#strikora

         his wrists are beginning to ache, bruising already apparent from where he has tried to pull FREE. logic tells him he cannot break metal with his sheer will and brute force. emotion tells him he has to try. he can take the BEATINGS on himself, he can take just about anything. but if something happens to her...just the thought of it makes him want to panic. he cannot watch someone he loves die. not again. he would sooner take a death by a thousand cuts than see them touch a single hair on her head. so he pulls again, jaw clenching as he tries to get his hands free of the restrains they put him in. he contemplates breaking bones, knows if he can injure his thumb just right maybe it will work. a small price to pay for keeping her SAFE.  “  raven—  ”  voice is thick, gaze strained on the woman before him, blood still coating his lips. he doesn’t even know what he is trying to tell her. just that he wants to keep her safe and he can’t. 

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feminine voice cuts through his fevered dreams, eyes blinking open and squinting up at a BLURRY outline. it takes a moment for her to come in focus. confusion floods through the king, brows screwed together.  “  jok—?  ”  staring up at the skaigada he doesn’t completely hear or comprehend her words. his fogged mind takes a few moments to focus before he can speak in her language.  “  what’re you doing here?  ”   //  (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ @strikora

          he is still growing ACCUSTOMED to it, to having someone again. loneliness long ago became as natural to him as the blood which flows through his veins. he knows there is something deeply wrong about that, but it is just how his life was for so long. a part of him is expecting something to happen which will take raven away from him. that’s always how it goes, isn’t it?  and yet, the seeming impending doom hasn’t come. he wakes and she is still here, still content to not just share quarters with him, but share a bed, share a companionship he honestly believed he would never be granted. it’s the only comfort there is when his nights are INTERRUPTED by haunting dreams. this seems to be one of those. he finds himself startled awake, heart pounding and breath ragged as he desperately tries to forget the images his mind created. roan turns his head to look over at the sleeping woman beside him, grounding him to reality, taking him away from the PAST.  it’s some sort of impulse, leaning forward to caress her forehead and then brush his lips over hers a moment. an exhale. this is real… “  sorry— ”  he mumbles when she begins to stir. // @strikora