Mercedes is sinking like a stone at the (reservoir) wrote in repose,
Re: In the trees: Mercy/David
That stretch of silence before it was broken held Mercy on a teetering edge like a spell, frozen in place with his hands holding either side of the open fly of his jeans. The guy in the trees kinda looked like he’d forgotten how words worked, but at least he wasn’t, like, ogling. Not that Mercy was shy. Hangups over naked bodies were thin on the ground in a wolf pack. But he figured that this run-in could go one of several different ways, and he stood rooted to the earth in bare feet until the guy spoke and snapped him out of it, whatever it happened to be.
“Uh,” he repeated, licking over his lips as he considered the moment and finished zipping himself up. “I’m hoping that it at least looked like I’m just one of those hippies who love to be naked and try to make it sound fancy by calling themselves ‘naturists’. Worst case scenario? You think I’m a perv who gets off on spying on people through the trees.”
Mercy jammed his feet into his Converse one at a time and without ceremony, bracing himself with one palm scraping against bark on the nearest trunk as he hooked a finger in the backs of the canvas to pull them up over his heels. The tongue on his left shoe had gotten stuck on the laces, was all jammed up near his toes, but he ignored the way that it cut into the top of his foot and reached down to grab the hoodie from the ground.