crossing borders
Lots of speculation on my part is going on as to what had conspired between Annabelle and Viktor... I wanted to explore the situation a little.
Timeline-wise, I figure that this one takes place before Muse's collapse and Jowy's initial betrayal.
If this had been another world, and in another time, we would have been together.
But this is reality.
Reality never fails to bite.
I admire you alot, you know. You're always so cool, so calm, so in command. With your very gaze you can already make those conniving bastards in politics grovel on their hands and knees for mercy.
You fight for your city and for your country with zeal. Your people adore you, and you cherish them as though they were your own family. Your strength and theirs is Muse's shield against attack.
Hell, you're just about strong as I am.
I think I love you for that.
But I can never have you.
Maybe I've gotten used to that fact... I used to think about it alot. I used to hope and pray that maybe something crazy would happen, and we'd end up together in the end.
I'd always wake up from that stupid-ass dream, whether it was sleep induced or alcohol induced.
But...
If that crazy something DID happen, I wouldn't care what others would say.
I'd cross that line that seperates us, and leave the rest to the birds.
You know what I mean.
I don't think I need to elaborate.
......
Hey.
I saved a bottle of wine for you when my fort got destroyed.
It was the only one I could carry.
I hope you like it.
***
"Where are you off to, Viktor?"
Viktor turned and flashed a grin at the curious Flik. The latter was seated at the tavern, nursing a mug of ale Viktor had bought him (his third).
"I'm off to see Annabelle. Don't wait up for me."
"Sure thing..."
Viktor's grin disappeared as soon he had closed the door behind him.
Wordlessly, he made his way towards the mayor's manor in Muse.
Time touch that border once again.