[ keith freezes, eyes darting towards the cloaked figure. after everything the druids had done to wipe out the blade of marmora, keith's patience for them had already been at an all-time low. but there's something spine-chilling about this one's voice that raises the fine hairs on the back of keiths neck. familiar. but why would it be when the singular druid he'd ever spoken to is rotting and well accounted for?
as soon as keith's thought it, the illogical nature of the reasoning only makes itself even plainer by the corpse figure ahead of him. there's movement in the corner of his eyes, and instinct makes keith fucking look. it's a mistake because protecting shiro is the priority here, but even as he starts to call out: ]
Shiro, don't listen to that piece of garbage. You're - the fuck?!
[ lotor's once handsome face, now horribly disfigured and deformed rots before his eyes. flesh recedes, bone protrudes and with little warning at all, the floor of lotor's jaw simply drops, leaving a decaying, slimy tongue to hang grotesquely from the opening of lotor's throat. all the while, lotor'yellow, glassy eyes are fixed on keith, narrowed with unmistakable fury as the former emperor lunges with surprising speed.
the gurgling noise he makes while attempting to talk is truly hideous, like something wet and choking out an unintelligible scream. unsure of what exactly he's dealing with, but somehow reluctant to simply stab through their former enemy, keith initially tries to kick the body back.
again, why? what's there to fucking reason with at this point? shouldn't he know by now that there isn't any reasoning with some genocidal maniac, even if the guy probably didn't deserve to die from quintessence poisoning? lotor stumbles, falling back with another terrible gurgling scream. breathing hard, keith takes his eyes off of the thing to look over his shoulder. ]
Shiro!
[ the druid merely laughs, low and cruel in its pleasure. ]
You're only confusing him, Keith. The prisoner knows. He knows there's no escaping the Empire. It's right there, sewn onto his body. It'll be a part of him forever.
kam....
as soon as keith's thought it, the illogical nature of the reasoning only makes itself even plainer by the corpse figure ahead of him. there's movement in the corner of his eyes, and instinct makes keith fucking look. it's a mistake because protecting shiro is the priority here, but even as he starts to call out: ]
Shiro, don't listen to that piece of garbage. You're - the fuck?!
[ lotor's once handsome face, now horribly disfigured and deformed rots before his eyes. flesh recedes, bone protrudes and with little warning at all, the floor of lotor's jaw simply drops, leaving a decaying, slimy tongue to hang grotesquely from the opening of lotor's throat. all the while, lotor'yellow, glassy eyes are fixed on keith, narrowed with unmistakable fury as the former emperor lunges with surprising speed.
the gurgling noise he makes while attempting to talk is truly hideous, like something wet and choking out an unintelligible scream. unsure of what exactly he's dealing with, but somehow reluctant to simply stab through their former enemy, keith initially tries to kick the body back.
again, why? what's there to fucking reason with at this point? shouldn't he know by now that there isn't any reasoning with some genocidal maniac, even if the guy probably didn't deserve to die from quintessence poisoning? lotor stumbles, falling back with another terrible gurgling scream. breathing hard, keith takes his eyes off of the thing to look over his shoulder. ]
Shiro!
[ the druid merely laughs, low and cruel in its pleasure. ]
You're only confusing him, Keith. The prisoner knows. He knows there's no escaping the Empire. It's right there, sewn onto his body. It'll be a part of him forever.