Watching Another Prisoner.
May 25, 2013 9:19:28 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on May 25, 2013 9:19:28 GMT -5
Aixa nodded meekly. Under normal circumstances he would have been miffed that his cover had been blown so easily, but this wasn’t a normal circumstance. “I’m a djinn, too,” he said, nearly withering under the pale-eyed gaze of the Ifrit. Mattie seemed not to pick up on Aixa’s rather deafening uncomfortable posture. Just as well, because Aixa was pretending to be brave. “Y-you don’t have to hurt him,” Aixa said, staring at Iblîs. “He doesn’t know anything. So there isn’t a point,” he pointed out hopefully.
Iblîs’ fingers twitched and Aixa shut his mouth, crumpling into the corner. A pale green mist wrapped itself around Aixa’s throat as Iblîs watched Mattie, expressionless. The human was pretending to act chipper. It would be fun, then, to break his confidence. To crush his trust in Blue. Iblîs’ lips broke into a feral smile as Mattie told him he needed something.
A hat? How pathetically sentimental. His fingers brushed against the fob watch, tucked away under his shirt. It was a steady weight against his chest, and Iblîs refused to acknowledge its sentimental value resolutely. It wasn’t like he was in love with that damnable Time Lord. He watched the human grip the hat anxiously, and the smile widened.
“Good,” Iblîs said, the pale green mist slithering from Aixa to Mattie, crawling up Mattie’s body and entering through the nostrils. A fierce push against the tumor, and Iblîs pushed the human forwards. The outside of the prison room morphed, from a dark hallway to another room. The room was small and dark. Ash was scattered on the ground, a smokeless fire burning in the corner. There was a chair in another corner.
“Sit.”
Iblîs’ fingers twitched and Aixa shut his mouth, crumpling into the corner. A pale green mist wrapped itself around Aixa’s throat as Iblîs watched Mattie, expressionless. The human was pretending to act chipper. It would be fun, then, to break his confidence. To crush his trust in Blue. Iblîs’ lips broke into a feral smile as Mattie told him he needed something.
A hat? How pathetically sentimental. His fingers brushed against the fob watch, tucked away under his shirt. It was a steady weight against his chest, and Iblîs refused to acknowledge its sentimental value resolutely. It wasn’t like he was in love with that damnable Time Lord. He watched the human grip the hat anxiously, and the smile widened.
“Good,” Iblîs said, the pale green mist slithering from Aixa to Mattie, crawling up Mattie’s body and entering through the nostrils. A fierce push against the tumor, and Iblîs pushed the human forwards. The outside of the prison room morphed, from a dark hallway to another room. The room was small and dark. Ash was scattered on the ground, a smokeless fire burning in the corner. There was a chair in another corner.
“Sit.”