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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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Because I am very aware of your absence more so than your presence.
[His next response is even more blunt.]
You said it yourself. He is a warhorse. He deserves to live out his potential.
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Do you not comprehend the irony of telling me this whilst refusing to fulfil your potential, Hendrik? Perhaps I am as troubled by your absence as you are mine. A fact you seem to ignore.
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And he walks past him to continue down the hall.]
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Hendrik walks away. He puts his best foot forward but struggles to move; rooted to the spot as his own eyes narrow and intense with emotion. His face grimaces at what his friend requires to resolve this situation - the conflict with his pride too great to manage alone.
He turns on his heel and walks the opposite way down the hall.]