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Author Topic: Wake Up to Your Favorite Person  (Read 185 times)

Description: Allusions to sexual assault

Offline Lucky al-Izar

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Wake Up to Your Favorite Person
« on: Mar 14, 18, 04:11:32 PM »
The night was cold, the sand chilled to the bare feet that scurried over them. Lucky took a blanket from the closet and laid it over the witch laying helpless in bed. He stared down at her, cocking his head, as she slept. For someone that had come out of the darkness, salt still slipping from her hair, she seemed so calm. Peaceful. The Warlord Prince wondered if she would be happy now, the scars from the Mines healed along with her leg. Lucky had thought it was that simple. He had thought Kesare’s departure meant he was healed, but his…lapse…in the healing room had scared him. Not because he had attacked an Ebon Grey Healer, no, but because he had lost control and attacked her.

Kesare had worked with him to ensure that never happened again. The Prince drug his fingers through his hair and gripped it tight, staring at Vera intently. He wanted her to wake up. He wanted to talk to her now. Sweeping himself out of his chair the Mineborn went over to where the Voice of the Jinan had a variety of canes leaning against the wall. He looked from them to the witch before he swept them off balance with his leg, sending them crashing to the floor.

Oops.

Lucky went over the Vera and peered close to her. “Are you awake?” He whispered loudly. “You have been asleep for ages.” And Lucky wasn’t good at staying in one place for very long, but he wouldn’t leave Vera either. Not with her dismally trained guards and a love-sick puppy. “How are you feeling?”

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Re: Wake Up to Your Favorite Person
« Reply #1 on: Mar 14, 18, 04:32:40 PM »
Are you awake? 

Who wouldn't be after he had been staring at them for so long?  Granted, it had taken time to get through the pained sleep she kept slipping into - but she was aware of his staring.  She was aware of everyone's staring.. even Torin's, most of the time.

At least with Torin and Lucky, it didn't bother her quite as much.

Usually.

"I.. have only been asleep a few hours at most."  She sighed, cracking her eyes open.  "Put my canes back before you start talking, troublemaker.  The last thing I want is to fall on my face tripping over one that we didn't see."  She planted her hands on the bed, forcing herself upright.  The sensation of her legs tensing in her leg out of reflex had her teeth clenching.

It wasn't as bad as yesterday.  It still felt bloody awful.

She let her tired eyes drift over the warlord prince who had saved her.  The warlord prince she had saved.  They were bound in a way known only to those who had saved each other's lives could possibly understand.  It was both deeper than love and yet.. not.  A sense of familial awareness, and one that could be ignored if it had to be all at the same time.

She never chose to ignore it.

"It doesn't matter how I am feeling.  What matters is why you are staring at me in the middle of the night and trying to accidentally wake me from sleep I haven't been able to really sink into without drugs for years.  What's wrong, Lucky?"

She rarely slept deeply without exhaustion to drive her into it these days.  Sometimes though.. sometimes Torin could send her into a deep rest with his voice and his fingers playing with her hair.  Sometimes.

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Re: Wake Up to Your Favorite Person
« Reply #2 on: Mar 22, 18, 10:47:54 PM »
Lucky cast a look at the fallen canes and with a single thought, vanished them all. “It’s okay. You won’t need them anymore. Might as well not have the reminder.” This way, she would have to start walking faster as well, without the support. It would shake out any fear she might have about putting pressure on her leg. The Warlord Prince had not let that Hayllian’s power inside him only to have Vera not be properly healed. Torin might go easy on her, but Lucky sure as hell wouldn’t.

But even as he thought this, the witch winced, and the Prince rushed to her side. “Careful. You’re moving too fast. Let me get you some water.” Lucky poured a glass of the precious substance, given to them through suffering and pain, and floated it over to the Voice. He had already locked them inside with a Sapphire shield, informing her guards that he would take watch tonight. They had been less than pleased.

Like he might bite the witch’s head off. Mother Night’s tits, it was more likely Vera would bite his head off.

“I wasn’t trying to wake you.” He snapped, his hair falling into his moody green-gold eyes. He snarled once and went to sit on the bed, uncovering the witch’s leg. “Let me massage it. The Healer showed me how.” It would circulate the blood and decrease the swelling.

Even if she protested, Lucky would place his fingers on her leg, suddenly gentle. Pressure so light that it would push the blood from the healed bone while not causing too much discomfort. Having something to do quieted the restless Prince as well, the only sign of his tension his gritted teeth.

“Nothing is wrong. It’s just…how do you feel? Now that your leg is healed? Is it all gone? The Mines? Did it take the pain away?” Lucky had thought the healing of his chalice had done that. He had hoped so hard.

But…perhaps not.

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Re: Wake Up to Your Favorite Person
« Reply #3 on: Mar 23, 18, 04:43:22 PM »
She grit her teeth as he snapped at her, and then narrowed her eyes when he said he was going to massage it.  He just.. uncovered it.  Her eyes swept to the side, as if the sight would be worse than any pain he might offer.

