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[ it had been five days full of nothing but silently following robert along, knowing their path yet allowing the younger boy to take the lead due to his mood. who could blame him, though? he was already well aware of robert and annabelle having a close-knit relationship, one that nobody (not even himself) could wiggle their way into. despite being quite inept to the full extent of the bond the two siblings had, he was perceptive enough to realize that their parting had been quite different than their usual. this is why he ceased the typical banter he always initiated, whether it be with good intent or not.

when robert had finally spoken and begun to say more than a discussion of their plans, he knew that his neighboring prince had begun to settle back into place. dare he say it was a comfort of sorts, despite being the one that needed to be extra strong and encouraging. and with that hurtle behind them, the elder of the two moved to his rightful position once more: on robert's left side, striding next to him as if they're simply taking a walk and nothing more. he subtly kept his pace slower than usual as to not pass the boy, using the map robert had previously pilfered from the archives as a silent excuse to keep their position leveled and even, as they had finally reached territory that both of them weren't completely familiar with.

keeps to their comfortable silent for a while longer. stops in his tracks when a thought hits him and pauses. face is rather straight as he says: ]

I'm hungry.

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[ it's been a difficult five days, each day more difficult than the last on account of the knowledge that every step was taking him further away from the castle (annabelle). against his will, he finds himself replaying the farewell over & over in his mind, unable to shake the worry that has plagued him ever since his first intake of breath of the outside. the only point of pride is that he hasn't looked behind him once since the journey had begun, fully intent on completing their quest at a timely pace such that he may return all the sooner. still, it takes him most of the first three days to speak more than a handful of words & one more to steadily push himself back to baseline. even five days in, he finds his mind wandering -- thinking. not thinking. remembering. dazing.

but he does snap out of the reverie when riku's voice echoes off his eardrums, snapping the entirety of his attention on the other prince. gives him a long look, then unhooks the bag slung over his shoulder to offer in riku's direction. ]

You have a choice between dried bread, dry crackers, dried fruit, or jerky.

couple of weeks later...

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[ it's a gradual thing, something that begins in the middle of the night that eventually find completion before dawn. his body is edging closer & closer to the only warmth he is able to find in his unconscious state (that being riku). there are nonsense words being mumbled under his breath throughout the entire process as he shifts around during his slumber, eyes fluttering as he dreams off & on of a brother. of safety. of endless food. by the end of it, he's curled right up against riku, his forehead pressed against the side of a thigh. stays like that for a while longer before his arms wiggle out from under the blankets to wrap themselves around riku's legs.

wiggles a bit to settle himself into a comfortable position, pressing himself as close as possible as he murmurs a single phrase, spoken almost too softly to be picked up: ]

. . . I'm sorry.

weeks into their town-hopping...

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[ if he's being optimistic, he'd say that they were having little luck. it's more realistic to say to say that they had absolutely no leads, even weeks later. the hunger situation isn't as severe anymore, not with them hopping between towns; he's gotten used to surviving on rations for small days at a time. but with towns had come the important middle ground of their journey -- information seeking. he'd kept his hopes as low as he could, mentally prepared for a long hurdle through rumours and lacking intel. but to have absolutely nothing?

the thought makes him snarl a quiet profanity under his breath while slicing through one of the lower branches jutting out from a tree. the force behind his violence leaves his arm feeling a little shaky, forcing him to switch the blade into his left hand so that he can shake out his abused right. doesn't even spare a glance at riku, knowing himself to be far too irritable to hold a proper conversation; stomps on ahead in moody silence, hoping the other prince would get the hint & leave him to sulk for a little while longer. ]