06-11-2018, 03:59 PM
"Bravery is being the only one who knows you are afraid."
About one thing she is right. His world now does center around her. Not out of devotion, but sprouted out of fear. Hiroto had been most vulnerable when she found him. Back then he hadn’t been able to get up, not until the black demon had come along. Her aura of fear had pushed an amount of adrenaline into his system that would make every wounded horse stand up, the instinct to flee stronger than anything else.
Of course, it had been of no use. Before he had even thought of running, she had already made very clear that doing so would lead him to a fate that was even worse than the one he would meet when he surrendered. In his weakened, broken and disoriented state it had been the only option.
And underneath that all, there lies his desire to belong. Back then he was not ready to admit it – he still is not yet ready – but having not known any other life, Hiroto is prone to shine as part of something.
Her words have startled him. Enough to make him flinch and drop his pale head towards the ground, honey eyes only meeting the pools of hell that are hers before casting his gaze down again. He chokes on his breath as she draws nearer, her aura growing impossible larger. It makes Hiroto cower, trying to make himself as small as possible as his entire pale golden and red frame is trembling. He is not able to find his voice, and thus settles for the best next option: shaking his head as to tell her he wouldn’t cross her. How could he? Her aura made it look like crossing her was the worst thing he could do in his life, ever.
A soft cry leaves his lips, and red blood soon trails down his pale coat in high contrast. He is soon to bite back the sound, his ears pressed back against his neck in distress. The physically ‘touch’ is enough to make him speak up. “I won’t” he stutters out, pleading, shaking his head as he searches her gaze desperately, only to find he is not able to hold it once he does.
Hiroto is simply too weak to fight her. Her aura, and his current state, are enough to force him into following her blindly.
For now.
Of course, it had been of no use. Before he had even thought of running, she had already made very clear that doing so would lead him to a fate that was even worse than the one he would meet when he surrendered. In his weakened, broken and disoriented state it had been the only option.
And underneath that all, there lies his desire to belong. Back then he was not ready to admit it – he still is not yet ready – but having not known any other life, Hiroto is prone to shine as part of something.
Her words have startled him. Enough to make him flinch and drop his pale head towards the ground, honey eyes only meeting the pools of hell that are hers before casting his gaze down again. He chokes on his breath as she draws nearer, her aura growing impossible larger. It makes Hiroto cower, trying to make himself as small as possible as his entire pale golden and red frame is trembling. He is not able to find his voice, and thus settles for the best next option: shaking his head as to tell her he wouldn’t cross her. How could he? Her aura made it look like crossing her was the worst thing he could do in his life, ever.
A soft cry leaves his lips, and red blood soon trails down his pale coat in high contrast. He is soon to bite back the sound, his ears pressed back against his neck in distress. The physically ‘touch’ is enough to make him speak up. “I won’t” he stutters out, pleading, shaking his head as he searches her gaze desperately, only to find he is not able to hold it once he does.
Hiroto is simply too weak to fight her. Her aura, and his current state, are enough to force him into following her blindly.
For now.
@[Astarael]