Asha had heard stories about villains growing up, perhaps not Elgar’nan, others that had wreaked havoc on Thedas throughout the years. Some weren’t always straight up villains, sometimes they were stories about genuinely good people doing fucked up shit. There was Anders of course, even her own father. Then there were the villains like Corypheus., and all sorts of people in between the two to varying degrees.
As she thought about all of them, she looked at Elgar’nan and realised, there weren’t really any stories that had prepared her for someone like Elgar’nan. At least, that was how it felt to her. He came across as not just evil, but fifty shades of what the fuck. She flinched as he wiped the tear with his thumb.
When he said he would make her live to regret all the choices that had brought her to him, she couldn’t help but briefly thinking about how many of those choices had been outside her control. Sure it had been her choice to give the shard to Solas, but if it hadn’t been for the veil crashing down and the magic killing her, she never would have had the shard of Mythal to begin with. She’d still just be an ordinary eight-year-old.
She felt anger and fear raging inside of her. She wanted to sob, but she also wanted to be very very angry. Her mind was spinning, how did she answer him, how COULD she answer him. She didn’t want to, but she also didn’t know how. Did she want to die? Fuck no, but would begging really even matter, was it all just some sort of thing where no matter how she answered, she was fucked either way, and if she was going to die any way, did she really want to die begging for her life.
Instead of begging, she suddenly was blinded with red, her body started moving before her brain had even registered that it was. She screamed, she tossed around some rather creative obscenities. She lunged at Elgar’nan, without thought to her physical safety, fists swinging, in the biggest fit of rage the girl had ever been in. Did she expect to overpower Elgar’nan, fuck no, nor did she expect to injure the man, but reason had left the building. She was reduced to a caged and injured animal fighting to stay alive.
As she thought about all of them, she looked at Elgar’nan and realised, there weren’t really any stories that had prepared her for someone like Elgar’nan. At least, that was how it felt to her. He came across as not just evil, but fifty shades of what the fuck. She flinched as he wiped the tear with his thumb.
When he said he would make her live to regret all the choices that had brought her to him, she couldn’t help but briefly thinking about how many of those choices had been outside her control. Sure it had been her choice to give the shard to Solas, but if it hadn’t been for the veil crashing down and the magic killing her, she never would have had the shard of Mythal to begin with. She’d still just be an ordinary eight-year-old.
She felt anger and fear raging inside of her. She wanted to sob, but she also wanted to be very very angry. Her mind was spinning, how did she answer him, how COULD she answer him. She didn’t want to, but she also didn’t know how. Did she want to die? Fuck no, but would begging really even matter, was it all just some sort of thing where no matter how she answered, she was fucked either way, and if she was going to die any way, did she really want to die begging for her life.
Instead of begging, she suddenly was blinded with red, her body started moving before her brain had even registered that it was. She screamed, she tossed around some rather creative obscenities. She lunged at Elgar’nan, without thought to her physical safety, fists swinging, in the biggest fit of rage the girl had ever been in. Did she expect to overpower Elgar’nan, fuck no, nor did she expect to injure the man, but reason had left the building. She was reduced to a caged and injured animal fighting to stay alive.
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