#signspeaker

[moonlitxassassin-m]

“listen, asshole. i’m gonna carry you home whether you like it or not. you’re not in any condition to get there yourself.” ~@signspeaker (exasperated Gren asdfs)

Caring for stubborn muses ☾ @signspeaker ☽ Accepting

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At how tight the binding was around his upper arm, Runaan was honestly surprised he was still able to stand. He tried his best to move it as little as possible, ignoring each and every concerned word from the other, considering it distracting. A dark bruise was nearing his elbow and inching towards his shoulder. He let out an annoyed growl-like sound at Gren’s voice, not bothering to turn and face him. There was nothing he could do to remove it, so how would carrying him help? It wouldn’t stop the pain. His only choice was to simply keep going. 

“I’ll… I’ll be fine,” he managed to say, glaring over his shoulder at him before looking ahead again.

[moonlitxassassin-m]

‘  it’s okay, you put up a good fight. he kicked your ass, but you put up a good fight.  ’ ~@signspeaker

✰ ———  Stranger Things : The Gate ☾ @signspeaker ☽ Accepting

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Failure and guilt. Those were Runaan’s current thoughts as he kept his gaze focused on the stone floor of the prison cell. Yes, he did succeed in the first half of his mission: the death of King Harrow. But the second was left unfinished. The ever-tightening bind around his right arm was a constant reminder of that. As far as he knew, he was as good as dead now. As dead as his fellow assassins which had accompanied him. An unforgivable loss and defeat. Not to mention Rayla refusing to give up the dragon’s egg and essentially betraying him and the others. Still, he hoped no harm had came to her and that she was safe, wherever she was now. 

Regardless of his hidden inner-turmoil, he’d held firm, keeping up the stone-faced front even in the face of the man who imprisoned him. No way he was going to allow himself to been seen as weak or give up anything he didn’t want to give up. 

At the voice coming from the outside, Runaan slowly looked up in the direction of the voice, wincing at the soreness in his neck. He sighed as he recognized it. The other prisoner. A human prisoner who kept on trying to converse with him, only to be met with silence every time. He was persistent, Runnan gave him that, if annoyingly so. Why would a human be so interested in talking to a species they thought of as bloodthirsty monsters? 

Wait… he was praising him? Runaan blinked in shock. 

“…Thank you.”