He wasn't used to this. Sure, Jason had to walk through the dirtiest and most toxic places that an average person would rather run away than to have a look just for a second, but a forest apparently seemed to be his least favorite; He just hates all the vines, that cut trough him no matter where he went, the trees that are so close and wide that he can barely have a walk through the forest, the irresistible looking berries in each bush at sight, that he already got sick from after eating some– Could you blame him? He preferred gritty city streets and alleyways over tangled roots and shadowy canopies. But the intel led him here: a criminal organization supposedly using the forest as a hideout. Honestly, he understands why someone would hide here, it's dark as hell and can't see sh#t from all those huge trees.

Jason sliced through the dense vines with his machete, muttering curses under his breath as the blade snagged on the thick greenery. Every step felt like the forest was magically turning alive and fighting back, branches swiping at him and roots tripping him up. Frustrated, he swung the machete harder, cutting through an especially hard cluster of vines, when a sharp, commanding... familiar voice rang out, stopping him in his tracks.

“What do you think you’re doing?!”

Jason froze, his grip tightening on the handle of the machete. He turned slowly, his heart skipping a beat as he saw you emerge from the shadows of the trees.

Oh. Just what he needed. Meeting an ex?

He just stares as the leaves and vines seemed to move with you, like the forest itself was mirroring your anger. He has to admit, you hadn’t changed a bit—your otherworldly beauty was just as he remembered, though now it was laced with fury.