the glowstick that just don't learn how to glow

It was the silence that was suffocating, legs refusing to move, trapped there by his own body that rejected any command to run, flee, escape to safety. And then it was far too late, feeling that rumbling snarl in the pit of his stomach before it ripped from the giant silver brute's throat. This is what choking on fear felt like, airway tight and unable to pull in enough as a lumbering shadow slowly blotted out the forest above him. His chest heaved and he felt like he would genuinely be sick, just laying there as claws slowly raked through the fur on his back. Pads dragging at fur and claws touching skin and only deepening the terror that felt like it was going kill to kill him.

”You took your allowance to sleep away from my side for granted, Sugusik.” The words were whispered but held danger, something that wormed its way into his head and made the fear so much more palpable. The small slave didn't dare open his mouth, not when it felt like there was more yet to be said. Usually he wouldn't mind simply speaking whatever he thought, but words couldn't be forced past the lump in his throat. Sugusik had taken advantage of finally being allowed to sleep on his own, away from the hulking frame of the other. Making his move in the dead of night and running till he was physically ill. Body demanding rest. It got him nowhere, not if his situation was anything to go by. ”You ran from me when I was so good to you. Guess I need to clip your wings, little mouse.” It was those words paired with one of those massive paws settling over his own leg that stirred him to respond, the way Bahamut could simply step down and shatter it was so very clear and Sugusik could see it in his mind.

"Please, please i was so fucking stupid for taking advantage of such a gift, such a kindness from you." His words bubbling up finally, self preservation and a need to protect himself from pain bundling up into a pleading tone. Willing to belittle and drag himself down to save himself. He was so pathetic. "I know I deserve it, any punishment or wound but that one, it would make me a burden, I don't want to be a burden to you. I can be better, i promise!" His voice rising in pitch and desperation, tears welling up in maroon eyes as he tilted his chin up to finally look up at Bahamut above him. An ant before a monolith. His chest heaving for air and body trembling, he didn't dare move the trapped leg though, relying on the mercy of a monster.

"speech"

’thought’

’other's speech’