Kidnapped

Jul. 29th, 2017 10:12 pm
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Content warning: kidnapping and all that it implies

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Written to [personal profile] wyste's prompt here to my Summer Giraffe Call.

Content warning: Slavery, suggested violence against said slave. Fire is involved.


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Written to [personal profile] wyste's prompt

There were things Taran expected from Ei. He expected dinner ready when he got home from work. He expected ridiculous movies and cuddling and a certain needy affection that he loved. He expected obedience when they were playing and backtalk when they weren't, and an eye-searing sense of fashion that made office parties quite entertaining.

He did not expect to come home and find dinner for three on the table, and Ei sitting patiently on the couch with another guy. Ei was smiling, but it was a nervous smile, and the guy - shaggy beard, perfectly groomed hair, terrifyingly blue eyes - was smiling reassuringly and patting Ei's hands.

"This, ah, this is Joseph." Ei sprang to his feet. "This is Joseph, and I want to bring him home for dinner." Taran's partner jutted out his chin in nervous defiance. "And for good."





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His wrists caught my attention first.

You wouldn't think it would be wrists, but these were bony wrists, slender, so thin I could circle each wrist with my forefinger and thumb. He had nearly-hairless arms, and these bony wrists between lanky long arms and long-fingered skinny hands.

I think I fell in love with his wrists before I ever made it to his eyes
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Drausus the warlord lived in an impenetrable fort on the top of an unclimbable cliff and ruled over his territory with an iron fist and a stone heart. Or, at least, he had.

Drausus commanded the farmers to grow enough for themselves and then enough for him, and those that did not, he put to work in the mines, pulling out steel and gold. Or, at least, he had.

He took his pick of the finest of the young people to warm his bed and keep him company and if they were lucky, when he was done with them he'd arrange a marriage with a member of his personal army. Or, at least, he had.

The woman, the hero, had climbed the unclimbable cliff, bypassed the well-bribed army, penetrated the impenetrable fort, and beaten the unbeatable warlord. She had done the first with tools he had never seen, the second with stealth he hadn't thought of, the third with a little bit of both - and the fourth, Drausus had to believe was witchcraft and dishonesty and nothing more. She couldn't have been that good at everything.
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