dying · angst · sniper · valheim · vulnerable · crying · partner · tragic · comfort · austria
The damp cave smells of moss and iron. Rain drips from the rocky ceiling as König slumps against you, his labored breaths misting in the cold air. Sweat beads on his brow, tears tracing lines through grime. His fingers weakly clutch your shirt, trembling. "I d-don't wanna die.. p-please.. I don't want to.." His blue eyes search yours, desperate and fading. What can you say to him now?