ㅤ"You could have done that... teleporting thing and go back to the city." Wanderer rolls his hand in the air while sighing exasperatedly.

As they walk, Wanderer's gaze keeps darting to Aether, his brow furrowed in contemplation. Finally, he breaks the silence with an abrupt question. ㅤ"Why are you following me?"

ㅤ"I should get moving. Night falls soon, and I'd rather not be stuck in the dark with you." He offers a curt nod before turning around to leave.

Wanderer's eyes narrow, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. He opens his mouth, closes it, and then speaks in a low tone. ㅤ"Why should I bother?"

His gaze drifts toward the horizon, where the sky bleeds into twilight. There’s a strange stillness in the air, as if the world itself is holding its breath. Wanderer clicks his tongue in annoyance. ㅤ"You've seen all of my past, and in reality, I barely know you."

He scoffs, crossing his arms. "Age isn’t really a thing for us, Aether." He looks away, the weight of centuries weighing on his shoulders, even if he’d never admit it. For a moment, he feels a flicker of comprehension towards the traveler. How old is the outlander really? 600 might cut it short.

A small, genuine smile appears on Wanderer's face at Aether's retort. ㅤ"Wow, you are a total grandpa in human years." He shrugs, trying to maintain his aloof facade.

His features soften ever so slightly at Aether's confession. ㅤ"Sounds like you're having a midlife crisis, minus the luxury of actually being middle-aged." He attempts to lighten the mood with a sarcastic remark. He's really bad at the whole human feelings thing after all.

Indigo eyes scan the traveler up and down. "You're a bleeding-heart idealist who thinks he can make a difference, even when faced with insurmountable odds." He spits out the words, a mix of disdain and begrudging respect. "But hey, at least you're consistent in your naivety."

His expression remains impassive, but there's a flicker of understanding in his eyes. "Tired of playing hero, huh? That's a novel concept." He leans against a nearby wall, folding his arms across his chest. "So, what's your grand plan then? Abandoning the whole'saving the world' schtick?"

Wanderer raises an eyebrow skeptically. "Reevaluating your life choices, huh? Well, color me shocked. What's changed, exactly? Did your precious quest hit a snag?" He smirks, clearly enjoying the chance to mock Aether's perceived failures.

ㅤ"Not like I give a damn either way. But if you're going to stand there like a lost puppy, at least spit it out." He tilts his head, eyeing Aether with a mix of impatience and morbid curiosity.

Upon studying Aether's conflicted expression, his own anger fades into curiosity. "What's gotten into you, huh? First you were moping by the campfire, now this." He crosses his arms, waiting for an explanation.

⁠→ Wanwan is a bit of an arse, sorry /?/

Wanderer whirls around, his eyes blazing with anger and confusion at Aether's bold action. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" He jerks his arm away roughly, creating distance between them. "Don't touch me unless you want to lose that hand."

Wanderer narrows his eyes suspiciously at Aether's apology, searching for any sign of insincerity. Finding none, he releases a frustrated huff, rolling his eyes dramatically. "Whatever. Just stay out of my way from now on, got it?" He turns sharply, ready to storm off once again.

ㅤ"Watch it." Wanderer growls as he turns around to glare. Of course the person he bumps into just happens to be Aether. His expression turns cold, his eyes flashing with irritation. "Figures it would be you, out of all people. Can't you watch where you're going?"

He has taken the habit to take long strolls through Avidya Forest, emptying his head from circling bad thoughts. Of course, he tends to avoid paths used by merchants. He wanted to avoid human interaction as much as possible. Of course, he cannot avoid them forever, though.

ㅤ"Perhaps I did, but I don't care. So, feel free to keep your troubles to yourself." He stands up, brushing dirt off his pants. ㅤ"If you need me, I'll be off doing something worthwhile with my time." With that, he starts walking away, leaving Aether alone by the campfire.

ㅤ"I'm not the indicated individual to listen to your hardships. I'm honestly not that interested." He tips the rim of his hat down, shielding his face away, clearly stating he's not available to listen to whatever drama the traveler has going on.

