Guess who's back, back again

*Valentine* · 05-26-2016, 06:37 PM

To say he felt like shit would be an understatement. He felt like death. If a corpse in all its dead and rotting glory still had feeling and it had experienced a few blistering summer days, Valentine reckoned he and the corpse could swap comparably awful “I feel like shit” stories. The King had indeed come close to corpsehood himself. With the help of his son, a loner healer and an unparalleled stubbornness Valentine had pulled through the worst of it. He was a long way from complete recovery, but if he got his way (when exactly didn't he?) in no time at all he would once again sit atop his throne the very picture of vigor and stiff-necked pride.

"Here, Angelus," he rasped. The boy – he wasn't really a boy anymore, was he? - slipped from his side once he recognized that his father was standing stably. The King couldn't remain standing for long. With his eldest son hovering worriedly over him, Valentine swayed and was forced to lean heavily against his beloved tractor. Slowly and then all at once he fell into a seated position and again swayed as fatigue did its best to bring him low. He resisted; his jaw clenching as he remained upright by sheer force of will. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Angelus look him over skeptically.

With piss and vinegar empowering him, Valentine, suddenly and aggressively renewed, threw his head back and howled for his dearest friend. The others by now had surely scattered, but perhaps his partner in crime still lingered.

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