Trauma was always hard to process. Ashton had been confronted with it more times than he could count at the hands of his foster parents. Jaxen had clearly been traumatized by his capture and was replaying it probably word for word how Cedric might have. God only knew the man was cruel on the best of days.
The words played images in Ashton's own mind. He'd get about the day they were to eat him that never came. The day like Taylor had. He still had nightmares about it all. L, even though he knew the day would never truly come as long as he sang the sweet notes of persuasion.
Jaxen took a threatening step closer and Ashton took a step back. But the magic did eventually take hold. It was like pushing water through mud, but it came out the other side a bit dirtier. It always did. Ashton smiled.
With a little more pouring of his gift through the words of the soft sing song, "I'd love to. But not here. Take me up stairs to watch the main event." Ashton offered Jaxen his hand. Jaxen didn't look like the type that wanted to be escorted. He was the one doing the escorting. And that was fine with Ashton.
The words played images in Ashton's own mind. He'd get about the day they were to eat him that never came. The day like Taylor had. He still had nightmares about it all. L, even though he knew the day would never truly come as long as he sang the sweet notes of persuasion.
Jaxen took a threatening step closer and Ashton took a step back. But the magic did eventually take hold. It was like pushing water through mud, but it came out the other side a bit dirtier. It always did. Ashton smiled.
With a little more pouring of his gift through the words of the soft sing song, "I'd love to. But not here. Take me up stairs to watch the main event." Ashton offered Jaxen his hand. Jaxen didn't look like the type that wanted to be escorted. He was the one doing the escorting. And that was fine with Ashton.