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Wait…if Riker was brought here…is Hans here too!? *looks around nervously*
Heh. Heh. Maybe. Uh oh. :O
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Uh oh. I’m not sure I want to meet Hans. =O
Mikkel
Sleep. Dreams.
Riker’s smile never reached his eyes.
No wonder.
Mikkel turned around, probing the grand hall. “Does anyone know who owns this place?”
Exchanged glances, no answers.
Long tapestried walls
“Fiddles.”
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@koshka. Oh, girl, you don’t. *shudders* He is absolutely HORRID.
Eva
“Fiddles.”
Eva gave Mikkel a small smile. “I’m sure we’ll find out eventually. For now, we just need to be careful.”
She was surrounded by three men that had so much pain behind each of their eyes. She’d get to the bottom of Mikkel’s and Riker’s. She already knew and understood much of Ezra’s.
Her heart filled with compassion for both Riker and Mikkel.
“Now, were we going to find somewhere to sleep?” Ezra asked.
Eva nodded. “We shall. I will walk with you. And Mikkel, Riker, would you two like to walk behind?”
“Shouldn’t be a problem, Miss, if Mikkel doesn’t mind walking beside me, at least.” Riker glanced at Mikkel.
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Algermain = the Germanish language in the kingdom of Eintrachtam.
Mikkel
Mikkel shrugged. “As long as you don’t have flu or typhus, I see no reason why I would mind.” He offered a smile.
Their steps echoed faintly down the hall, calling back of empty chambers. Windows gazed into open, star-filled night, untainted by smoke and flares. He drew off his helmet, fingers running through his hair. Using Algermain again, he asked “Where are you from?”
Riker started, eyebrows raised. “I’m from Germany. You?”
“Ah,” Never heard of that one. “I’m from Eintrachtam.”
Another three steps passed.
“Where?”
“Eintrachtam, second kingdom in the Pact of defense.”
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@koshka. Okay. Good to know. I kinda figured. 😉
Riker
“Eintrachtam, second kingdom in the Pact of defense.”
“Can’t say I’ve ever heard of that one.” Riker replied.
It sounded like a place from all those storybooks he’d had read to him when he was a kid.
Yet also…not. Besides, Mikkel spoke German.
“Do you have any family?”
Riker glanced back at Mikkel.
“…I do. My wife and four kids. My wife is expecting a fifth. Then there’s my sister. My mother…recently passed. And then there’s…my…dad.”
He hoped Mikkel didn’t notice his discomfort. He scratched his left cheek.
Instantly pulled his hand away.
He didn’t want to attract attention to the scar there.
“What…what about you?” Riker asked, hoping to divert the attention off of himself.
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Mikkel
“What…what about you?” Riker stumbled on the words, his eyes diverted.
“Well, I’m not married. Would be strange for an eighteen year-old soldier don’t you think?” He laughed, and jammed his helmet back in place.
“I have a little sister though. She’s still at home, thank God. Then there’s Otto, my Guardian, and his wife and daughter.”
“I’m sorry about your mother. The pain does fade. Eventually.”
Not that it goes away.
Not that it ever will.
Mikkel squeezed Riker’s shoulder, then shifted his rifle.
Stupid leg.
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Riker
“Thanks.” Riker whispered.
But how long would it take for that pain to fade?
Forever?
Good thing Mikkel hadn’t asked about his scar.
Ezra
“You know…you could be more open.”
“Eva, you know I don’t like talking about it.” Ezra replied, quiet. They were whispering to be sure Mikkel and Riker wouldn’t hear them.
Not that Ezra hated them or anything…he didn’t…but his business was his business and no one else’s.
He only told Eva because she was his girlfriend and he trusted her.
Mikkel and Riker were speaking German. Not that Ezra could tell what they were saying.
“Come on, mein Liebling, you don’t have to be afraid of your past.”
My Darling.
“I’m not afraid of it. I just…I don’t…” Ezra sighed. “I just don’t wanna talk about it right now.”
