The Roots binding him are dead and lifeless, already stiffening into the weaker facsimile of bone now that her glow has ebbed from them. There is something terribly wrong with him if he cannot even burn away this.
Groggily he assesses the situation in his mind, with a minute shiver at how unfamiliar the inside of his own head feels now, she has done something to him, he'll figure out what later - now is for reaction, and quickly.
The massive shadow prods him again, and the world twists a bit. Grimm stares up at them from the floor, eyes still wide and seeking sense. It appears that in his current state they could quite easily snuff out his flame with a single movement, and with all that Hallownest's demise took, Grimm would be unsurprised if their might did not come with mercy. He can sense what's down there, just on the fringe of his awareness - or at least he can feel the intent.
(Yes, he knew Hallownest's regrets had amounted to something. Being cast at its feet - so to speak - does not make this information of much use now.)
The shadow examines him and he doesn't know what for, which is troubling.
Slowly Grimm tears his gaze away and cranes his head stiffly and peers down at himself. At the sigils, hushing and dimming as their intended witness moves away.
Though he can only snag fragments of meaning here and there, from the strange position and the tangle of his bindings, a few things click unpleasantly into place. A gift to pacify, she'd said.
It is lucky diplomacy is something he's capable of doing without peer review. The gravity and precariousness of his situation crashes down on him like a rockfall, and Grimm hurries to gather himself enough to speak.
"You might forgive that I am unprepared for the stage," he slurs with some difficulty, and only now registers how much all of him feels weighed down - his faculties included. "Perhaps I might yet be of more use to you than the satisfaction of striking me down. Either way an honour..." His eyes close briefly, searching, remembering. "...to attend your call." Clumsy. The words aren't coming as fast as he'd like, not with only memory to rely on. And he is in no position to bow.
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Date: 2023-09-24 10:19 am (UTC)Groggily he assesses the situation in his mind, with a minute shiver at how unfamiliar the inside of his own head feels now, she has done something to him, he'll figure out what later - now is for reaction, and quickly.
The massive shadow prods him again, and the world twists a bit. Grimm stares up at them from the floor, eyes still wide and seeking sense. It appears that in his current state they could quite easily snuff out his flame with a single movement, and with all that Hallownest's demise took, Grimm would be unsurprised if their might did not come with mercy. He can sense what's down there, just on the fringe of his awareness - or at least he can feel the intent.
(Yes, he knew Hallownest's regrets had amounted to something. Being cast at its feet - so to speak - does not make this information of much use now.)
The shadow examines him and he doesn't know what for, which is troubling.
Slowly Grimm tears his gaze away and cranes his head stiffly and peers down at himself. At the sigils, hushing and dimming as their intended witness moves away.
Though he can only snag fragments of meaning here and there, from the strange position and the tangle of his bindings, a few things click unpleasantly into place. A gift to pacify, she'd said.
It is lucky diplomacy is something he's capable of doing without peer review. The gravity and precariousness of his situation crashes down on him like a rockfall, and Grimm hurries to gather himself enough to speak.
"You might forgive that I am unprepared for the stage," he slurs with some difficulty, and only now registers how much all of him feels weighed down - his faculties included. "Perhaps I might yet be of more use to you than the satisfaction of striking me down. Either way an honour..." His eyes close briefly, searching, remembering. "...to attend your call." Clumsy. The words aren't coming as fast as he'd like, not with only memory to rely on. And he is in no position to bow.