Genis "will light you on fire" Sage (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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lobsterbox2016-11-15 06:34 pm
twohares) wrote in lobsterbox2016-11-15 06:34 pm
i'm too tired for titles
[ This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.
By all accounts, he should be one of the last people going to war over the throne. And, well, in a way, he was. They were both last picks. Two far flung lines with just about as much legitimacy as far as the people, their extended family, and the nobility were concerned.
He should have just sulked off to Raine’s country. Even being lesser nobility would be better than this.
Staggering away from the battlefield, he held his wounded side in his hand. The blood had already soaked into his glove enough to make it look less like linen and more like tissue paper. He wasn’t even sure where he was going after a point. It was just forest and trees and forest and trees - and then there was a break in the ground.
Genis blinked, looking at the darkened den that was probably a bear’s once, before carefully approaching and slipping in. At least if he died in there, it would be a little less shameful.
A little.
Until he realized there was someone else already in there, white uniform shining in the darkness. ]
By all accounts, he should be one of the last people going to war over the throne. And, well, in a way, he was. They were both last picks. Two far flung lines with just about as much legitimacy as far as the people, their extended family, and the nobility were concerned.
He should have just sulked off to Raine’s country. Even being lesser nobility would be better than this.
Staggering away from the battlefield, he held his wounded side in his hand. The blood had already soaked into his glove enough to make it look less like linen and more like tissue paper. He wasn’t even sure where he was going after a point. It was just forest and trees and forest and trees - and then there was a break in the ground.
Genis blinked, looking at the darkened den that was probably a bear’s once, before carefully approaching and slipping in. At least if he died in there, it would be a little less shameful.
A little.
Until he realized there was someone else already in there, white uniform shining in the darkness. ]
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If we dawdle, there'll be no one to fix up.
[He would end up abandoning his own shirt as he forced himself up to his feet. Force himself up to his feet. His brain and body weren't quite cooperating the way they normally did, that was for sure, and there was a delay before his body began to shake to start working that out.]
My horse... If he's still out there where he was struck down... My bag should still be there.