Necessary Aid
@winged-shield
Heavy. Heavyheavyheavy, and cold.
Cold?
Maybe. Thought he was. Always felt cold, a frigid constancy to his blood, even to his very bone. Heat was forever dear, forever desired, but now…
Now it almost was like he had too much? Like fire had flared to life behind his eyes and spread to the palms of his hands, to his chest, coherence so difficult to manage in the wake of such disruption. Didn’t need to think though. Had already thought. Already determined action. Had to find the-, the one who avenged. The one who rode, who-.
Who would save that man. That other one. The one that would not leave Volke’s thoughts, that was like a shroud, a haze, an insistent force compelling him to act, to-.
The man. The first. His horse, at least. His camp, maybe.
Volke stumbled through the tall grass, the pack on his back so forever heavy, each step weighed down, his stride unsteady. He was so far from function in every way. His head so hot, feet so cold, unmasked and so far from the professionalism that was so ingrained into his reputation.
Hardly mattered, though. Nothing did, but this man. And convincing him to save another.