// we haven't won, and if we win, //
He’s out. Unaware of where he’s ended up or what happened at the end of the transport. Or even the fact that Danta had dropped him off with Isla and gone for a well deserved drink. None of it matters, though, as his eyes slowly begin to blink open, nothing registering except for the fact that he’s very sore, his mouth is dry, and he thinks it’s the worst dream he’s ever experienced, even with the centuries he’d been asleep. He’d never felt this bad.
Shifting a bit to sit up, its with a wince that he settles immediately, his arm bandaged and throbbing in pain along with his collarbone, Astaroth notices that he’s in a clinic – a familiar one at that – and with it he shakes a little, trembling from the soreness and the pain, before he settles back and presses his horned head into the pillow, his unharmed hand, still caked with a fair amount of dried blood, rubs at his temple with a heavy sigh, eyes shut tight as he tries to compartmentalize the pain.
Shifting a bit to sit up, its with a wince that he settles immediately, his arm bandaged and throbbing in pain along with his collarbone, Astaroth notices that he’s in a clinic – a familiar one at that – and with it he shakes a little, trembling from the soreness and the pain, before he settles back and presses his horned head into the pillow, his unharmed hand, still caked with a fair amount of dried blood, rubs at his temple with a heavy sigh, eyes shut tight as he tries to compartmentalize the pain.
Astaroth
// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //
