[ Allura has to choose her battles, at least in her mind. She cannot keep on fighting her instincts that scream at her to fight for her life, that she must live, that whether or not she calls all this an act, blood is being spilled for it. She can no longer waste energy when she is to maintain what little control she needs to get through with her talk with Zarkon. She does not need to think that this is most likely the scenario Zarkon is hoping for: she kisses Shiro, he bites her throat out, and he is executed for regicide.
She had to make use of the physical strength unique to her kind to keep Shiro still, and what little amount of self-control she has left as the drug is telling her that what she is seeing is delightful. She bites her lip to keep herself from smiling. This is not good, he is in pain, I am hurting...
The wound stings, and the blood trickles along her neck to stain the once pristine white of her dress. The bestial snarl that comes out of Shiro is enough to trigger her flight reflex, but the reality that she had signed up for this is what kept her feet planted to the floor. Allura summons that vision of hope she had just seen earlier...
She listens to her fight reflex instead. Only minutes might have passed, but she is running out of patience, pushing herself to mental exhaustion. Allura remembers their plan and realigns herself to it. Her bright eyes on Shiro's dark ones, she glows with quintessence, activating the bracelet at full power. ]
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She had to make use of the physical strength unique to her kind to keep Shiro still, and what little amount of self-control she has left as the drug is telling her that what she is seeing is delightful. She bites her lip to keep herself from smiling. This is not good, he is in pain, I am hurting...
The wound stings, and the blood trickles along her neck to stain the once pristine white of her dress. The bestial snarl that comes out of Shiro is enough to trigger her flight reflex, but the reality that she had signed up for this is what kept her feet planted to the floor. Allura summons that vision of hope she had just seen earlier...
She listens to her fight reflex instead. Only minutes might have passed, but she is running out of patience, pushing herself to mental exhaustion. Allura remembers their plan and realigns herself to it. Her bright eyes on Shiro's dark ones, she glows with quintessence, activating the bracelet at full power. ]