Fall, fall
(Wrote this last year, just uploading it now.)
Father above, what a day.
He stepped forward, wincing. Lie down, his body screamed, lie down, foolish angel. But he merely ignored it; if he were to rest now, he didn't know if he'd ever get up again. No. I will.
Each leaf rustling above felt like a mockery of his honor. The angel gripped his side, breath escaping in raggedy huffs with every step. Find Mathias, find Ulvar, find...
Oh. That hurt.
His hand caught a root. There. That would be a good support to push himself back up. He pulled himself forward, arms trembling; it wasn't enough. The familiar glow of his halo caught his eye. Red, flickering. So the cold that struck him wasn't an illusion made up by his bloodloss.
Tuitiel could feel his strength beginning to wane. Damn that little demon. Was nobody coming for him? Was this... it? All of his regrets, all of his achievements... for nothing? Death had always been a nuisance at best; he was immortal. A guard for his father. Had he not felt worse?
No, he decided, not really. At least then I had nothing to lose.
As he finally let his cheek rest on the damp ground below, the last thing he recalled clearly was a familiar voice yelling his name.
Author's Notes
Ulvar and Jokull are TECHNICALLY mentioned but only briefly