“You’re so stubborn.” Eva replied, her voice higher.
She was trying to get Mikkel and Riker to hear them.
“Hey. Shh. You don’t have to be loud.”
“I’m not being that loud, Uppity Serviceman.” Eva retorted. Smirked.
Wow.
She was annoying.
She winked.
Ugh.
Not again.
If only she wasn’t so beautiful.
“Eva, come on.”
“You’re even more handsome when you’re angry. Now, can you be open with me?”
“I have been open, Ma’am.” Ezra replied.
They took more steps.
Was this castle completely empty of bedrooms?
“Not open enough.” Eva retorted. Crossed her arms and stopped in her tracks.
Ezra didn’t notice at first, then realized.
He turned around. “Eva…”
“Ezra, I need you to be completely open with all of us.”
Riker and Mikkel stopped in their tracks. Riker glanced between Ezra and Eva.
“I have been open. What else do you want from me?”
“I need you to be open about your struggles. If we’re open with you, then the least you can do is be open with us.” Eva said, soft.
Ezra smirked.
“Why, bless your heart, Ma’am.” Ezra replied curtly.
(Wow. He’s got some attitude right now. XD)
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Oh no. He pulled that phrase out? I’d SAY he’s got some attitude! XD
Mikkel
The air between them had to be shooting sparks at this point. Mikkel stepped back. No need to get singed.
“Ezra.” The lady had her hands on her hips.
What was this about?
If we’re open with you…
Guilt clouded Mikkel’s eyes…but not even the chaplain knew that.
Do something.
Say something.
His voice broke out, hardly a whisper. “I don’t think…maybe it’s best…if we don’t resurrect ghosts at this time of night.”
He turned away, desperately hiding the memories falling like rain.
Don’t think. Don’t remember.
Why do they keep coming now? Why so suddenly?
Stop. Just, please, stop.
He spun back around, a stone mask firmly in place.
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@koshka. Right? XD
Riker
“Mikkel’s right, you know.”
Ezra smiled. “Of course.”
Eva rolled her eyes at Ezra. “Fine. But this isn’t over.”
She turned around and walked beside Ezra again.
Riker glanced at Mikkel. His eyes were seeing something that wasn’t there.
“Hey, Mikkel, let’s follow them. And hey, are you okay?”
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Mikkel
“Are you okay?”
Mikkel blinked, the screaming shell and silent world had vanished. His knees tried to buckle, pain searing nerves…
But he was still here. In this unknown castle.
“Forgive me. I do not attend. What did you say, chap?”
“Let’s follow the them. Are you sure you’re alright?” Riker’s brow furrowed.
Mikkel straightened his helmet. “Oh, yes. It’s nothing.”
He smiled, gestured vaguely and started walking.
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Riker
Riker walked to walk beside him.
Mikkel was hurting.
He knew what that felt like.
He knew what it felt like to stare straight ahead and see something that hadn’t been there in years.
“Mikkel…I’m here to listen. Trust me. I’ve seen a lot of things. I’ve…done…a lot of things…”
Riker bit his lip.
“And most of those things I’m not proud of.”
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Mikkel
“And most of those things I’m not proud of.”
Another broken soldier wanting to help Mikkel’s wounds.
What was Annia doing right now? Probably praying.
“Haven’t we all?” Mikkel smiled, but it was made of tears, not mirth. “We broke this world, and we can’t fix it.”
They walked in silence for a moment.
“Does talking about… memories…actually help?”
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Riker
“Does talking about… memories…actually help?”
Riker shrugged. “It depends on the person. And depends on what’s going on.”
Riker took in a deep breath.
“To tell you the truth, I don’t like talking about what’s happened to me…what I’ve done…but not talking about it makes things worse a lot of the time. When we don’t talk about it…it just haunts us, you know?”
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Mikkel
It always haunts us.
“I know.”
He pulled out his watch, but put it back without knowing the time.
Maybe talking didn’t help.
Maybe nothing helped.
But perhaps, just perhaps, there was something.
“Would you like to sing?”
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