Re: In the trees: Mercy/David
David had not become less lost, of late. He was more at sea than ever, and he roiled with anger under the skin, and his gaze had gotten even more distant with the frustration of nothing ever being completed, nothing ever going into the ground, nothing ever cutting off completely. The world as a ruin stretched before him and every time the Revenant was forced to leave a man alive, lest he be raised from the dead by someone who thought they were helping, the rot spread deeper.
So he wasn't really in the mood for a fun summer bonfire.
Usually, by this time of night, there was no containing the Revenant. At sundown, like clockwork, he was in the city at his killing game. But since that had been interrupted, nothing made sense anymore. Not habits, not rules, and certainly not what he did from moment to moment. Ordinary David, ordinary enough, was attracted to the light and noise of the bonfire. He only intended to watch from a distance. It was a little better than the throb in his skull.
The concept of running into a couple making out in the shadows or, say, a guy dressing from nakedness hadn't really crossed his mind. He paused a second too long as he dragged words up, and said, "What does it look like?"