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Author Topic: To Burn Out Forever Or Light Up A Spark  (Read 547 times)

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Offline Joona Rinne

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To Burn Out Forever Or Light Up A Spark
« on: May 30, 19, 03:46:28 PM »
There was a calendar somewhere in this place that he could use to count how many days he had been here. Or a close approximation of that number. But finding that calendar was a risk and one he wasn’t willing to take because it didn’t fucking matter how many days he had been in this hellhole place.

It beat being on a ship, that was certain, but it still sucked.

His masters – a term he used with as much derision as possible when it didn’t get him beat – were still asleep, passed out from a night of their usual debauchery. Joona had only needed to service one witch this time, a luscious thing who was really just interested in being on top more than actually being cruel to him like some of them were. And so, he had been able to stomach most of her whims without having a panic attack. Still, he fought against the now-ingrained reaction of recoiling at her initial touch. The alcohol shared between them had helped with that afterward.

Barefoot, Joona padded around the estate, looking for breakfast. The cooks were up, he knew, and they had something cooking, but would their share it with a slave before the masters? Fuck that. It would be another hour before one of those pricks stirred from his stupor. Joona would have eaten his own hand by then.

“Out!” growled one of the cooks the moment Joona ventured into the kitchen. Joona curled his lip in reply and then dodged a stirring spoon thrown his way. “I’ll have that defiance beat out of you!” howled the cook as Joona darted around the corner and out the back before he could get caught. Once clear of pursuit, he slowed his pace and called in the savory scones he had just stolen from under the cook’s nose.

Helped having that skill sometimes, especially in a shithole like this.

Munching away, still barefoot, Joona ambled towards the locked front gates, keeping to the side of them near the bushes that bloomed bright yellow flowers. He wasn’t looking to be seen but he wanted a view that wasn’t fucking dark, dank, and drugged. Just being out here could get him beat, since his masters kept their…menagerie…so carefully contained. Fuck them. If Joona could vanish one of those knives from a cook without getting caught, he…

No, he still couldn’t bring himself to do it. But he was getting closer to that day. He could feel it. Every time they shot him up with another drug, every time they passed him around to whichever customer was paying that day…

Every.

Fucking.

Time.

It scraped away another reason for him to live. It scoured away a little more of his will. Every thing that Joona had once loved – getting high with friends, getting naked with a girl – was now being shoved down his throat and used against him. Over and fucking over and fucking over and…

Bile rose in his throat. He spit out the scone, then vomited.

Fuck.

Sinking to the stone and dirt, shadowed by the leaves, with the smell of his own vomit still lingering in his nose, Joona exhaled, and tried to think about better things than the same shit, different day awful crap that he was going to have to endure once his masters woke up.

Offline Elena Barbaro

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Re: To Burn Out Forever Or Light Up A Spark
« Reply #1 on: Jun 01, 19, 12:07:16 AM »
Elena stirred slowly from her sleep, her mind still fuzzed from the aftereffects of the powders she had indulged in.  She had promised herself that she wouldn’t.  She hadn’t taken to the powders in almost a year now, not since she decided to start putting her foot down and standing up to Rodrigo and his heavy-handed way he was pushing at her to get out of his way.  As if HE were the Queen of Seville and not her!

She had been doing so well, even though the darkness had been slowly creeping back into her dreams, like snake-like smoke that stole her breath and had her throwing herself out of bed in a desperate scramble to get away.  There were things in that darkness, voices and feelings and pain.  She thought maybe she was strong enough to deal with those things, to step away from her perfumed cloud of lust and pleasure and stand up to the nightmares but since Alejandro had left,she felt her resolve crumbling.

Alejandro had made her want to be better, to be more, to be the Queen she was raised to be.  To remind Rodrigo who ruled and who Served, to remind everyone.   She had been grateful for her brothers’ after the Purge when every breath had hurt with the crushing weight of mountains but Alejandro had taken away some of that weight and left it easier to breath, even without the drink, the sex and the drugs.

She understood why he left, had given her blessing for his departure even though it had torn her heart a fresh wound but he was driven by honor and duty and she would never force him to choose between his honor and her.  She treasured him far too much.

The bed beside her moved, and the heavy snore of her bedmate brought her thoughts to the present.  She glanced back across the bed and sighed to herself before moving quietly away from the unconscious man and slipping out of his bed.  She was fairly certain that she had enjoyed his company the night before and seeing him in the early dusk light, she really really hoped that it had been worth it.   She would be forgetting his face, as she had already forgotten his name if she had ever known it, as soon as she left the room.

Slipping into her gown from the previous evening, she carefully padded out shoeless from his suite and glanced around the corridor.  She wasn’t sure where her own suites were and at the moment she didn’t see any servant about their morning duties to ask.   The evening was still a foggy blur as she walked down the long corridor lined with ornate windows that faced towards the front of the estate, hoping that something in her path would jog her memory or that she might run into someone to direct her.  Only as a secondary thought did she wonder if she would be recognized and gossiped about.  She would have to remember to speak to her host about the discretion of his house staff.

Movement outside caught her eye and she saw a man bending into some lovely bushes, a gardener perhaps?  She let herself out through the first set of doors that she found and winced as her feet encountered rough gravel.  Hopping quickly, she scurried to the cold grass, still damp with morning due as she approached.

