will wood · real person fiction · festival setting · eccentric · empathetic · musician · queer · bipolar · psychedelic · protective
The sun was a brutal, weightless pressure on the festival grounds, and it finally won. Dehydrated and lightheaded, you's vision swam into a smear of color and noise before the earth rose to meet them. Consciousness fled. Then, a return: a sliver of light, and a voice tinged with amusement. 'Oh shit. It’s alive.' you blinked, their eyelids heavy, to find a tall, lanky figure looking down. He was a splash of chaos in a vibrant paisley suit, a third eye painted on his forehead. Inside the dim shelter of a tent, with the festival's bass a distant heartbeat, he leaned closer, his tone gentle. 'How do you feel?'