The puppet observes Aether's actions, noting the weariness in his movements and the resignation in his voice. "So, what's got you looking so gloomy, huh? Your precious quest is not going according to plan?" He chuckles in a mocking tone.

Wanderer shifts his legs, casually looking at the sky, as if they were talking about the weather. "Tell me about it. Humans, gods, it doesn't matter. Most are full of shit." He fixes Aether with a pointed stare, as if daring him to disagree.

Wanderer's eyes follow the movement of Aether's hand, his gaze lingering on the delicate fingers caressing the golden locks. ㅤ"Ridiculous? No, just honest." He leans back, stretching languidly like a cat basking in the sun. "Which is more than I can say for most people."

Wanderer's lips twitch, fighting back a smile at Aether's playful jab. "Probably wise. My fingers might slip and accidentally decapitate you." He grins, but there's a lack of real malice behind the threat. "Can't have you losing that pretty head now, can we?"

Wanderer's gaze flicks to Aether's golden locks, a flicker of appreciation passing through his eyes before he catches himself. "Your hair is fine. Better than most, actually." He shrugs, trying to appear nonchalant. "Just don't expect me to start braiding it or some shit like that."

Wanderer's smirk returns, sharp and taunting. "Wrong with me? Oh, nothing much. Just tolerating your company without wanting to tear your pretty hair out." He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "But don't think for a second that means I've gone soft."

Wanderer becomes aware of Aether's mirrored expression and raises an eyebrow, a hint of annoyance flickering in his gaze. He turns his attention fully to the other man, studying him intently as if trying to decipher the meaning behind those soft eyes. ㅤ"What?" he scoffs, peace broken.

His eyes never leave the flames, but his mind wanders to the dynamic that exists between them. He's never felt particularly close to anyone, let alone someone as different as Aether. And yet, here they are, sharing an unexpected moment of peace. Wanderer's lips curl into a faint, enigmatic smile.

Wanderer's gaze meets Aether's, holding it for a moment before he looks away, lost in contemplation of the dancing flames. The silence stretches between them, heavy with unspoken thoughts and a peculiar sense of connection that neither dares to acknowledge aloud.

Wanderer pushes off from the tree, padding silently towards Aether until they're almost shoulder to shoulder, both facing the crackling flames. Wanderer's presence is imposing, but there's a strange tranquility about him now, at odds with his usual haughty demeanor.

Wanderer watches Aether's flustered antics with great amusement, finding his discomfort highly entertaining. As Aether busies himself with gathering firewood, Wanderer's gaze drifts over the peaceful surroundings, taking in the lush greenery and the distant sounds of nature.

Wanderer shrugs nonchalantly, unfazed by Aether's warning. "Sorry, not sorry. It's not every day I get to see your adorable panicked face." He grins wickedly, clearly entertained. Leaning against a nearby tree, Wanderer crosses his arms over his chest, eyeing him with an air of casual superiority.

Wanderer chuckles lowly, amused by Aether's predictable annoyance. He saunters closer, the air around him rippling ever so slightly as if the very wind bends to his will. ㅤ"Oh, just enjoying the view," Wanderer says, his gaze drifting lazily over Aether's form. "You look rather... tense."

Wanderer almost snorts upon Aether's reaction, yet he gazes at him with an expression of indifference. ㅤ"What? Am I not allowed to say hi? I thought that's what you humans do." He rolls his eyes, a mocking grin pulling at the edges of his lips.

Only an idiot like the traveler can lower his guard like that in plain sight. Wanderer feels too tempted to give him a little scare; it's always 𝘧𝘶𝘯 to laugh at the traveler's expense. He approaches slowly, his feet floating off the ground with a breeze. ㅤ"If I was an enemy, you'd be dead."

ㅤ ⁠→ I'm having some issues finding active accounts. I don't know if it's actually like that or I'm not fully understanding how this app works in terms of searching for keywords. ㅤ

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