[ Two things about Tertiary Gwilym; he is always prepared to die, and he has no interest in submitting to the protection of the man who broke him. One in his position can live no other way.
Gale might as well not exist between them, for how Godfrey stares Mystra and her mending face down. He takes no perverse joy in the cloying stink of what he's done, and nor in the rapid erosion of her disgusting facade. He takes it all in, in stolid and stern silence, and he knows that he was right. If she didn't fear him before, she knows now that she should.
And he knows what Gale means to do; keep the peace between his prisoner and his vile wife, that hideous mockery of womanhood. He would have him slink away behind him like a coward. He would have him shut his mouth while they pantomime their pathetic imitation at matrimony.
Gale would have power over him where none exists.
Godfrey watches her, his seafoam eyes clear in the shadow the fluorescent lights draw his face in. With low, meticulous promise, he utters; ]
He cannot stop me forever.
[ Godfrey's hands curl into fists, knuckles hard against the wall, and he lifts his head. ]
Keep me here, and I will remind you why they name you Trembling Ones.
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Gale might as well not exist between them, for how Godfrey stares Mystra and her mending face down. He takes no perverse joy in the cloying stink of what he's done, and nor in the rapid erosion of her disgusting facade. He takes it all in, in stolid and stern silence, and he knows that he was right. If she didn't fear him before, she knows now that she should.
And he knows what Gale means to do; keep the peace between his prisoner and his vile wife, that hideous mockery of womanhood. He would have him slink away behind him like a coward. He would have him shut his mouth while they pantomime their pathetic imitation at matrimony.
Gale would have power over him where none exists.
Godfrey watches her, his seafoam eyes clear in the shadow the fluorescent lights draw his face in. With low, meticulous promise, he utters; ]
He cannot stop me forever.
[ Godfrey's hands curl into fists, knuckles hard against the wall, and he lifts his head. ]
Keep me here, and I will remind you why they name you Trembling Ones.