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Sylvain ([personal profile] philancer) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs 2022-11-13 03:41 am (UTC)

[ This wasn't real.

He keeps reminding himself of that. That he's not really in the Monastery, that everything's not actually on fire, that there's not an army just beyond the gates ready to lay waste to the only place he'd ever considered an actual home.

No, this is ancient history now, lost five years in the past and done and over with. It doesn't mean it doesn't hurt, watching it fall again. Especially when he's now so far from that home he's not sure he'll ever see it again.

But the squeeze on his shoulder draws him back to the present and he coughs to clear his lungs again and nods, glancing over at Wilhelm with an apologetic expression. ]


Right. Yeah. Sorry. This way, we're almost there.

[ He doesn't know how or why the stable hasn't caught fire yet, but he's immensely grateful. He can see the horses already out in the pasture, free from the building just in case, but he nudges his companion towards the nearest door as they approach, his movements hurried now. ] Quick, through here. The stalls exit out into the pasture, we'll be safe out there from the fire.

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