[ He didn't know how long he was down there, but he knew that it had to have been awhile. It felt like awhile. When he was there, he could see and hear Viktor. Or at least he thought he had been seeing and hearing Viktor. Part of him knew that it wasn't really him, but he still struggled with the thought that it could be.
When he got back, the first place he went was home. There was no hesitation in his steps. He wanted to see the man that he loves, died for, and thought of the whole time he was gone. His body feels heavy as he moves forward. He makes the choice to ignore the pain in his limbs, the voices that were far louder than they had been for awhile. They were just another thing to lock away.
He stands on the front porch of their home for a moment - before he simply walks inside. He doesn't shout, but his voice cracks a little when he speaks. ]
action; several days after death
When he got back, the first place he went was home. There was no hesitation in his steps. He wanted to see the man that he loves, died for, and thought of the whole time he was gone. His body feels heavy as he moves forward. He makes the choice to ignore the pain in his limbs, the voices that were far louder than they had been for awhile. They were just another thing to lock away.
He stands on the front porch of their home for a moment - before he simply walks inside. He doesn't shout, but his voice cracks a little when he speaks. ]
Viktor.
[ More than anything, he missed him. ]