gabrielsangel: If requests are still going on, any chance I could get Hannibal stealing Will's voice in Palette 30?This is one of my favorite palettes, I've to say.
Will started at the parchment, his name clearly at the base. He reached out to touch it, but it vanished only a moment later. His heart rate sped up, his mind trying to deduce if he'd swam into some sort of trap. Of course, making a deal with the most infamous figure under the sea wasn't the safest of choices, but he'd come too far to turn back now. He turned to speak to the Warlock when a paralyzing sensation filled him, freezing him in midwater. He cursed himself, trying to move his arms, his tail, nothing. Apart from his eyes, he was completely still. This was trap! "Bastard," Will thought. "Of course it was a trap." How could he be so foolish?!
One of the warlock's silky tentacles enclosed around his wrist, stilling him even more as a powerful hand rested upon Will's abdomen, drawing the young merman closer to the Warlock. He tried to pull back, but his body no longer responded to his commands. He felt the smooth skin of the Walock's back against his own. It felt alive, but cool, only a heart beat indicating that the man behind him was alive. He felt the Warlock's cheek against his hair, catching the slightest sound of him inhaling the scent.
"Don't be afraid, Will," his soft voice floated into Will's ear. "It won't hurt."
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Warlock's hand come up to his throat. His fingers just barely touching the skin above Will's Adam's Apple. From the lips next to his ear, Will began to hear a foreign language, words outside of any tongue spoken under the sea. Suddenly, he noticed a warm glow coming from his neck, right beneath Hannibal's fingers. A tingling sensation began as Hannibal's fingers pressed into the skin. The tingling became sharp for a moment, as though a leach had attached itself to Will's neck, sinking it's teeth into the delicate flesh. He breathed sharply as Hannibal pulled his hand away, a cry of pain escaping his mouth...
Or... It should have.
Will's eyes shot open, focused on the sight before him, a small glowing ball of lightly floating delicately in the Warlock's hand. He enclosed his fingers around it and almost instantly, it vanished. Locked away in a place only the darkest magic could reach.
The warlock released him and Will felt the control return to his body, his fingers flying to his neck as he found himself mute, no longer able to make even the smallest of sounds. The Warlock smiled, presenting him with a small vial.
"A fair trade, I think," he said. "Enjoy your legs, dear Will..." He watched the little merman grab the vial, swimming away as quickly as he could.
"While you are able to."
-Gabrielsangel
Nessun commento:
Posta un commento