Hellelil and Hildebrand
historical prisoner/gaoler lestappen abo - 17k | E
An omega was walking down the winding stairs. Heavy iron shackles bound his wrists together, a lone chain trailing on the ground behind him. It clanked and clattered loudly against the stone stairs. He wore a deep blue gown with long sleeves and a silver chain cinching tight around his waist. The omega had hair the colour of honey that curled around his ears and at the nape of his neck. His eyes were slim and bright blue, framed with long dark lashes that brushed the tops of his cheeks. Charles steeled himself. His scent was intoxicating, sweet and summery, so wrong for the gloom of Salzburg. It felt like Charles had just taken a bite of a ripe fruit, the juice dripping down his chin and all over his fingers. Charles inhaled sharply, trying to brush the sticky feeling from his body. The omega startled a little when he saw Charles, recoiling against the far wall. Charles bowed his head. Ā -- Hellelil sitteth in bower there / None knows my grief but God alone / And seweth at the seam so fair / I never wail my sorrow to any other one. -- Or: Lady Max is Ferrari's prisoner following their annihaltion of Red Bull. Ser Charles Leclerc is his gaoler.
