06-19-2018, 03:04 PM
"Bravery is being the only one who knows you are afraid."
Her aura is the most horrible thing he has ever experienced. Or, that is what his heart tells him, as he cowers from her. Like this, with Hiroto making himself as small as possible while standing, she towers over him. His mind knows that nothing compares to the loss of his Goddess, and he mourns his loss, but it is a battle his mind does not win, as his heart is being manipulated.
In all really, he probably would’ve followed her along if she had just asked him to. His fall into this realm had broken him, both physical and mentally, and he would’ve fallen into her trap just as easily. Except, perhaps, he might had been much more likely to rebel.
Now the pale cremello only drops his head further, stilling completely as her wing’s claw digs further into his flesh. Pulling away would be fruitless and foolish. He does neither deny, nor confirm her words, keeping his honeyed gaze down as he submits to her. Hiroto, too, allows her to kiss and lick his brow, his head slightly tilting into the touch that has his fluffy ears twitching. He would take the small act of kindness, even if it was fake.
“H-how.. How can I serve.. You’re majesty?” His voice is soft and hoarse, he even has to start over as his voice fails him the first time he tried to answer. He does not have a choice, knowing damn well when, and when not, to actually use his voice. Even if he dreads the answer.
In all really, he probably would’ve followed her along if she had just asked him to. His fall into this realm had broken him, both physical and mentally, and he would’ve fallen into her trap just as easily. Except, perhaps, he might had been much more likely to rebel.
Now the pale cremello only drops his head further, stilling completely as her wing’s claw digs further into his flesh. Pulling away would be fruitless and foolish. He does neither deny, nor confirm her words, keeping his honeyed gaze down as he submits to her. Hiroto, too, allows her to kiss and lick his brow, his head slightly tilting into the touch that has his fluffy ears twitching. He would take the small act of kindness, even if it was fake.
“H-how.. How can I serve.. You’re majesty?” His voice is soft and hoarse, he even has to start over as his voice fails him the first time he tried to answer. He does not have a choice, knowing damn well when, and when not, to actually use his voice. Even if he dreads the answer.
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