In and Around the Woods, Sunday Afternoon

[fh_spareparts]

The shadows didn't want to budge. They liked it here, and they liked their toys, and maybe they would like to reach out, sometime, and bring in more...

Because the island would let them do that, wouldn't it?

It would be oh-so-cosy.

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Re: Find Your Friends

[sharp_man]

Hannibal spotted that cell phone, noted how old it seemed to be - in keeping with the age of these memories - then carefully kicked it to one side, took down his rifle, and shot it.

If he stood slightly behind Jono as he did it, well, one of them was more impervious to possible shrapnel or other blowback, and it wasn't him.

Re: Find Your Friends

[furnaceface]

The illusion faded.

Just like that, Neverland went silent again.

Jonothon didn't look up, no, but he did bow his head a little, as though maybe, just a little, finally something had stopped screaming within him.

It was more than it could have been.

The silence was so, so welcome.

Re: Find Your Friends

[sharp_man]

Hannibal squeezed his shoulder again. Jono.

It wasn't a question, but an affirmation.

Re: Find Your Friends

[furnaceface]

But how much of him...?

Jono didn't look up, but he did offer a shudder. Little else, but at least it was something to affirm that there was still someboy at home in there.

That was the best he had.

Re: Find Your Friends

[sharp_man]

That was good enough for the moment. Hannibal reached down again to try lifting him to his feet. You don't want to do this in the open. Come home.

Re: Find Your Friends

[furnaceface]

This time, Jono found his feet under him, more a reaction to being lifted than any real decision to do so, and leaned, hard, against Hannibal.

He'd been doing this in the open for three days now.

But he would do it anywhere, really. What harm was there in waiting?

Re: Find Your Friends

[sharp_man]

Yes, well, outright declarations of you both being murderers were probably best left for home.

Hannibal wrapped an arm around Jono and started for home. The woods were throwing memories at you. They are nothing you did not know was there, but you needn't relive them anymore. You are on Fandom Island now, headed for home. That place is long behind you.

Re: Find Your Friends

[furnaceface]

But was it?

It didn't feel like it. There were shards of his mind that weren't entirely convinced.

There were shards of his mind that were proud of it.

Jonothon shivered again, but he walked without a word. He'd sort himself out later. Maybe.

It would be fine.

Home sounded good. Probably.