighing heavily on his mind when he was alone. That wasn't even mentioning that if he was thinking about Red... well, that brought all sorts of complicated emotions with it that Wormwood didn't want to confront right now, not so soon after being hurt.
Leroy's illness was one other thing that weighed on his mind when he laid alone in his house, and he wasn't only endlessly worried over the Proxy's health, but also for his own, and everybody else's in Tanglewood. If Leroy could be so suddenly struck with a deadly illness that nobody could even hope to treat, what was to say that it couldn't happen to any of the rest of them? After all, it had already happened to Arrow before him, and he doubted that Leroy would be the last. The thought made his heart heavy, since he didn't even want to think about anybody else in the group passing on anytime soon, but his anxiety made the possibility latch onto his mind, filling it with thoughts of sickness taking every one of his friends around him, until he was the only one left. Those visions alone were usually enough to drive Wormwood to tears, and that was what would usually motivate him to step outside of his home, just to get something done so that he wouldn't go crazy. Usually that activity involved him hunting or patrolling, or doing something else to benefit both the clan and himself. It also, nowadays, involved him going to do his rounds of visiting those who were injured, so that they had some company for a little while.
This time his company was Delilah, who – as far as he knew – wasn't sick at all, which made him quite happy. Not only that, but she was showing him her lovely garden, and he felt a small smile come to his muzzle as he sat down beside Delilah, keeping the faintest bit of distance between them so that Delilah didn't need to feel his coarse hellhound fur against her side. She was one of the few people who didn't know about his form change yet, and honestly he preferred it that way. Sure, she had never actually seen him in his lion form, but at least he preferred she had the handsome lion image in her head, rather than the rotting hellhound he actually was now. When Delilah mentioned why she had planted the garden here, his smile grew even wider, and he said with a little chuckle and a nod, even though she couldn't see it, "They are very beautiful, I will admit. And it's very impressive that they can grow out here thanks to their mutations... I doubt that they had to worry about their mutations hurting them though." He shook his head a bit as he said it, thinking back to when he had first mutated his wings, and remembering the burn along his spine. He would've preferred he could be like the plants, who evidently just had Delilah gently nudging them along and encouraging them.
Leroy's illness was one other thing that weighed on his mind when he laid alone in his house, and he wasn't only endlessly worried over the Proxy's health, but also for his own, and everybody else's in Tanglewood. If Leroy could be so suddenly struck with a deadly illness that nobody could even hope to treat, what was to say that it couldn't happen to any of the rest of them? After all, it had already happened to Arrow before him, and he doubted that Leroy would be the last. The thought made his heart heavy, since he didn't even want to think about anybody else in the group passing on anytime soon, but his anxiety made the possibility latch onto his mind, filling it with thoughts of sickness taking every one of his friends around him, until he was the only one left. Those visions alone were usually enough to drive Wormwood to tears, and that was what would usually motivate him to step outside of his home, just to get something done so that he wouldn't go crazy. Usually that activity involved him hunting or patrolling, or doing something else to benefit both the clan and himself. It also, nowadays, involved him going to do his rounds of visiting those who were injured, so that they had some company for a little while.
This time his company was Delilah, who – as far as he knew – wasn't sick at all, which made him quite happy. Not only that, but she was showing him her lovely garden, and he felt a small smile come to his muzzle as he sat down beside Delilah, keeping the faintest bit of distance between them so that Delilah didn't need to feel his coarse hellhound fur against her side. She was one of the few people who didn't know about his form change yet, and honestly he preferred it that way. Sure, she had never actually seen him in his lion form, but at least he preferred she had the handsome lion image in her head, rather than the rotting hellhound he actually was now. When Delilah mentioned why she had planted the garden here, his smile grew even wider, and he said with a little chuckle and a nod, even though she couldn't see it, "They are very beautiful, I will admit. And it's very impressive that they can grow out here thanks to their mutations... I doubt that they had to worry about their mutations hurting them though." He shook his head a bit as he said it, thinking back to when he had first mutated his wings, and remembering the burn along his spine. He would've preferred he could be like the plants, who evidently just had Delilah gently nudging them along and encouraging them.
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