oak, shale, soot / freyr & charlie, day 2
Jul 8, 2022 0:22:18 GMT -5
Post by calla on Jul 8, 2022 0:22:18 GMT -5
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It's colder now that half Freyr's tunic is missing. The strip of wool he'd torn off is long gone now, drenched in Will's blood and lying somewhere in the cave rubble. Lux had been the one to properly fix him up again while Freyr stood on the pile of overturned rocks and kept watch.
It's like clockwork now, the way they fall into their roles.
But now the fabric barely reaches his naval and the fur around the collar tickles his neck. The sky starts to streak purple and the air starts to cool and Freyr pretends to keep sharpening his sickle while Charlie picks his way up the rocks to him.
"The cave-in-" The pebble he's using as a whetstone scrapes against metal, "That was good."
It'd given them time at least, they could climb further onto the landing and regroup. Freyr'd sat near the edge for nearly an hour afterwards, poised and listening for any noise coming from the entrance. It stayed quiet, and his guard's not down fully but his fists are, and for now that's good enough.
At least Will seems more relaxed, and he's the worst off of them all. If the glass dragon makes him feel less-shit, and if it doesn't eat anyone overnight, then Freyr's fine with it staying.
One of the smaller dragons had torn into Charlie's forehead before the ceiling collapse. The extent of Freyr's medical knowledge falls incredibly short when dealing with anything past a knife nick or a twisted ankle.
He's built to hurt, rather than to heal.
But still, he sits on the rocks and pushes the whetstone against his blade and his voice is low when he asks-
"How bad did they get you?"
