Let Sleeping Dragons Lie

It had taken a few days of bolstering himself, but Lars did finally make it down from his cozy mountain home. He was hoping that surely by now things should be fine, though with the way things were back then there was a slim chance that maybe not. When spoken to Lars was ready to quickly brush things off as he wasn’t quite up to trying to speak to anyone, having only wanted to take one step at a time. 

He was still in shock. 

Abel’s tongue was tied in knots, as was his stomach, as a feeling that he could not quite place came about him. It was heavy, cold and it created a pain in his chest he knew he’d felt before, yet, there was a slither of relief. 

“I saw you die.” Abel said, breathless. He was sure he had. Or maybe? Maybe he had made it all up? Maybe- 

Were these tears that fell down Abel’s cheeks? Oh, he hated to have such invulnerability crack and fade away; he was supposed to be strong. A warrior. Yet, he was breaking. 

“You…” He reached out, clawed hands grasping at his brother’s shoulders. He spoke no words, for he could not find them, nor bring himself to speak less he wished to have his voice give away more weakness. Instead, Abel pulled his brother close, hugging him tightly, as though he would fade at any second.

“Luckily it wasn’t quite right out death. Was pretty close unfortunately.” Lars offered a slight smile, though with the tone of the situation there wasn’t much strength behind it. “I got out, somehow. But I did it.”