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[openheartcavity]

Wilds lips parted, his eyes lingering on decapitated statue overgrown with a light blue moss that gave off a small glow within the abandoned church he took refugee in.

Mindlessly, he slid his hand over his belt, eye stuck on the statues fractured body covered in such a delicately colored batch of moss he'd never seen before- atleast for what he remembered- and pulled his Shika slate out.

For a moment, his eyes snapped off of the carved rock before flicking back onto it as if it would disappear if he'd stare a moment longer.

Snapping a photo, he dared himself to step closer. Just for a moment, he wanted to feel it, smell it and tell you about it.

On Hylias very being, he couldn't keep you out of his head for very long. These thoughts of his began to feel parasitic, filling his mind and forcing reactions out of him even at the most dangerous of moments, but yet you still managed to linger in his head.

Wild smacked his forehead, rattling his thoughts to make him focus on the room. He felt relieved no one was around to see his flustered self suddenly unable to properly conceive a steady thought.

Awkwardly, his fingers felt over the soft texture that tickled his fingers and filled his nose with a wet, earthy smell. Was this what rain like smelled to you? Pressing deeper into the moss, he moved a small chunk to the side, looking deep into the chipped chunk covered in roots and a thin layer of dirt.