"What are you doing?!” Astraea screams. The armour scoops the helmet up. “You have to get back!! Think of Ian! Think of-"
The helmet seals over Astraea's head, cutting off her voice.
Blind with rage, L pounces on the armour, clawing furiously at it.
“Let her GO! Let go of - “
Something hard and cold grabs her around the wrist and hauls her back. Another suit, dragging itself up from the floor, wrapping itself around her.
Buckles tighten, digging into her skin.
" - N-No!!" L shrieks. It's already so tight around her legs. She can't move her feet. Too late, she flaps her wings, lifting into the air to get away, but two more arms wrap around her, slamming her back to the ground. Enmeshed halfway up her torso, her legs standing firm and immobile. “NO -”
It's all she can say, it’s all she can think as she claws desperately at the plates and straps. L staggers to the side, crashing to the ground. The reliquary lies discarded on the floor.
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Excerpt from Imago Ch20: Thieves in the Library
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When has breaking into the forbidden section of a library ever gone wrong? :3