Caged ||Maleficent and Diaval
quoeththeraven:
Diaval hardly cared about the human given the fact that he’d been about to kill him. The man’s screams were disconcerting, but the raven didn’t mind for once. Where he was usually Maleficent’s conscience, this time he kept his beak closed.
The sound of her voice, the sight of her horns and giant wings, they instantly calmed him. He was safe. It didn’t matter what else happened. He was safe.
“Too much,” he uttered. “Tryin’ not to think about it.”
He fell forward as his bonds were released, not even bothering to try and pull himself up. Everything hurt, and thanks to the now dead guard, his ears were once again ringing.
“I didn’t… tell ‘em anythin’,” he murmured, relieved for the release of his arms. His wrists were bruised and bloody from the pressure of the manacles, and he couldn’t help wincing. Every breath made his broken ribs twinge.
Maleficent caught Diaval in her arms, and he felt small. She had always been an imposing creature, so beings seeming smaller than her had never been something new. But with Diaval so weak and frail that he couldn’t even hold himself upright felt too unnatural to be real. The coldness of her heart cracked and she swore that every man, woman, and child of this wretched kingdom would know never to cross her or her own again.
“I know you wouldn’t, Diaval. Not a day has that ever crossed my mind that you would betray my trust.”
Carefully, Maleficent’s arms wrapped around Diaval and she cradled him as she took to her feet. Carrying him wouldn’t have been difficult on a normal day, but his brittle bones and open wounds made caution necessary. She thought about changing him back into a raven for the transportation back to their home land, but decided against it. It would have been too big a risk. Not even magic could mend some of these wounds.
“Rest now, pretty bird. No one can harm you now.”
