He manages to hide the dagger behind his hands rather well as the vultures approach to take the star away.
He nods, even managing a smile for her while his heart thunders loudly. His blood runs cold with the fear of leaving her in the hands (or wings - or whatever it is) of their kidnappers.
"If anything happens to her -" he threatens, looking straight at the gathered birds, but whatever he might have said is promptly cut off with another blow to the face.
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Date: 2009-01-12 02:32 am (UTC)He nods, even managing a smile for her while his heart thunders loudly. His blood runs cold with the fear of leaving her in the hands (or wings - or whatever it is) of their kidnappers.
"If anything happens to her -" he threatens, looking straight at the gathered birds, but whatever he might have said is promptly cut off with another blow to the face.