“Um...excuse…” she began before she realized that the man wasn’t tending the bushes, he was bent over for another, more foul reason.  Elena’s hand rose to her mouth in a sympathetic reaction, feeling her own stomach somersault in response to both the sounds and scents that reached her in that moment. She took two steps back.   “Oh no, a bit too much party for you?” she said with a light laugh as he took to wiping his face with the back of his hand, his back still to her.  “I’m sorry, I thought you were one of the staff.  I’m trying to find my own way back to my room.”

Offline Joona Rinne

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Re: To Burn Out Forever Or Light Up A Spark
« Reply #2 on: Jun 18, 19, 11:04:17 AM »
The moment he heard someone else’s voice, Joona spun around, tense and ready to fight. Privacy, alone time – those things were rare and precious in this fucking place. And here was someone interrupting that. If he could get them gone fast enough, he could find another place to hide. Just for a little longer. Just a few more minutes.

He spun around too fast though. Or maybe it was the hangover. Or the lingering drugs. Whatever the case, his vision tilted. He placed his hand flat against his side like it would fucking stop that. It didn’t. He staggered a step, caught his balance. Fucking shit. What had they given him last night besides alcohol? Fuck, he hated not remembering that now. Before being dragged here, Joona could have been shot up with half a dozen drugs and not given a shit about the names. Now, each one was another reason to hate, another battle to fight, another thing to crave.

His vision was still spinning as he tried to look at her. Pretty, dressed finely. One of the party-goers then. Not a servant or slave. Not with those clothes. “Fuuuuck—” Off. That’s what he tried to say. But he stopped halfway through those two words because two things happened.

His brain registered the sharp, tangy, sweet, decadent scent of Queen.

And he promptly threw up again.

“Shit,” he cursed softly when he finally stopped. At this rate, he was not going to be eating at all that day. Water, he needed water. Water first, then food.  Water to satisfy the sudden craving he felt, a gut-twisting, soul-deep craving that made him nauseous with need. Joona dry-heaved again. Nothing came up. But the need was still there. Water.

The world tilted again when he tried to take another step, but this time a little less. The craving remained. Sharp, tangy. Joona shook his head violently. He’d really fucked himself over, eating so soon. “The fuck,” he growled, frustrated. He took a deep breath, then another. Okay, better. Just keep doing that. That would keep his stomach down and the world anchored.

He looked back at the woman. Queen. Pretty. Sweet.

Mine.

Huh?

Where had that  thought come from?

Had to be the hangover. Or lingering shit from the drugs. Something. He had never thought that about someone before. He shook his head sharply again. Breathed. Fucking shit.

“Who the fuck are you?” he asked, looking at her again, squinting warily. Expecting his stomach to revolt or the world to tilt or something worse. If she was awake, others were. And he was outside, not servicing the fucking guests. Unless she was here for that. A romp in the rose bushes? Fucking sure. Why not. Couldn’t be any worse than some of the other shit they made him do. Hell, it sounded half-romantic, even with the thorns.

Offline Elena Barbaro

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Re: To Burn Out Forever Or Light Up A Spark
« Reply #3 on: Aug 07, 19, 12:34:21 PM »
Elena watched the man stagger upright and turn to look at her, his eyes bloodshot and his face pale and flushed.  Was he sick in earnest then?  She had never experienced a hangover at least not like this but she had heard enough stories from those who had or had seen it to assume that this was what it was but maybe he was genuinely sick.   She would rather prefer alcohol-induced illness.  He opened his mouth and before he could complete another word, vomited again between them. 

Elena let out a startled noise and jumped back a foot to avoid being splashed with any of the wretched mess, her hand flying to her face again as she sought to keep the smell from her nose. 

“Whatever it was that you drank, you probably want to avoid it in the future,” she said a little muffled as he finished his latest bout and sucked in deep breaths of air to calm his stomach.  Elena called in a scented handkerchief and a small bottle of water and dampened the cloth.  She moved away from the mess in the grass back to the paved stone walkway and held out the cloth as he began to rise.

“Here, wipe your fa….” she said, her voice dropping off as he met her gaze.  The ground shifted and tilted and she felt her legs move to steady herself as something rose up through her feet like a bolt of power and struck her in the stomach.  It wasn’t painful, but jarring. 

He belongs to me.

Sadness at the memory of Alejandro mixed with the strange triumphant joy in the knowledge that this man belonged to her as well, that the Darkness saw fit to gift her with another male.  She had doubted herself as a Queen, to gain a bonded who could so easily leave her and now here was another.   In that revelation she studied him.  He was so pale, and not just from his illness she realized as she studied him.  Hair a lighter brown than the dark of most from Dhemlan, still brown but more the warm brown of leather.  She coughed nervously, and stepped forward lightly, holding out the wet cloth to him before also handing him the bottle of water.

“Elena,” she said, her voice shaking slightly, “I’m the Queen of this Province.”  She waited until he wiped his face and mouth and drank down some of the water, her hands folding behind her back patiently.  “I don’t remember seeing you at the party last night, did you arrive late?”   She wasn’t sure when exactly she had slipped out with the fellow she woke up next to.  The last thing she remembered was quite a lot of bubbled wine and being offered a sampling taste of a new dust that had come to the market.  Then the world became bright and warm and so very very happy.

“Maybe we should get you to the kitchen and see if they have any stale bread and stock.  Bread stock pudding isn’t the most elegant dish, but it helps with the morning after stomach flips from a night of partying.  I hope the kitchen here knows how to make it.  I just know that after a particularly rough night, my maid would bring it to me and I would feel so much better.”