"Don't you dare do a thing to him!" Donnie growls, unable to sit silently when his friend is being threatened. He strains against the ropes again, baring teeth like he'd bite if Grusa was in range, and knowing softshells, probably would.
Truth is, he's scared. What Grusa threatens are what he treasures most, the bonds he has with those whom he would do anything for. Who he's always sought to please, to protect, to help-
Oh, he doesn't like where this is going. He freezes again when his name is spoken again, even as claws dig into the arm of the chair his hands are bound to.
The voice in his head that isn't his is there again, almost overwhelming to try and balance the two conversations when this situation is spinning so wildly out of control. He feels an all too familiar, frustrating prickling in his eyes, and all he wants to do is curl up and hide and wait for everything to be over. But this isn't the ship and he isn't anywhere with his family, and he's the only one here for Rock, he can't withdraw, he can't try shutting things out.
The look he turns towards Tezca could almost be mistaken for a glare, eyes slightly glossy from the tears Donnie refuses to let fall.
Please....
He...doesn't know if he can really trust anyone connected to the fae. He doesn't know how anything is going to happen but whatever is, with Grusa involved, he's certain it won't be pleasant. But there are disagreements between even the fae, and no love lost between those who have been made to serve not of their choosing.
It's terrifying placing your trust in a complete stranger, but Donnie has no one else here aside from Rock whom he can turn to.
The look he turns back towards Grusa is a baleful one that would guarantee an entire nuclear onslaught on a single person's face if he allowed himself to go all out. If he thought that such things would damage a fae. But no. Going against a fae means for subtlety. Although exploding their sorry carcass after would be so satisfying.
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Date: 2025-06-21 04:59 pm (UTC)Truth is, he's scared. What Grusa threatens are what he treasures most, the bonds he has with those whom he would do anything for. Who he's always sought to please, to protect, to help-
Oh, he doesn't like where this is going. He freezes again when his name is spoken again, even as claws dig into the arm of the chair his hands are bound to.
The voice in his head that isn't his is there again, almost overwhelming to try and balance the two conversations when this situation is spinning so wildly out of control. He feels an all too familiar, frustrating prickling in his eyes, and all he wants to do is curl up and hide and wait for everything to be over. But this isn't the ship and he isn't anywhere with his family, and he's the only one here for Rock, he can't withdraw, he can't try shutting things out.
The look he turns towards Tezca could almost be mistaken for a glare, eyes slightly glossy from the tears Donnie refuses to let fall.
Please....
He...doesn't know if he can really trust anyone connected to the fae. He doesn't know how anything is going to happen but whatever is, with Grusa involved, he's certain it won't be pleasant. But there are disagreements between even the fae, and no love lost between those who have been made to serve not of their choosing.
It's terrifying placing your trust in a complete stranger, but Donnie has no one else here aside from Rock whom he can turn to.
The look he turns back towards Grusa is a baleful one that would guarantee an entire nuclear onslaught on a single person's face if he allowed himself to go all out. If he thought that such things would damage a fae. But no. Going against a fae means for subtlety. Although exploding their sorry carcass after would be so satisfying.