Caston Teres
Caston walked to one of the cave walls and sat down against it, staring outside to the down pouring rain. His thoughts were on Cooper again; Saber was right. This wasn't a television show. There was no one coming to help them. He could be dead. He closed his eyes, head down and damp hair hiding his face.
"Cas!" Caston heard Cooper's voice off in the distance, calling out for him. He balled his hands into fists, trying to ignore him. He's not there, Cas. He's not actually there, he told himself. He bit his tongue as he heard Cooper calling again, trying to block him out. What Caston didn't know was that Cooper really was calling out to him, somewhere in the rain.
Cooper Ashton
"Cas!" Cooper walked aimlessly in the rain, water cascading from his soaking wet hair and clothing. He was shaking from the cold, but he barely noticed it. He was determined to find his friend. He refused to let the possibility that his friend could be dead dink in. He stumbled in the mud, weak from hunger and exhausted from strained nights of sleep. He fell to his knees, finding himself unable to get back on his feet. He looked up, the trees spinning around him, and shouted for his friend one more time before collapsing to the ground.
Caston walked to one of the cave walls and sat down against it, staring outside to the down pouring rain. His thoughts were on Cooper again; Saber was right. This wasn't a television show. There was no one coming to help them. He could be dead. He closed his eyes, head down and damp hair hiding his face.
"Cas!" Caston heard Cooper's voice off in the distance, calling out for him. He balled his hands into fists, trying to ignore him. He's not there, Cas. He's not actually there, he told himself. He bit his tongue as he heard Cooper calling again, trying to block him out. What Caston didn't know was that Cooper really was calling out to him, somewhere in the rain.
Cooper Ashton
"Cas!" Cooper walked aimlessly in the rain, water cascading from his soaking wet hair and clothing. He was shaking from the cold, but he barely noticed it. He was determined to find his friend. He refused to let the possibility that his friend could be dead dink in. He stumbled in the mud, weak from hunger and exhausted from strained nights of sleep. He fell to his knees, finding himself unable to get back on his feet. He looked up, the trees spinning around him, and shouted for his friend one more time before collapsing to the ground.










