@lotharx
location: home note: uwu
Somehow, some way, he had crawled his way back home. Back to Lysara, back to the place where it had all started for him, back to before everything had gone to complete shit. Prospero had no idea how people felt about him or if they even cared, but he never much cared about that. All he cared about was that Alrik and Alessia had somehow forgiven him. He would have to have more of a conversation with them when things somewhat settled. They deserved an explanation for everything and he couldn’t really figure out how to put it into words yet. Alrik had saved him though. Damakos…He didn’t want to think about it again as he walked into his home and sat down in the nearest chair. Alrik and Alessia were sure to have their own matters to attend to right now and so did he.
His presence was probably not that hard to hear enter the house as he heard the shuffle of boots against the floor. Prospero couldn’t even really begin to put into words the relief he felt to look up and see Lothar there. His family was fine. They were all safe. They were all…A tear fell down his cheek that he tried to wipe away immediately. Only a whisper left his mouth as he looked down at the ground. “I’m sorry I…I’m sorry.”
