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The story, universe and characters are all mine ~ ♥
Rating: PG-13 (mention of torture and mutilation).
Notes:
I have written last month, but it's all original stuff, and it's long, and none of it is even remotely close to be finished. So I decided to take a break and indulge in some shipping drabbles.
The theme was courting.Hey, told you I was indulging.
(Ferod, Teiweë Aleiais)
Ferod may have her captured, but he's still nice and considerate, and - nobody ever called Tleiweë beautiful before. Or taken her for a ride on their mount. Granted, people do not have mounts in Lotas. Still. He could have made her walk, like Ogron does Tonre.
She was a bit wary at first. If he decided to force her, there was very little she could do to defend herself.
Ferod doesn't try to abuse her. He keeps smiling and calling her a pretty girl, and holds her close as they ride together. He explains everything to her, patiently; the quest, slaying monsters like the Tree, who keep eating people and standing in the way of true unity. He listens as she explains Fail, and how lonely and sad and desperate and harmless she is, and how it's not his fault if she loves the Tree. And he understands, promises her they'll find a way to cure Fail, and everything will be fine, because there always is a happy ending for heroes.
(Tonre snorts at the "heroes" part, and Tleiweë smiles when Ferod tells her to be quiet.)
And when he grabs her chin to kiss her and puts his other hand on her hip, it's soft and nice and wonderful, and not abusive at all - and she feels so, so ashamed for thinking he'd take advantage of the situation.
(Ogron, Tonre)
Ogron never courted Tonre. He just walked in the long, cold hallway and stopped in front of her cell to tell the warden I want this one. He didn't bother asking her for anything but then, she was barely conscious.
And courting seems rather pointless when you're bleeding on the floor with rats gnawing at your wounds and fanatics promising you another round of torture in an hour.
(Cruelty, Fail Inis)
Cruelty bends over her and pours mocking riddles in her ear, then grabs her hand and drags her into whatever cruel mischief he's up to, but he always calls her by her full name, dragging every syllable like it's honey on his tongue, and it makes Fail Inis's heart flutter every single time.
(Rage, Ekatre)
Rage doesn't make witty jokes or recite poetry. She doesn't whisper sweet love words and compliments. She growls.
She doesn't freeze to listen, enraptured by the words of her lover. She's too busy raving at whatever's getting in her way.
She doesn't brush arms or hold hands. She doesn't hug, pass her fingers through hair or caress shoulders. She needs to keep her hands free to pummel the fuckers staring at the wrong pair of tits.
She doesn't go for long walks in poetic landscapes. The beauty of her surroundings never lasts long once she starts tearing everything and everyone who pissed her off to shreds.
Ekatre doesn't mind. All her suitors knew how to properly court a lady, and none of them looked half as hot as Rage when she's brawling.
Besides, once the brawling's done, all the warm up has left Rage with plenty of energy to spend on more pleasant activities.
(Desire, Reckless Yang)
Yang is used to being wooed. Stupid Yuan spent hours attempting to seduce him every day since the elders introduced them to each other.
Being coveted, though, that is new.
Desire doesn't have some birth right to claim Yang for himself. He doesn't use their blood, their ancestors or the stars to justify their bond. "I want you," he says, plain and simple, and that's his only reason, for everything.
He doesn't trap Yang, or cut his legs to keep him from running away. Instead, he gives him wings that can fly higher than the first ones.
"I want you whole, pretty duck," he coos, and that's perfect, because Yang wants him back.
The story, universe and characters are all mine ~ ♥
Rating: PG-13 (mention of torture and mutilation).
Notes:
I have written last month, but it's all original stuff, and it's long, and none of it is even remotely close to be finished. So I decided to take a break and indulge in some shipping drabbles.
The theme was courting.
(Ferod, Teiweë Aleiais)
Ferod may have her captured, but he's still nice and considerate, and - nobody ever called Tleiweë beautiful before. Or taken her for a ride on their mount. Granted, people do not have mounts in Lotas. Still. He could have made her walk, like Ogron does Tonre.
She was a bit wary at first. If he decided to force her, there was very little she could do to defend herself.
Ferod doesn't try to abuse her. He keeps smiling and calling her a pretty girl, and holds her close as they ride together. He explains everything to her, patiently; the quest, slaying monsters like the Tree, who keep eating people and standing in the way of true unity. He listens as she explains Fail, and how lonely and sad and desperate and harmless she is, and how it's not his fault if she loves the Tree. And he understands, promises her they'll find a way to cure Fail, and everything will be fine, because there always is a happy ending for heroes.
(Tonre snorts at the "heroes" part, and Tleiweë smiles when Ferod tells her to be quiet.)
And when he grabs her chin to kiss her and puts his other hand on her hip, it's soft and nice and wonderful, and not abusive at all - and she feels so, so ashamed for thinking he'd take advantage of the situation.
(Ogron, Tonre)
Ogron never courted Tonre. He just walked in the long, cold hallway and stopped in front of her cell to tell the warden I want this one. He didn't bother asking her for anything but then, she was barely conscious.
And courting seems rather pointless when you're bleeding on the floor with rats gnawing at your wounds and fanatics promising you another round of torture in an hour.
(Cruelty, Fail Inis)
Cruelty bends over her and pours mocking riddles in her ear, then grabs her hand and drags her into whatever cruel mischief he's up to, but he always calls her by her full name, dragging every syllable like it's honey on his tongue, and it makes Fail Inis's heart flutter every single time.
(Rage, Ekatre)
Rage doesn't make witty jokes or recite poetry. She doesn't whisper sweet love words and compliments. She growls.
She doesn't freeze to listen, enraptured by the words of her lover. She's too busy raving at whatever's getting in her way.
She doesn't brush arms or hold hands. She doesn't hug, pass her fingers through hair or caress shoulders. She needs to keep her hands free to pummel the fuckers staring at the wrong pair of tits.
She doesn't go for long walks in poetic landscapes. The beauty of her surroundings never lasts long once she starts tearing everything and everyone who pissed her off to shreds.
Ekatre doesn't mind. All her suitors knew how to properly court a lady, and none of them looked half as hot as Rage when she's brawling.
Besides, once the brawling's done, all the warm up has left Rage with plenty of energy to spend on more pleasant activities.
(Desire, Reckless Yang)
Yang is used to being wooed. Stupid Yuan spent hours attempting to seduce him every day since the elders introduced them to each other.
Being coveted, though, that is new.
Desire doesn't have some birth right to claim Yang for himself. He doesn't use their blood, their ancestors or the stars to justify their bond. "I want you," he says, plain and simple, and that's his only reason, for everything.
He doesn't trap Yang, or cut his legs to keep him from running away. Instead, he gives him wings that can fly higher than the first ones.
"I want you whole, pretty duck," he coos, and that's perfect, because Yang wants him back.