FEVER'S GONNA CATCH YOU -- open; return

[trojan g.]

[align=left]love, i don't like to see so much pain *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Since his return from the Iron Forge, Torsten had kept to himself. During his time there he had been kept in dark spaces, locked up so that he couldn't do anything other than use the bathroom and eat when he was given food, being put into the back that he had come in any time they needed to take him anywhere for any reason. It wasn't exactly a vacation for the then child to have gone through. He had spent the time that he would be able to become an apprentice there, scared and alone, wondering when he would be allowed to go home, or when he would be rescued. He'd heard the sounds of fighting before being shoved into the bag once more, tied off and then thrown through the air before he felt a sudden catch and the familiar scent of his mother, of the Typhoon, and eventually he was home.

He'd been welcomed back with open arms, obviously everyone had been worried for him, but the child would need time to think, time to figure out what had happened and time to process. He still spoke to his family when they wanted to speak, but for the most part he had wanted to stay within his own space, and so he did.

Eventually he found himself bored and wanting more interaction, so Torsten made his way out and through the territory of the Typhoon, soon sitting on the beach. He didn't speak at first, just simply staring at the ocean in thought.


//rushed and bad oop

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*  so much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away