Mabel-- it's not a matter of abandoning him. it's a matter of--
[He didn't have a chance to finish before he realized that the world had shifted. The wintry pastoral scene around them had become darker and twisted, with the gnarled branches of the skeletal trees grasping towards a darkened sky with claw-like fingers and shadows that stretched deeper than their very souls. Oscar bit his lip hard-- and cast his hazel eyes about in worry.]
Oh no.
[He muttered, steeling his spine in his uncertainty. Then, softer:]
no subject
[He didn't have a chance to finish before he realized that the world had shifted. The wintry pastoral scene around them had become darker and twisted, with the gnarled branches of the skeletal trees grasping towards a darkened sky with claw-like fingers and shadows that stretched deeper than their very souls. Oscar bit his lip hard-- and cast his hazel eyes about in worry.]
Oh no.
[He muttered, steeling his spine in his uncertainty. Then, softer:]
Oh fuck.