Liam
I just want one more chance
He fought. That was about all he could say. It wasn't particularly good fighting, and later - if there was a later - he would look back on all of his mistakes and wince. But for now, there was only her arm around his throat, the restriction of air to his rapidly panicking brain, and the heat of her outer arm when he scrambled for purchase. Ignoring the pain, he tried to grab her arm anyway, searing his palms until he jerked them away, blisters already rising even as his vision dimmed.
He couldn't breathe. And without air, he was going to pass out. And when he passed out, the woman was going to be able to do whatever she wanted - kill him, or take him to Stormbreak, or gods only knew what else - and he'd be able to do absolutely nothing to stop her.
His last thought, before he succumbed, was of Maea.
fin
He couldn't breathe. And without air, he was going to pass out. And when he passed out, the woman was going to be able to do whatever she wanted - kill him, or take him to Stormbreak, or gods only knew what else - and he'd be able to do absolutely nothing to stop her.
His last thought, before he succumbed, was of Maea.
fin
To put my arms in fragile hands
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