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heliodorianwings2022-01-04 07:08 pm
standvastig) wrote in heliodorianwings2022-01-04 07:08 pm
line up the dominoes / a light wind blows
Where: Heliodor
When: A few years after Hendrik's promotion
Summary: A seemingly petty curse. A terrible incident on the battlefield.
[In the moments he is conscious enough to string awareness together, he sees blue. A blue sky. Light filtering through the trees. He tries to hold on to that sense, but it blurs under the pressure and pain of everything he feels. A wooden wagon, its wheels rolling over stones and holes in the road. Flashes of cold that bite into him when his skin doesn't feel hot and sweaty. Pain, pain, pain--
A particularly rocky patch of road jostles him against the burlap that provides little protection on the wagon, and merciful darkness takes him.
The field medics fight what the healers cannot, trying to keep General Hendrik's fever down while stemming the blood flow from the grievous wound that took the man's right arm. The giver of the wound -- a nightmarish dragon with teeth capable of piercing plate and chain both -- has the knights rushing back to Heliodor, touting more injured than previous campaigns.
The crowds that see the knights drag themselves back to the castle grounds cannot do much more than look on in shock.]
When: A few years after Hendrik's promotion
Summary: A seemingly petty curse. A terrible incident on the battlefield.
[In the moments he is conscious enough to string awareness together, he sees blue. A blue sky. Light filtering through the trees. He tries to hold on to that sense, but it blurs under the pressure and pain of everything he feels. A wooden wagon, its wheels rolling over stones and holes in the road. Flashes of cold that bite into him when his skin doesn't feel hot and sweaty. Pain, pain, pain--
A particularly rocky patch of road jostles him against the burlap that provides little protection on the wagon, and merciful darkness takes him.
The field medics fight what the healers cannot, trying to keep General Hendrik's fever down while stemming the blood flow from the grievous wound that took the man's right arm. The giver of the wound -- a nightmarish dragon with teeth capable of piercing plate and chain both -- has the knights rushing back to Heliodor, touting more injured than previous campaigns.
The crowds that see the knights drag themselves back to the castle grounds cannot do much more than look on in shock.]
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What can he say that will shock his friend's miserable train of thought?]
I suppose being dressed by a nurse is a fantasy in one of those magazines of yours.
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Why would he even begin to imply that he would any part of a fantasy that would resemble his current state?
It takes effort, but he shifts to rest on his good arm, his back facing Jasper. Strangely self-conscious, he pulls up the sheets to cover his empty sleeve.]
If you only have hurtful things to say, please leave.
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[Instead of sounding outraged - or bitter or vengeful - Jasper merely sounds disappointed. He pulls the book from beneath his arm and regards Hendrik with the intent of throwing it back in his face.
Why be so outraged when the man is wounded and unable to know his own mind? He sets the book upon the chair and does precisely as asked. He takes his leave.]