- Who: Sven, Nina, and Holle
When: September 15th
Where: A forest during a market day
Weather: Sunny but a bit chilly
He hadn't expected to hear a food market was selling their goods in a forest, but they were, and Sven wasn't going to turn down the chance for fresh produce. He tucked his hands in his pocket, a tense expression on his features as he walked the worn path, a hand resting over his bruised ribs. He hadn't brought the bottle with him; he couldn't. He didn't want to look at it. Didn't want to admit what had happened, even though the physical reminders lingered throughout his body in the manifestation of bruises and cuts. Right now, he rather distract himself from why his cheek stung still and why it hurt to inhale sharply. He rather pretend he was a writer attending a produce market with nothing on his mind.
Still, it felt almost wrong to not feel the cold glass at his fingertips in his pocket. The bottle was forgotten somewhere in his room. Probably in his nightstand, honestly, but Sven found his memory hazy from the past few days. His eyes were haunted by dark purple bags as he tiredly yawned behind a raised hand, eyes blearily narrowing against the sleepy haze. He didn't notice he had begun to wander off the obvious path and slip onto a less traveled one; one meant for hiking, most likely. He was too tired to adequately look at his surroundings, but even if he did notice he wouldn't have minded. A walk through the forest was oddly cathartic; strangely so after the series of events that had spun throughout the week. One would think he'd find a forest unnerving, but it felt safer than his house currently, if he was honest.
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