Before the first cock can roost Achilles rises from the bed, disorientated and the feeling of needing to be elsewhere, Achilles is quickly shaken from his stupor by the movement next to him. Achilles blinks, back in the here and now, a small bedroom with only the bare necessities of a bed, closet, small bedside table on each side. He turns slightly, comes face to face with a sleeping Karna beside him. It’s a strange thing, Achilles doesn’t feel like he needs sleep and yet every night when he goes to bed, exhausted from the day’s events, he falls asleep almost immediate.
It feels like he’s known Karna for a long time and yet the man has only entered his a month and a half ago and so much has changed. Achilles stares a moment longer, fondly gazing upon the man until the cock does let itself known, echoing throughout the whole village.
As quiet as Achilles can be he slips from the bed, paddles over to the bathroom to get himself quickly ready for another day of taking care of the defense of the village, look for lost animals and help the elderly.
A quick washup, cold water splattering against his face and in his hair to wake him up faster and Achilles leaves the bathroom in search of clothes. @freola
