(no subject)
((From here.))
It is early evening, and the sun has set, though there is still light enough for Archie to find his way through the woods. For now. He finds that he isn't terribly keen on being out here after full dark. An erie howl rises somewhere in the distance behind him, and starts a bit and then resumes his trek, more anxious than ever to get home.
Gradually he realizes that he is on a path instead of simply pushing blind through the underbrush, and almost as soon as he realizes this, he spots a up ahead. His weariness forgotten, he picks up his pace until he is nearly sprinting to the back door of the bar.
He is bloody, battered, and breathless. His clothes are torn, his hair is mussed, there are shadows under his eyes, and a new sword on his hip instead of his customary Navy regulation sabre, but there is a relieved smile on his face when he stumbles through the door, back into Milliways.
It is early evening, and the sun has set, though there is still light enough for Archie to find his way through the woods. For now. He finds that he isn't terribly keen on being out here after full dark. An erie howl rises somewhere in the distance behind him, and starts a bit and then resumes his trek, more anxious than ever to get home.
Gradually he realizes that he is on a path instead of simply pushing blind through the underbrush, and almost as soon as he realizes this, he spots a up ahead. His weariness forgotten, he picks up his pace until he is nearly sprinting to the back door of the bar.
He is bloody, battered, and breathless. His clothes are torn, his hair is mussed, there are shadows under his eyes, and a new sword on his hip instead of his customary Navy regulation sabre, but there is a relieved smile on his face when he stumbles through the door, back into Milliways.