( homeless submissive children. that's how they chose to word it, and that's exactly what convinced allura to come to this event, despite having no real interest in the workings of this place. she realizes her misconception soon enough, being part of a sort of slave auction, a contender to claim one of the so called children. chills run down her spine, and she's well on her way to way to tailing out of there, but the shock of white hair keeps her cemented firmly in place. it's barely in her line of vision, a ghost of a something and a ghost of a someone, a trailing memory that's far more fearful than any embarrassment held in the hands of this event.
she makes her way to the claiming. she elbows people if she has to. she forfeits the scraps of paper in favor of pointing at lotor from a decided distance away, jaw clenched in evident strain. i'll take that one.
which is well and good, but she didn't actually come up with a plan for what to do with him once he's ushered out and towards her. taking him seemed like the obvious choice to spare someone else the headache, but now she - what? has a submissive, and a man she used to fall for, who she now only remembers as the torturer to their people? )
Do not act civil with me.
( spat out, venom on her tongue. she collects a drink from a passing waiter and throws it back, eyebrows knitted in thought. )
the key to hearts.
she makes her way to the claiming. she elbows people if she has to. she forfeits the scraps of paper in favor of pointing at lotor from a decided distance away, jaw clenched in evident strain. i'll take that one.
which is well and good, but she didn't actually come up with a plan for what to do with him once he's ushered out and towards her. taking him seemed like the obvious choice to spare someone else the headache, but now she - what? has a submissive, and a man she used to fall for, who she now only remembers as the torturer to their people? )
Do not act civil with me.
( spat out, venom on her tongue. she collects a drink from a passing waiter and throws it back, eyebrows knitted in thought. )