Schörl's words scraped nerves already wound raw by face alone; the blond had no extra energy to put towards defending himself from the silky, spiderine way the General spoke to him nor the things she said. Choices, but no choice at all and well she knows it. Pain we can bear but not on account of another.
Demoralized badly and unsteady of limb, Aegir would drop beside Thyrmr and weakly pull the pretty senshi of Southern Lights into his arms as Schörl had instructed - he'd wanted to, but not like this, not with her watching...not as part of her guidance and will - and pressed a kiss to the shock-white hair while looking up at the General that still haunted his nightmares. "It will be alright."
Some spark inside still believed that, even. But against Schörl he could not fight properly, she outranked them both and was both more cunning and sadistic than Aegir could handle - everything about the flame-eyed General screamed bow before me.
And with someone's life in the balance other than his own, how could he not comply?
kuropeco
ivynian
