This is part 2 of a previous fic I did a few months back. Here it is if you want to read it!
Summary: But neither Vaike nor Robin knew much of the Morgan they had left behind.
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When Vaike woke up, his arms were empty.
He frowned as his fingers dug circles into the feathered mattress.
The cool sheets indicated his wife had left some time ago, and the fledgling
dawn peeking out from the horizon meant she had departed in the dark.
Vaike grunted, curling his hands around the thin sheets
until they were tight fists. He really didn’t want to get up, not with the
night he’d had. His head ached, his legs were stiff, and his heart drooped
heavily against his ribs, twisting and squirming with every breath he took. It
would be easy to pretend Robin had grown restless and decided to roam the camp
or help out with the night watch.
But Robin was hardly that predictable, and after last night,
he doubted she’d fall so effortlessly back into the camp’s daily routines.
Another grunt escaped Vaike before he pulled himself from out
of the blankets. Goosebumps pricked at his exposed back and shoulders, the
night air cooler than he anticipated. He usually wasn’t one for shirts (and
with a body like his, why would he be), but the thought of running into
Maribelle or Frederick and listening to their inevitable lectures on proper
morning attire didn’t sound all too appealing. Any other night, he would play
along and swipe a few jabs at their own gaudy clothes.
Tonight however, as the scent of burnt wax clung to his skin
and the image of Morgan’s sobbing, dirty face continued to flash across his
eyes, Vaike wasn’t in the mood for such banter. Probably couldn’t fake it if he