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Heavy footsteps landed in rapid succession against the floor, so many doctors tried to stop the hulking figure in dark dented and ripped armour who was practically storming through the hallways like he has somebody to collect money from. And honestly that wouldn’t be all that surprising, Silent Salt had definitely lent some money to people during his time as a Virtue but those people were definitely long dead by now.
”Silent Salt Cookie.” A deep, almost rough voice calls from behind him.
The Beast pauses, taking his first actually calm breath since his own awakening after the final battle. He ever so slightly looks over at his shoulder at Dark Cacao Cookie. The man is just as injured as him, maybe even slightly worse as he’s not completely covered in armour so the heavy hits weren’t as dampened.
Whatever, that’s not his focus right now. Because he’s too angry— at himself, at that crumbled witch, at the rest of the ancients.
His hand shoots out, yanking the younger man forward, his cracked armour head revealing one dull purple eye full of rage.
”Where is White Lily?” Silent Salt asks. Trying to dampen his anger so he doesn’t make a scene in the middle of a very busy hospital that was dealing with the horrific aftermath of Dark Enchantress’ war. Even if it was not that long of a war, it’s had a huge impact on general society.
”You are also injured—“ Dark Cacao starts.
”Where.” Silent Salt snaps, dragging the ancient closer. He wants to shout and demand answers but he can’t.
”Room 107.”
Silent Salt’s head whips around.
Golden Cheese is stood behind the pair, one wing bent at an awkward angle from the fight. While she’s still conflicted about her own feelings towards White Lily, she won’t stop Silent Salt from seeing her. After all, the two are married, it would be almost cruel to keep them apart.
Even if she’s still bitter about everything. Especially White Lily getting married without a word to any of them but that was never her choice so she has to respect it. Even if it hurt a little.
”Thank you.” The beast sighs, letting Dark Cacao go. He didn’t waste another breath on words, instead just stormed past the winged ancient to go find his wife.
Some moments of tense silence stretched between the two left behind. Golden Cheese looks over at her fellow ancient, her gaze soft and sympathetic. “He’s just worried, you can’t really blame him.”
Dark Cacao nodded. Everybody was under a lot of stress, even he was. The news of his son returning home had reached him two days ago and he wishes to return home, but he’s not cleared by the medical team so he has to stay in this hospital. “I’m aware.”
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The door was practically torn off its hinges as Silent Salt opens the door, his breathing heavy as he tears his helmet off. Letting the ruined helmet fall to the floor.
”My love,” he muttered as he reaches the bed, taking White Lily’s hand into his own. Bringing her hand to his scarred lips.
White Lily just barely opened her eyes, everything blurry and hearing ringing loudly, muffling all sound around her. The war left her damaged and battered, she’d almost died during that final fight. Her body is bruised and scarred, and she’ll probably be in pain for the rest of her life. “Salt..?”
”I’m here,” He answers, dragging a nearby chair to the side of the bed. “I can take you home soon.”
Home. What the fuck even remained of everybody’s home? Every kingdom was in disarray, in ruin to a degree. Everything needed some degree of repair because Dark Enchantress’ monster army was nothing like anybody had expected. Months of repairs were going to be necessary, unavoidable. Every coin was going towards the repairs of the cities and kingdoms that were ruined by the war.
”Home?” White Lily asks.
”The Faerie Kingdom,” Silent Salt answers. It was the one kingdom mostly left untouched, of course there was damage, something that needs repairing. But White Lily is the Queen of that kingdom, and the kingdom needs their Queen, Mercurial Knight cannot keep the kingdom under control forever. “… When you are healed, I’ll take you home.” He promises quietly, squeezing his wife’s hand tightly.