STAND VERY STILL ☆ movie

[wormwood.]

Wormwood thought that he could hear a faint pained – or annoyed – groan from within the houseboat, and he stepped back a bit so that Beck would have room to look around. When Beck began to speak, Worm grinned and opened his muzzle, ready to enthusiastically tell Beck about the event that he had set up, but only a moment after he stepped out to look around, his face immediately shifted, anger showing clearly on his face as his fur began to crackle with electricity. Wormwood immediately felt his chest clench, readying himself for the poltergeist to attack him, his ears pinning down against his skull. He couldn't help the spike of fear that ran through him, the memory of Beck tearing his claws across the lion's eye still fresh on his mind and his body ready to throw the other male away from him. However, it seemed as though Beck rethought his actions. His voice came with restrained rage when he finally spoke again, and Worm immediately felt a frown come to his face as soon as he heard Beck's words. He had set this entire event up just for Beck, and the thought of the boy not coming to it...? Well, it was upsetting, honestly. He wasn't going to fight too hard, since he had no desire for Beck to take another one of his important body parts out. It was already hard enough for him to navigate moving around and fighting with only one eye, and he definitely didn't want to risk having Beck digging his claws into one of his front legs and making him have yet another disadvantage.

The lion readied himself to speak again, taking in a deep breath as well, but then there was the approach of another person that pulled away his attention. He glanced over at Moth, noting the way that she hesitated and thought hard before she finally spoke, making Wormwood smile softly at her words. After all, she had pretty much just said exactly what he was going to voice. Tail happily flicking from side to side, the lion dipped his head and rumbled softly as he sat back on his haunches, gesturing enthusiastically at the screen that was just a bit away from them on the land, "Yeah, what she said! I know you think that you should just stay in here all the time, and I know Selby has told you to stay in bed, but you don't have to move far for this. Hell, you can just take some blankets out there and watch silently. But I mean... sitting all the way out here in this houseboat must be boring, right? I mean, I've been visiting with Red, and he's said you're bored out of your mind... I figured that this would cheer you up a little bit... could you at least trying coming out and enjoying yourself?" His voice was faintly tinged with anxiety as he continued to speak, trying not to lean away from the spirit as his wings shifted upon his back, ready to whack Beck in the face if it was needed. He hated that he felt such worry about being around Beck now, but he couldn't help it. Even if he hadn't been present for it, he had heard about Beck brutally snapping Roman's neck, and Beck had already taken out the chaser's eye when he hadn't been in his right mind, so what sort of damage could he do when he was actually trying to?

[glow=black,2,300]THE FREEDOM OF FALLING[/glow]