| ✖ | ; His head hurt.
That was almost a terrible understatement. His head was killing him. Every wandering step he took, it thudded, louder, and louder, and even fogged his vision--only slightly, but enough for him to notice. The worst thing was he was used to these sudden headaches. He had been getting them quite some time. What was worse, was he had no idea why, or what from.
He rubbed the palm of his hand against where it hurt most, hoping the pressure may soothe it just a little, or at least distract his mind from the terrible aching. Oh, how everything was beginning to hurt. Even his ears were ringing. What really was he going through?
He must have looked like a mess, pastel locks messy under the hat, fingers slipping through his fringe every once and a while to push it from his eyes, as he stepped, with the occasional stagger. He watched his own feet, maybe a foot or two in front of him, as he walked. If he could find an inn, maybe he could rest, and not have to sleep in the fields again, since being so far from home.
❝ Sina des jigoku... ❞ He muttered, honestly unsure of how loud it had been, or whom could have been around. Where was he, anyway?














