The Nightmare Heart's wrenching and pulsing would not break loose of the cling of Void alone. Without the vessel and the Ritual it is immobile, vulnerable - it can do nothing but demand of the vessel, and the vessel does not move.
Slowly, the beating of the Heart retreats. And Grimm stays still.
Still. Even as the Void's clutches pull him closer to those pale eyes. Grimm softly lolls forward, like a doll. His eyes are open, but he won't look. He allows the Lord of Shades to hold and examine.
It is when things settle - when the Heart reluctantly, anxiously beats to a slower rhythm, and his captor is convinced he is done, that Grimm dares to tilt his head just slightly, and angles a curious, squinting glance up at the Lord of Shades. Like a bug peering cautiously up at a too-bright lamp.
He hangs in their grip, quiet and deliberate, and watches up at them deferentially to see their verdict.
no subject
Slowly, the beating of the Heart retreats. And Grimm stays still.
Still. Even as the Void's clutches pull him closer to those pale eyes. Grimm softly lolls forward, like a doll. His eyes are open, but he won't look. He allows the Lord of Shades to hold and examine.
It is when things settle - when the Heart reluctantly, anxiously beats to a slower rhythm, and his captor is convinced he is done, that Grimm dares to tilt his head just slightly, and angles a curious, squinting glance up at the Lord of Shades. Like a bug peering cautiously up at a too-bright lamp.
He hangs in their grip, quiet and deliberate, and watches up at them deferentially to see their verdict.
Troupe Master Grimm has decided to yield.