my starlight - open; watching

[daniel]

Despite the red flags that had been banging themselves against his skull, the insistence to go back to the lighthouse even after his first incident with the frightening resident was unwavering. Not so much out of newfound curiosity, no, if anything it was out of terrible guilt. After all, Danny hadn’t meant to potentially make the spirit feel bad, and Roan’s sharp tone had sort of driven the point home, which left him moping about in solitude for the rest of the day as his mood took a depressing nosedive. But he could fix it, he just had to work up the nerve to apologize for his rude behavior.

And oh boy, did he hesitate. He wasn’t even entirely sure what the girl was, a ghost or something else, but the eerie light and flickering in and out still left a sense of dread in his stomach. But he wouldn’t panic this time, he refused. It would only serve to make the situation worse, and he made himself look bad enough. The sand shifted beneath his paws as the wolf took a few steps forward, then back, repeating that cycle until he was almost walking in a circle. A sharp exhale left his nostrils, a soft crunch released into the air as he cracked his stiff neck, a vague pain from the strain he was putting on his muscles. Of course, as if the gods themselves were pointing and laughing at him, daring him to look like a bigger coward than he already did, Vayne just had to be there before him, friendly enough to start chatting up a semi-transparent being. Naturally. Danny sighed, forcing his legs to push themselves towards the lighthouse door. His heart was certainly doing him no favors, going absolutely berserk in fear. What was there even to say?

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