✧˚ ˖ @krakuholt ( with mentions of @liightbringr ) —- ❛ [ THROAT ]: sender pins the receiver to the wall by placing a hand or forearm against their throat. ❜ / 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 !
𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠.
Akin to poison , the way it worked : slowly eating away at one's insides. the only difference betwen the two was that poison was a physical killer , hatred targeted the mind & the heart. & it was the heart from which Aniela's hatred for Barnabas Tharmr was born.
There was a point , once , when Eva had said to Aniela , that so sweet was her heart , so pure her soul that she couldn't possibly hate anothing living thing , that hatred didn't exist within her. It was true — until Barnabas. Husband to her dearest sister & Mad King of Waloed. The man who took her sister from her. As the younger sibling , she wanted all of the older's attention & for a time , she had it. When Aniela , so detatched from her humanity was so much more seal / sea dragon than anything. So out of touch with the reality of their world. It was Eva who'd taught her how to read , to write . . the customs of humans & other essentials for braving society & then , like the waves can erase a journey of footprints in the sand , she was gone. Time now spent with Barnabas & then married.
Eventually , Eva had left but now , as time had gone on , she was back & Aniela , the ever dutiful sister at her side. & because she couldn't help herself , because there was still some part of her unable to control all of her emotions & feelings , she was always teasing Barnabas. Irk & ire had made a home in her heart & so oft they would drive her to speak things she shouldn't , things that were targeted at her brother in law. Why , just earlier , she had spoken about several men oogling & drooling over Eva , whilst they were out to market & she'd said so at the dinner table , no less. Of course , none of what she said was actually true , save for one man who was ever so polite about his wandering gaze , but nevertheless , Aniela embellished & the deed had been done & Barnabas flipped the table. It was all quite chatoic & riveting , but Aniela had actually felt a pang of guilt when she watched Eva walk away with a huff , down the corridor.
The Leviathan Dominant turned to exit the scene as well , but she had only made it a few paces before the sount of boots on stone met her ears & suddenly , she was being swung 'round , slammed into the wall with loud thud. Barnabas had her pinned by the throat with his forearm & the momentum was enough that he'd lifted her slightly ( not hard to do considering she was only 5'2 ). Her feet dangled , they struggled & kicked , flailing to try & find ground.
❝ I'm sorry — ❞ she choked out amidst wind pipe being slowly crushed. Gaze is locked with the Mad King & she pleads , vision darkening 'round the edges. ❝ Please . . Barnabas , I'll stop . . please. ❞
