Minutes tick past. Lea can't keep track of them, though he tries; there are no time pieces here, save for the steady gallop of his heart in his chest, and no windows to look for the Light. He could have been here for hardly any time at all, or it could be nightfall by now--really, it's impossible to tell. Lea guesses it's been somewhere around ten minutes, for the sake of having some sort of assumption at all--time enough to have surely at least found Aurora, right? Maybe they've even started talking. How long could the conversation take, anyway? Is she going to trust them?
He hopes so. Her life--and possibly his life--depend on it. Maybe everyone's lives hang in the balance here, if keeping the Princesses safe really is so vital to protecting the worlds. There's too damn much at stake.
By the time Maleficent deigns to come see him, Lea has settled in to just think. He's eaten--not much, but some, enough for Maleficent's purposes--a bit, and watched the strange goblin-creature scuttle around the room until it's clear he's (probably) not going to need to fight it, and there's really nothing to do but dwell on things he doesn't want or need to dwell on. Things like how credulous Maleficent and Aurora alike might be, and how much harder it is to act convincingly with a heart. Things like Darkness and dragons and Hellfire, and what miniscule scraps he knows about fairies in general and Maleficent in particular. This is one mission he feels woefully unprepared for.....
Fire. Lea senses it before he sees it, hears a sharp crackle and pulls in a deep breath of brimstone even as he lifts his head to look. At least Maleficent knows how to travel in style, huh? It's a ridiculous thought, but it helps Lea return Maleficent's smile, light and easy. He stands immediately, ducking his head--somehow, Lea feels sure that someone like him attempting a proper formal bow would come off as entirely disrespectful no matter what he did. He's not much good for court manners..... "No, no, not at all. I'm sure you're busy."
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He hopes so. Her life--and possibly his life--depend on it. Maybe everyone's lives hang in the balance here, if keeping the Princesses safe really is so vital to protecting the worlds. There's too damn much at stake.
By the time Maleficent deigns to come see him, Lea has settled in to just think. He's eaten--not much, but some, enough for Maleficent's purposes--a bit, and watched the strange goblin-creature scuttle around the room until it's clear he's (probably) not going to need to fight it, and there's really nothing to do but dwell on things he doesn't want or need to dwell on. Things like how credulous Maleficent and Aurora alike might be, and how much harder it is to act convincingly with a heart. Things like Darkness and dragons and Hellfire, and what miniscule scraps he knows about fairies in general and Maleficent in particular. This is one mission he feels woefully unprepared for.....
Fire. Lea senses it before he sees it, hears a sharp crackle and pulls in a deep breath of brimstone even as he lifts his head to look. At least Maleficent knows how to travel in style, huh? It's a ridiculous thought, but it helps Lea return Maleficent's smile, light and easy. He stands immediately, ducking his head--somehow, Lea feels sure that someone like him attempting a proper formal bow would come off as entirely disrespectful no matter what he did. He's not much good for court manners..... "No, no, not at all. I'm sure you're busy."