[ They really should get rid of that tower, it's caught the attention of some people on the street as they stop to point and murmur. A tree? No, it looks like ice... Surely there was no such sculpture there before, there's not even any snow. They're too uneasy to approach and Allen and Shouto escape notice, but it won't be long until someone flags down a constable and they come to check it out.
Allen, however, isn't considering any of that yet. A year ago he might not have recognized that tree on sight because it had been so long, but it and this scene, this whole scene, even down to the chill wind and the smell...
He stumbles against the tree, palms flat against it to stop his momentum and to either side of the lettering carved into the trunk. It's weathered and old, at least a decade. His fingers tremble lightly, as even with his dimmed sight it's impossible not to see it clearly this close up, and his eyes drop to the ground at his feet. Compacted and still no grass that grows by these roots.
Why am I back here. Why did that book... know things... ]
This is... Edinburgh. Scotland. [ His voice is low, hoarse and cracking slightly. Eyes dilated with a surreal, creeping kind of horror.
He shakes his head slightly, hearing Shouto approaching, but stares down at the ground underfoot still like he's found a ghost there. I needed to check to confirm before, but... I don't need to now. ]
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Allen, however, isn't considering any of that yet. A year ago he might not have recognized that tree on sight because it had been so long, but it and this scene, this whole scene, even down to the chill wind and the smell...
He stumbles against the tree, palms flat against it to stop his momentum and to either side of the lettering carved into the trunk. It's weathered and old, at least a decade. His fingers tremble lightly, as even with his dimmed sight it's impossible not to see it clearly this close up, and his eyes drop to the ground at his feet. Compacted and still no grass that grows by these roots.
Why am I back here. Why did that book... know things... ]
This is... Edinburgh. Scotland. [ His voice is low, hoarse and cracking slightly. Eyes dilated with a surreal, creeping kind of horror.
He shakes his head slightly, hearing Shouto approaching, but stares down at the ground underfoot still like he's found a ghost there. I needed to check to confirm before, but... I don't need to now. ]
My Edinburgh.