Also WIP: Whumpbois Diaval
He hesitates for a long second, silently willing her to crack. One flicker of pain in her eyes, one hint of regret, and he’ll crumble. He knows it. But her face is unreadable and cold, and he cannot take it a moment longer.
Into a raven, he thinks, because it’s the first thing that comes to mind. He begins to shrink immediately, and scrambles to catch the stone in his talon.
“Diaval?” As always, he’s helpless to do anything but listen to her, a hint of hope crawling up in his chest. Perhaps, just perhaps- “Do take care of that stone. It’s tied to you, so if someone else was to take it from you, they’d be able to control you as-” As I have for so many years. This, she does not say. “Protect it,” she says instead.