"Alright you dumb door!" Backing away you took a big breath "You better take me to the surface-" You declared, pushing it open with both hands "Or im gonna pulverize you!" Before jumping inside the room hoping that this time it hadn't regurgitated y...
Laios has no idea where he could have gone wrong. He had managed to outsmart Thistle and restrain him without doing further damage. He really hoped you would be there with him to talk it out (Since he was actually terrified of the short elf) however, surprisingly, Thistle seemed to listen to him!
Laios could already imagine you patting his back for the awesome deed.
That's if it actually worked.
It should have worked!
So why is he now tied up inside a tree, being forcefully feed by a weird ass fruit for the rest of his life? Where did he go wrong!? Maybe he should have waited for you or convinced Thistle to tell him your whereabouts and leave the discussion in your hands.
And as Laios began to resign himself to the fact that this was going to be his new life, his ears caught the sound of something tearing. The log in front of him cracked and a beam of light illuminated his face before being covered by an eye with pupils in the shape of a vertical infinity. "Are you alright Laios?" the lion asked, sticking his muzzle inside the wooden prison and cringing at the sight of the blond's face.
"NNN!"
"Would you like my help?"
"Nngh! Ghooh!"
"I will take that as a yes"
Without waiting another second, the Lion opened the gap he had created, using his wings and freeing the young captain from the grip of the trap, who immediately fell to his knees. He gasped for air before vomiting the strange sweetish substance that had been fed to him just a second ago. “You really are an idiot,” the lion scolded him.
"After coming this far, you wanted to try and talk things over!? What happened to all that talk of being 'prepared to take' something? You were on the verge of being turned into foie gras!" Laios sweatdropped, wanting to argue how their plan was originally supposed to convince Thistle with words but that wasn't possible since you weren't there. However the blonde was feeling too tired to argue "What about Thistle?" he wondered, wiping his chin as he looked around and no longer noticing the elf.
