( enough days have passed for whatever initial disorienting and jarring feelings dwight had to his abrupt change in environment to sort of ease into a mild, if not necessarily low, simmer. he still feels like his anxiety is viciously eating away at him, like if he isn't careful, he'll suddenly snap out of this impossible dream straight back into the sick reality he's known for the past seven fucking years. but it hasn't happened yet, so... so he isn't entirely sure how to feel about that.
in fact, besides anxiety and wariness, he isn't feeling much at all — no hope, no excitement, not even sadness or anger.
he feels numbed and he feels... conflicted about how to feel, if that makes any sense. should he be shouting with joy? should he be crying in relief? or should he be beating himself up over not being there for all the people who he has left behind in the fog?
he doesn't have an answer to that. he isn't in the right state of mind to do a deep dive into it, when he's still trying to figure out how he ended up here.
the entity couldn't have grown sick of him and just randomly tossed his ass out, right? like did he become such a major thorn in her side that she needed to get rid of him asap or has he become so intrinsically broken that she no longer finds value in him? or could this be an actual outlandish case of cross-dimensional kidnapping that even the entity was too weak to stop? he's heard the theories floating around town, but he doesn't know what to believe.
dwight decided pretty quickly that the boarding house wasn't for him on day one. it was too crowded and tight, and it did nothing more than to provoke his nerves. so he picked a nice area out in the woods — not too far away from town to make it difficult to run for help, but still far enough away to get some peace and quiet. the campfire he had set up felt safe and familiar, and he knew that no offer of free room and board could possibly set him at ease as effectively as the soft crackle of an ongoing flame.
the woods aren't completely devoid of people. others live out here, too. dwight has even seen one or two people pass through in the distance. so when he hears the sound of footsteps and some guy he's never seen before shows up, he isn't startled or surprised. he's just wary because, well, he's always wary.
he doesn't say anything at first, his eyes glancing up at his face and then down to the bundle of supplies in his arms. but soon enough, his expression softens and a grateful smile settles over his face. ) No, you're not intruding. Thanks. ( he stands up from where he was seated against a log. ) That's, uh... ( he motions at the things he's carrying. ) really nice of you. You didn't have to come all the way out here just to give them to me.
( but that seems to be the nature of almost everyone in this town — kind, helpful and generous. )
Uh... ( he takes a careful step forward, holding out his hands. ) You can just hand them to me. ( a slight furrow of his brows. ) I don't think I've seen you around before...? I'm Dwight. What's your name?
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in fact, besides anxiety and wariness, he isn't feeling much at all — no hope, no excitement, not even sadness or anger.
he feels numbed and he feels... conflicted about how to feel, if that makes any sense. should he be shouting with joy? should he be crying in relief? or should he be beating himself up over not being there for all the people who he has left behind in the fog?
he doesn't have an answer to that. he isn't in the right state of mind to do a deep dive into it, when he's still trying to figure out how he ended up here.
the entity couldn't have grown sick of him and just randomly tossed his ass out, right? like did he become such a major thorn in her side that she needed to get rid of him asap or has he become so intrinsically broken that she no longer finds value in him? or could this be an actual outlandish case of cross-dimensional kidnapping that even the entity was too weak to stop? he's heard the theories floating around town, but he doesn't know what to believe.
dwight decided pretty quickly that the boarding house wasn't for him on day one. it was too crowded and tight, and it did nothing more than to provoke his nerves. so he picked a nice area out in the woods — not too far away from town to make it difficult to run for help, but still far enough away to get some peace and quiet. the campfire he had set up felt safe and familiar, and he knew that no offer of free room and board could possibly set him at ease as effectively as the soft crackle of an ongoing flame.
the woods aren't completely devoid of people. others live out here, too. dwight has even seen one or two people pass through in the distance. so when he hears the sound of footsteps and some guy he's never seen before shows up, he isn't startled or surprised. he's just wary because, well, he's always wary.
he doesn't say anything at first, his eyes glancing up at his face and then down to the bundle of supplies in his arms. but soon enough, his expression softens and a grateful smile settles over his face. ) No, you're not intruding. Thanks. ( he stands up from where he was seated against a log. ) That's, uh... ( he motions at the things he's carrying. ) really nice of you. You didn't have to come all the way out here just to give them to me.
( but that seems to be the nature of almost everyone in this town — kind, helpful and generous. )
Uh... ( he takes a careful step forward, holding out his hands. ) You can just hand them to me. ( a slight furrow of his brows. ) I don't think I've seen you around before...? I'm Dwight. What's your name?