[ They'd... lost. Actually lost. Not that Lissa knew for certain that everyone was dead, although she'd seen quite a few of her friends die with her own eyes, had been moments too late to heal... too many. Still she'd fought, until she'd suffered a wound that left her unable to so much as walk, and she lay there and waited for death. Prayed for it, briefly, perhaps - living through defeat would be a thousand times worse than death.
But she was taken captive. Alive, and in the hands of Grima in Robin's body, healed and given the basics despite the discomfort of her new room, and her leg wasn't in any shape for her to try and run for it. More than the lingering pain when she laid wrong, though, it was the isolation that was driving her out of her mind; Lissa thrived around others, and wondered if she might go utterly mad without her friends now.
But there was 'Robin'. Grima. He... he was still a little bit Robin. Mostly a monster, but he wasn't... doing anything overtly terrible, by the standards of war prisoners, and he was still... well.
Handsome. Attractive. And Lissa liked strong... partners, and what was Grima if not utterly unstoppable? As shameful and inexplicable as it was she was still a little attracted to the 'man'.
Those familiar boots made her perk up from her usual 'fetal position in the corner' set up she spent most of her time in, sitting a little less pathetically. ]
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But she was taken captive. Alive, and in the hands of Grima in Robin's body, healed and given the basics despite the discomfort of her new room, and her leg wasn't in any shape for her to try and run for it. More than the lingering pain when she laid wrong, though, it was the isolation that was driving her out of her mind; Lissa thrived around others, and wondered if she might go utterly mad without her friends now.
But there was 'Robin'. Grima. He... he was still a little bit Robin. Mostly a monster, but he wasn't... doing anything overtly terrible, by the standards of war prisoners, and he was still... well.
Handsome. Attractive. And Lissa liked strong... partners, and what was Grima if not utterly unstoppable? As shameful and inexplicable as it was she was still a little attracted to the 'man'.
Those familiar boots made her perk up from her usual 'fetal position in the corner' set up she spent most of her time in, sitting a little less pathetically. ]