But she caught herself, forcing her eyes back to look at the work that Silvia had wrought.  It was like... like looking at someone else's limb.  She could feel Lucky's fingers, of course.. but the oddity of seeing shape that wasn't so misshapen and FEELING his work?  It was.. surreal.

She reached down, touching one of the scars that was still pink and somewhat angry.  It didn't hurt.  Or rather, it did, but the pain was so much less than what she was used to that quite simply, it didn't seem to register as pain so much as it was simply discomfort.

Now that your leg is healed?  Is it all gone? The Mines?

She lifted her head again, locking those dark gold eyes on Lucky's face.   Ah.  That explained a great deal.  He'd panicked when the Healer and he had merged their thoughts.. he'd felt fear again.  She reached out, laying her hand on his arm.

"I don't think.. that the Mines will ever be all gone, Lucky."  She said it quietly, her eyes closing as she took a deep breath.  "I think.. that we will all carry some piece of that part of our lives for the rest of our days.  But.." 

She brought her hand back to her lips for a moment.  The searching for proper wording was harder now than it usually was.  But really,s he was tired.  That was.. a reasonable justification.

"But I think.. that with enough work.. we can overcome the piece that we carry.  I think that we can live in the way we choose despite the pain.  I have to think that."  She turned those eyes back to him, tilting her head ever so slightly to the side.

"My leg was awful.  The pain it gave me was terrible.  But in a way.. the pain of my leg was easier.  It was real, you could touch it and sense it and..."  She motioned at it.  "Work on it.  The pain of the heart, of the mind.. it is deeper.  More complicated."  She swallowed back a knot of fear, closing her eyes again.

"I will never.. regain that innocence I had when I was sold.  I was only two days past my Offering when the Raids came and.."  She ran her fingers up over her face, through her hair.  "Before the Raids.. I mean.. Before my Offering.  There was this male.  He performed my Virgin Night, and he was.. so very sweet.  He wanted me to not just come through, but to enjoy it."

She gave him a watery smile, though her eyes did not open.  "He.. was my only before the Mines.  We did not love one another.. but he was kind, and a friend.  He.. died.  I am actually.. grateful.. that he did not go to the Mines.  Is that terrible?  That I am grateful so many had the mercy of death, and do not carry the ghosts of the past with them today?"

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Re: Wake Up to Your Favorite Person
« Reply #4 on: Jul 12, 18, 02:42:46 PM »
(Allusions to childhood sexual assault from here on out)

“I think death is a blessing. It is a gift. I don’t think you are terrible for wanting your male to have had it.” Lucky looked at Adavera and then climbed over her small frame to lie down next to her, his wings tucking in behind him. “I think life is far harder.” He bit his lip, something the Warlord Prince rarely did, his thoughts going deeper. Life in the Mines had been hard, constant and brutal, but life in the Overlands? Lucky sighed. He couldn’t believe he was saying this, but it was harder. “I never thought…I guess I assumed that life would be easier here.” The words were more difficult to say than he expected.

“Why isn’t life easier when there isn’t an overseer ripping the skin off your back? It doesn’t make any sense.” Lucky closed his eyes, thinking that the blackness would make speaking easier. That it might become a barrier between him and the words that threatened to spill out of his mouth. He tried to steer away from them, desperately.

“I’ve been building things lately.”

His chest rose and fell. Rose and fell. “Knives, swords, and preparing to build a new Clan. It feels good to create things. Use my hands for other things besides death. It is hard work, but I’ve been having other problems.” His body tensed up, the tips of his fingers twitching against the bed. He still did not look at Adavera.

“For some reason, and I don’t know why, I’ve been thinking about that fucker in the Mines. The one when I was a kid.” A low snarl slipped from his lips. “It’s caused me to lose control a few times. The dip-shitting pussy. Still fucking up my life now.” Lucky took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He finally propped himself up on one arm and turned to look at Vera, his friend.

“How do you think I should deal with this shit?”

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Re: Wake Up to Your Favorite Person
« Reply #5 on: Jul 19, 18, 01:03:41 AM »
Why isn't life easier when there isn't an overseer ripping the skin off your back?

No one who had not experienced the mines would understand that question.. but she did.  She set her fingers to his hand, simply touching him.  Here, in the dark.. it was strange.  They'd never done this before, not in the mines.  Lucky had stood over her when he'd saved her, and dropped his bloody rock.. and that had been that. But this felt like that too.

This felt like.. like then.  As if he was saying that he was here, and that she was safe.  Of course, he was here.  And between him being in her room, and Torin and the others outside.. she was probably quite safe indeed.

"In the mines, we didn't have to worry about others.  Just ourselves, and those we chose to see." She said it quietly, as if baring some terrible secret.  "We were tired, hungry, thirsty... we didn't think beyond our next rest.  As terrible as it was, as awful as it was.. it removed the worries of consequences from our actions.  We knew what we had to do, or the Overseers would beat us.  We knew who to avoid, and when.  Out here?"

She gently shook her head.  "Out here, we have none of that.  Only our instincts, and our thoughts."

Thoughts, it seemed, that brought him no peace.  Like her, he focused on the memory of those who took what they should not have.  He focused on the asshole that had.. that had...

