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It was noon of… well, he couldn’t be too sure of how many days they’ve been separated, but since he started his journey back, it’s been roughly 9 days, if he counted the days right. Darius’s could feel his legs starting to give way. The muscles screaming in protest, his feet aching from the long journey back. He was sure he had blisters. A wet sensation told him he had some sort of sore, perhaps a bleeding wound on his foot as well.
A small loose rock slipped from under him and Darius found himself face first on the ground, sliding backwards a few feet down the hill he was climbing up. A long pained groan rolled up from him, the old injuries flaring up. Carefully rolling onto his back, a bright blue sky with white clouds greeted his vision.
Maybe, maybe it was stupid of him to try this hard. It’s not like it’d be for certain that Lance would still be at camp. They probably moved on already. They only had so many rations to go by after all. Anxiety swirled in his stomach. Most likely, he’d just stumble into an empty camp…
But, there still is a small part of him, that wants to believe– no, that still believes that someone was waiting for him. Darius clings to that part of him, that small flame of hope that flickers and dances in his chest, in his heart. It sets a foundation, something solid for him to heave himself up on when his thoughts churn to something black and ugly.
Slowly, he gets up again. Scraped up hands steadying him against the grass and dirt. Once up on the hill, he allows himself to breathe, to take in the scenery. The familiarity of it all. He was close. Home wasn’t far form here. Landmarks he’d memorised some time ago were helping him navigate, giving him extra energy to continue.
Heart thumping faster in his chest, his steps slightly quicker. He needed to confirm, needed to see with his own eyes whether the dark whispers in his mind were true, or if his heart actually knew what it was telling him.
Darius passed people, worry etched on their face from his appearance, someone even trying to catch his attention to offer help. He, however, had tunnel vision. His focus on something far more important than his own appearance.
A slight curve on the road well travelled towards civilazation and safety, a straight forward path that’d be easy to follow, yet Darius stepped off from the road. His destination was not the city, was not the populated areas. Outskirts, away from people, away from the hustle and bustle.
The campsite was smaller than he remembered, perhaps due to the fact that, as he’d thought, they would move on. Panting where he stands, looking down at what’s left, he does feel a pang of pain in his chest, the familiar pain of having been left behind. But, as he looks, really looks at what’s in front of him, Darius feels his breath hitch. A sound of disbelief, a whisper of a familiar name.
Lance…?
That couldn’t be? But he recognized the way they sat, the way they moved. The familiar spec of red in the distance that he had missed during his quest to get back. Darius finds himself stumbling forward.
“Lance..!”
The whispered name is picked up by a sudden ghust of wind that urges him forward. Towards a familiar form, towards what he considers home.
tomorrow is my last shift at the store!
and today is payday!! but the salaries ain’t gotten paid, because the automation failed, so now we just have to wait til monday for our salary
well, our manager allowed to buy food for the weekend on her, so it fine. i guess. lmao
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sobbing
thank you
writing this up so i can laugh at it one day:
yesterday was a shit storm, an entire kerfuckle. i was on shift alone with this new hire (who’s been there for like, eh 3-ish months), Micke. he’s my boss’s, janica, friend’s boyfriend. he’s a former officer, he’s had some cancer surgery so he’s got back issues, yadda yadda.
man, i’m tired. so glad i won’t have these from closing to opening shifts anymore once i change jobs
"Here. Drink this. You're dehydrated." Iku Takayashi ( @demonic-x-sorcerers to Sanada Oku
There was a short wheeze from Oku as an answer, hand raised up to motion to give him a moment. Obviously this was not planned. He swears he’d grabbed his extra waterbottle, but apparently it was still at home. Standing on the counter. His fresh cold water. The weather had turned far more warm than he anticipated.
To think he’s troubling Iku like this. Again. Just because he’s being scatterbrained. What an embarrassment.
“Thank you,” Oku finally manages to get out, sounding out of breath while also doing his best to not let his shaking legs collapse from under him. “A minor miscalculation…. on my part.” The liquid is like mana from Gods, helping him clear his mind. Over half of the bottle is downed in one go. It’s like he’s not seen water or anything to drink for days on end.
“Sorry to cause such trouble, again. I keep disturbing your peace.”
