GREET ME WITH A HUG / wormwood

[wormwood.]

Wormwood, as a child, had never truly been alone, so to speak. After all, he had been one of the two princes of the pride, so he had constantly been surrounded by not only other members of the pride, but also his parents and Poetking. However, he had never truly felt like he was together with anybody else. The closest he had ever gotten was his relationship with Poet, but truly it had never actually been a togetherness, even before he had tried to kill Poet, and even longer before Poet had killed Judith. It had just been the two of them talking to each other, trying to bond but never truly succeeding thanks to the fact that they were constantly pitched against each other by Aeathelwulf and Judith. It had seemed like, briefly, Worm and Poet had maybe could have repaired that relationship from their childhood, but those Hope's had been dashed after Poet had killed Judith and skipped town. Just the thought of it made his heart ache, thinking of the way they had been joking around so casually before Poet was just... gone. Still, that hadn't meant that he was left alone once again. Now that he was here in Tanglewood, he had so many people who were like family to him, and that meant that he would never feel alone again, unless everyone mysteriously dropped dead somehow. It was a reassuring feeling, to know that he would actually have a support system when the bad things came around.

This was part of the reason that Worm had first adopted Roy in the first place. The boy had reminded him so much of himself as a child, young and vulnerable and hurt by those that were supposed to be his family, and Worm hadn't wanted another boy to grow up as he had. So he had taken Roy in the best he could, not quite able to take Roy into his home at the time just because of the fact that the other had been on fire, and it had been a pretty serious safety concern. But now it seemed as though Roy's flames had finally died down, thanks to his meditation and Worm's quiet sideline encouragement, and it seemed as though they – hopefully – wouldn't be returning anytime soon. Sure, it didn't seem like Roy was operating quite at 100% at the moment, if the earlier encounter Worm had with him earlier was any indication. The young tiger had seemed so out of it when he had turned up, wet and mind full of static as he had mentioned he didn't know why he had ended up in the ocean. According to Delilah and the others, Roy didn't have anything seriously wrong with him, but Worm had still been anxiously visiting the other afterwards, just checking in to try and make sure Roy knew he was there for him.

Thankfully, it seemed as though Roy did know that, since he had now turned up at Worm's house, seemingly searching for a true friend and family member that he cared about and was cared about in return by. Wormwood had been in his home, reading one of his many books, when suddenly a familiar scent reached his nose, and he blinked in surprise. Roy? He hadn't seen the young tiger in camp that much, even since his flames had gone away, but he wasn't displeased by the fact that his adopted son had come around. Slowly getting up to his feet, the hellhound closed the book he was reading and moved to put it back on his small shelf. He then trotted outside, pushing the door open slowly with his nose. He chuckled a bit when he spotted Roy outside, sitting and awkwardly looking away from the porch like a kid trying to look like they didn't like something. Moving smoothly down the steps, Worm barked with an unintentional wag of his tail, his head tilting to one side as he wondered why Roy had decided it was finally time to venture into town, "Hey, Roy. What brings you to my little house up here? Finally decided you wanted to tour around the camp?" His house was at one of the higher points of town, all the way to the northern edge of it, and not many people ventured out there unless they were specifically looking for him.

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