Creation is still with him, but its power to protect him from this is finite. It shielded him from what would have been a night of agony, but it still can't free him from her control. Their temporary distance had allowed him to clear his mind, but that proves to be an ephemeral thing. She returns in the morning, and he feels himself sinking all over again.
His body has been changed by whatever she did to him, and his arms and legs look like they belong to someone else. Anything resembling flesh or fur is gone, replaced with a crystal identical to the stem and leaves of the Blue Rose, like the Rose Queen has somehow drawn it out of him by force. Cracks of it are visible all over his body, like the opal filled gaps of fossilized wood. His gem glows blue, and so do his eyes, though he can only tell by the shadows they cast against the earth.
The place in her garden that she keeps him feels as isolated as it was in Portland. Even when she finally frees his limbs from the ground, the vines that used to be his wings are still rooted deeply in the earth, like the Rose Queen's version of a baby leash to keep him from wandering too far.
After a while, she leaves him again, and he tries to explore the outer limits of his prison. Creation is here, tending his wounds and soothing his pain, but he's still so tired. Even trying to think about escaping feels like a monumental effort, but he tries anyway. He tries not to think about what she'll do if she catches him at it.
As he pushes past a ring of thorns, something will ping his attention. He's not the only person within the inner sanctum of the gardens... someone else is here.
"Hello?" he calls out desperately, but he's right at the end of where his 'roots' will allow him to go.
SUMMER COURT SLAVE DUNGEON | CLOSED TO STRANGE & STEVEN
His body has been changed by whatever she did to him, and his arms and legs look like they belong to someone else. Anything resembling flesh or fur is gone, replaced with a crystal identical to the stem and leaves of the Blue Rose, like the Rose Queen has somehow drawn it out of him by force. Cracks of it are visible all over his body, like the opal filled gaps of fossilized wood. His gem glows blue, and so do his eyes, though he can only tell by the shadows they cast against the earth.
The place in her garden that she keeps him feels as isolated as it was in Portland. Even when she finally frees his limbs from the ground, the vines that used to be his wings are still rooted deeply in the earth, like the Rose Queen's version of a baby leash to keep him from wandering too far.
After a while, she leaves him again, and he tries to explore the outer limits of his prison. Creation is here, tending his wounds and soothing his pain, but he's still so tired. Even trying to think about escaping feels like a monumental effort, but he tries anyway. He tries not to think about what she'll do if she catches him at it.
As he pushes past a ring of thorns, something will ping his attention. He's not the only person within the inner sanctum of the gardens... someone else is here.
"Hello?" he calls out desperately, but he's right at the end of where his 'roots' will allow him to go.