𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓪𝓲𝓭 𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓮𝓭𝓮𝓼. (
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bloody tears || ❝ our fate so darkly romantic, i will never leave your side. ❞
He roams the countryside...
A journey far from doner
Racing the setting sun this battle must be won
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Even when Estinien deposited him upon the couch in the sitting area, he wanted to do nothing more but lie there and hide his face from the sudden light from the room. Said light was hardly bright at all, but it still managed to leak through his closed eyes and caused him to recoil.
It isn't until he registers the feel of Lantaa's hands on either side of his face that he halts his efforts to hide from the light by attempting to burrow into the couch. His eyes slit open just a fraction and he tries to focus on her face as much as he can. All he wanted to do was come home to her, so at least he has managed that much with Estinien's help.
He wants to reach for her, to hold her hand or touch her hair, but his arms do not seem to be interested in cooperating with him. Moving only seems to cause more discomfort, and he wishes he could simply lie still, but in this moment, reaching out to her is of greater importance.
This is not at all how he imagined his homecoming, once more needing assistance and care from others. After this, he would not blame any of them for dismissing him as too much trouble for them to deal with. ]