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100words2020-04-16 10:02 am
autumnblossom) wrote in 100words2020-04-16 10:02 am
Entry tags:
Witcher (Video Game): Low
Title: Low
Fandom: The Witcher (Video Game Series)
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for Amnesty Week IX
He didn’t fear anyone. That’s what he told himself to stay alive.
But, gods damn him, he found his legs shaking when the eyes of the Emperor locked onto him. When the bastard stepped forward and forced his chin up, turning his cheek as if he was a whore being inspected, his body quivering. He wasn’t supposed to be afraid, but he was reacting. Being mocked. In his former King’s war chambers, no less.
Humiliated.
“So,” Emhyr addressed him, almost with boredom. “You’re Foltest’s former dog?”
He wanted to lash out. To tear him apart.
Instead, he bowed. Shamed.
“Yes.”
Fandom: The Witcher (Video Game Series)
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for Amnesty Week IX
He didn’t fear anyone. That’s what he told himself to stay alive.
But, gods damn him, he found his legs shaking when the eyes of the Emperor locked onto him. When the bastard stepped forward and forced his chin up, turning his cheek as if he was a whore being inspected, his body quivering. He wasn’t supposed to be afraid, but he was reacting. Being mocked. In his former King’s war chambers, no less.
Humiliated.
“So,” Emhyr addressed him, almost with boredom. “You’re Foltest’s former dog?”
He wanted to lash out. To tear him apart.
Instead, he bowed. Shamed.
“Yes.”