Distant Thunder [Reaper Six-Lanawint]

[CalibansEnthusiast]

He strode through the snow back to the hangar that he'd left the fighter in. It was his now, and he had to help the mechanics take care of it. He was rewarded with a shovel and told to scrape ice off the floor, anything to keep his mind off of what had happened. The sky was darkening, as dusk came early in this part of the world, and many were turning in. With nowhere to go, and apparantly not trusted, after being chased out by the mechanics, Alex was left in the snow.

Someone took pity on him and gave him a dark grey blanket, which he wrapped around himself and laid down under an overhang shielding him from snow falling directly down. He was within sight of the command center, where he'd left the princess. His mind raged, at himself, at the enemy, at the world. Alex knew sleep wouldn't come, just the cold night and his thoughts.

 

[Lanawint]

A heavy sigh escaped Lizbeth's lips as she screwed the paper holding the words she had been scribbling into a ball. She had been stuck trying to write something for too long already and the more she tried, the less reasons for doing so seemed relevant. What good would it do anyway, besides maybe soothing her own guilt. And she had to stop with that. She was not responsible for everything that went wrong, and she wasn't responsible for Alex's fate either. She had done everything she could.

Yet, she couldn't help feeling uneasy at the thought of him sleeping who knows where, because he had been tasked to help her. There was no room for him at the military base and the general had been uncompromising in his rebuttal despite her plead. There was nothing he could do, and maybe would, do. The young woman would have offered to host him at Winter Castle, but not only the other soldiers would probably see it as a (another?) sign of blatant favoritism, which was silly, because if the general had approached her about a lack of room for any one of his soldiers, she would have offer to host him as well; but also considering that he was to go back to the fight tomorrow, leaving the military base now made little sense.

She left the command center and made her way toward the vehicle that would drive her to Winter Castle when a grayed form on the floor over the white snow caught her gaze. It was... Alex? What was he doing outside, on the cold? She threw a glance at the little gathering that awaited her and stopped her course, instead she moved closer to Alex and squatted down next to him, gently asking:

"Alex? Are you okay?"