[ alfyn is... hiding in the drisking infirmary, right now, sitting on one of the cots with his face pressed against his raised knee, both arms around it as the flat heel of his boot on the edge of the cot.
predictably, he is crying. it's quiet, frustrated and bitter, but his shoulders are shaking and there are stormy thought clouds all around him at the moment.
wk 4; friday
predictably, he is crying. it's quiet, frustrated and bitter, but his shoulders are shaking and there are stormy thought clouds all around him at the moment.
hi hawke. ]