Who: Holang-i & Wren Where: The Graveyard Why: Wren's camped out in the graveyard When: 24/01/15 Rating: PG-13? Status: Open and ongoing
Wren had lost Wolf a few months back and he hadn't been the same since. He didn't sing anymore these days, not when he was so deep in mourning that getting up and walking until he fell, exhausted, into sleep before getting up and repeating it all over again was the most he could do, and even that felt too hard. He saw Wolf in every shadow, every stray tree, every time the leaves moved across the ground pushed by the wind, but never in actuality. He missed the man so much that he'd bruised his chest from rubbing at the place over his heart where it hurt. He was already thin but he kept forgetting to eat and now he was little more than walking bones, the circles under his eyes sunken from more than weariness, his face gaunt, his collarbones and ribs and hips poking out like his skin was a loose cloak over the frame of his body. His hair was black with dirt, his face grey and grubby and only clean in tracks from his eyes where he'd spent hours sobbing.
He'd made it to Stone Gap and he'd been elated but he still hadn't found his Wolf and it was wearing him down faster even than his solo trek to the place. Cold as it was outside, he found himself more comfortable in the graveyard where he had plenty of light, than in the small spaces in the church; he'd made himself a hollow in the long grass that had grown between a gravestone and a small mausoleum, sheltered in against the concrete side and well-hidden. He'd put his over-ear headphones on, anchor his thumb in his mouth and drift off to sleep after lying awake and blinking into the night.
He filled his stomach with grass and even bugs, anything he could find, too afraid to approach anyone about food and unwilling to leave his nest in case Wolf came and he missed him. He spent his days wandering the graveyard like a lost spirit, lying down on the larger stones in the meagre sun like a corpse had somehow risen up from it's grave to get some sun into his small bones. Saturday evening found him making his way to his usual hollow, only to collapse into a little heap on his way there, too weak and heartsick to keep going. He curled up and sobbed into his arms, missing Wolf and not caring about anything else.