Prompt: "Lost"


Drifting, drifting, relegated to the gray…because of defeat? It was difficult to remember, difficult to hold on to coherency…

Then, with the swiftness of thought, he was called again, remembered, given form, given name again. A familiar name, a most welcome form. He opened mismatched eyes, inhaled sweet air.

Her eyes held his with a fierce will, though her voice was soft and hoarse with too much experience. "I've been lost."

A wintry smile spread across his face, familiar and comfortably condescending. It contained more than a hint of threat. "What makes you think it is better to be found?"