// This is my RPG Post as Hans; translated to English - also why does ist "sound" better in german urg //
Context: After KCD2 Henry&Hans visit Skalitz. Henry to rebuild it - Hans because Henry offered he could join also Henry left after Hans kiss (because pain is good, right?)
Bloodshot eyes slowly opened in the rising light of the morning sun as Hans let out a quiet groan. What he wouldnât give for just a few hours of restful sleep, yet far too many thoughts had kept him awake through the night. Skalitz was different from what he had imagined. Or perhaps it had simply been Henryâs bleak descriptions that had created a certain picture in his mind - One that did not match what they had found here. At least the castle's stone walls had survived, though stonemasons and carpenters had been working for days to repair the remaining damage. In his tent, Hans longed for a real bed in a real room, but many parts of the castle were still uninhabitable âso a makeshift camp had been set up for the lords. Still, it was a better situation than what the workers had to "endure".
Yet the blond-haired man wondered if accepting the offer had been a mistake. On one hand, he had no desire to return to Rattay ânot right now, at leastâ but on the other, the distance that had grown between him and Henry in recent days felt greater here than anywhere else. But it wasnât just his heart that kept him awake. It was the dreams â dreams of arrows, of screams and pain, of gnawing hunger, and of those damned bells tolling.
With a sigh, the young lord squeezed his eyes shut before sitting up, pausing for a moment in a hunched posture on his makeshift bed. At least Hanush had sent some workers and supplies in the past few days to speed up the repairs in Skalitz â perhaps Hans had something to do with it, though he had not spoken of it. Another oddity, just like the fact that he was avoiding everyone he possibly could at the moment.
Yesterday, however, when he had returned from a ride, Zizka had intercepted him and dragged him to the improvised tavern below the castle, where Katherine had wordlessly placed a plate of food and a cup of wine in front of him. Even though he hadnât felt like eating, he had let Zizka distract him, and shortly before midnight, he had stumbled back to his tent in a clearly unsteady state. Unfortunately, even alcohol couldnât chase his dreams away.
Wasting few thoughts on the previous evening, Hans slid out of bed and grabbed his clothes from the chest to his right before dressing. Just as he pulled his red hood over his head, his stomach made itself known. Well, it was still early. Far too early by Hansâ standards. Oh, how he longed for long, restful sleep. But as his stomach growled once more so he shook off his thoughts and made his way toward the supply tent. Even though there was a cooking station not far from his own tent, he didnât want to wait for a servant to pass byânor did he want to risk sitting at a table with Radzig and getting caught in a conversation about his future.
If he had to hear one more time how happy everyone was that he would soon be married and how wonderful the whole thing was, he would gladly hang himself âNo bells, no executioner needed.
It wasnât that he hadnât known this would happen eventually, but he had thought he still had time⊠Time for adventure, for glory and honor, time with⊠Lost in thought, his feet carried him toward the supply tent while the cool morning air sent a slight shiver down his spine. Everything was quiet and peaceful, yet he couldnât bring himself to feel at ease. By the time he arrived, he was so lost in thought that he didnât even notice he wasnât the only one awake this early.
With tunnel vision, Hans entered the tent, searching for a loaf of bread, some sausage, and cheese. It didnât take long before he found what he needed and stepped back outside. As he looked up, considering whether to return to his tent, he spotted Henry sitting on one of the tree stumps in the center of the camp. For a moment, Hans weighed his chances of slipping away unnoticed, but that decision was taken from him by an excited, foolish Mutt that had turned his body toward him, barking happily and wagging his tail.
Cursing inwardly, Hansâ gaze flicked toward Henry, and before he could lose his nerve, he said in a rough voice, âGood morning. Shouldnât you still be in bed?â
To be honest, even though Hans had kept his distance, that didnât mean he wasnât aware that Henry had been working day and night. Though he had never gone to the forge, he knew well enough that Henry was pushing himself hard. It was good that he was helping - But Hans feared he might work himself to death. Surely, other blacksmiths could take on some of the burden.
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