She swallowed, closing her eyes for a moment before gently squeezing his fingers.  "I think about them.. the two that your tormentor sic'd on me.  They replay in my mind often."  She took a deep breath, forcing herself to remember that those two were likely long dead.  And if they weren't.. she didnt' want to know.

"Dealing with it... isn't easy.  You have to want to.. and you have to be willing to fail.  Over and over and over again.  A spider might be able to help, if you can stomach the idea.  Me... I speak to a Priest."

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Re: Wake Up to Your Favorite Person
« Reply #6 on: Aug 08, 18, 10:59:19 PM »
Lucky shot up from his seat, severing his connection with Vera.

“No. I don’t want to fail. I’ve failed enough in my life. Can’t that part of me just BE OVER?” The Warlord Prince began to pace in the room, his temper catching fire. So much so that a guard peeked into the tent, watching Lucky suspiciously. “I am so tired of the fucking mines and the fucking pain from them. I have moved on. It has been years. I have a family and a purpose and I want to fucking rip out the parts of my mind that remember the mines.”

Why wasn’t it that easy? Lucky stopped pacing and froze, staring right at the witch as the band on his arm began to glow. It began to turn red, signaling his uncontrolled rage. The deep dark part of him that threatened to consume everyone. “People think we are scarred, they think we are so broken that we can’t rule and what if they are right? What if I can’t even function because all I can think about is that male dragging me from my cell? What if I can’t control myself? What if I hurt Hadj or Ro or Fari? Why can’t I have a mangled leg I can just chop off so I can forget everything that happened? Why is this affecting me NOW?”

Lucky came back over to Vera, tears in his eyes. He felt weak in this private moment. One that very few people ever got to see, including his family. It had been YEARS. He didn’t even remember the man’s face.

“I want that part of my life to be over. Is that too much to ask?”

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Re: Wake Up to Your Favorite Person
« Reply #7 on: Aug 08, 18, 11:10:52 PM »
She watched him, exhaustion keeping her far calmer than she probably should be.  But then.. that could be useful.  So she watched, her eyes following him as he paced and yelled and .. honestly controlled his temper very well.

So his armband was glowing.  And so his voice was raised. What did that matter?  he wasn't hurting anything.  And he obviously needed to vent out his ghost, his demon, his memory.  How many times had she wanted to do something similar?  How many times had her pride kept her from doing it?

".. you are not so scarred you cannot function.  You would never hurt the Lady Hadjara, or Roshan, or your niece."  She said it quietly, settling her hands together on her chest.  "And you are controlling yourself just fine.  My walls are still standing."  Her lips twitched, as if she was fighting a smile.  "Please don't destroy my walls just to make a point.  I'm too tired to go find another roof to sleep under right now."

Her left hand drifted, patting the spot beside her.  "Sit... please.  Following you with my eyes is surprisingly difficult right now."

Was her speech slurring?  Goddess damn her, she was tired.  But this was important, and she would get it out.  "You can be broken, and still function just fine.  You can have nightmares, and still be everything you need to be to protect your family."  She said it quietly, turning her eyes towards the ceiling.  "I ask myself 'why' all the time.  'Why can't I stand to have a man above me, after all this time?  Why can't I just let go, and embrace everything I want with Torin without worrying that I might try to kill him when I panic?"  She closed her eyes, shivering.  "The truth is, Lucky... our pasts are part of us.  They make us strong, and fierce, and... they make us wiser than we should be.  We're very young to be in the positions we have.  Our pain, and our suffering, has bought us wisdom that we would have to wait decades for otherwise.  I suggest.. finding someone you can talk to about it.  Someone patient, and wise, and.. unafraid of you."

She cracked a yawn, blushing a little.  "I speak with Aahad.. Aahad al-Situla, Master of Arnadeth Temple.  He does wonders for me."

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Re: Wake Up to Your Favorite Person
« Reply #8 on: Aug 09, 18, 10:04:46 PM »
“Wise? We have half of Pruul saying that we are nothing but children. That we know nothing and never will. Because we aren’t Pruulian. We aren’t short lived. We aren’t. We aren’t. We aren’t. With all of that in my ear I don’t need something else cropping up. Something else reminding me how weak and fucking pathetic I was.”

He drug his hands through his hair, angrily wiping away his tears. The past few months had been hard on Lucky. To the outside world he was steady, if terrifying. He was gathering the frayed strands of people hopes and trying to form a Clan out of them. He was protecting his family, trying to live up to the impossible expectations of the Clans that hated him, and training a new guard of his own. Most of the time, the Warlord Prince kept his shit together, but the work was taking a toll on him. He hardly slept. He had very little time to fuck. And he certainly didn’t have time to relax, to forget about the stress that just multiplied in his head. And when he was stressed, when he was afraid, his mind drifted to other moments he had been afraid, like it knew no time. Like he was Lucky al-Izar, the prophet, and Lucky al-Izar, the child, all in one moment.

He couldn’t take when his mind drifted back to those moments on top of everything else. It was too much, even for the Warlord Prince of the Mineborn. Something had to change. “Maybe you are right. Kesare is gone too much to talk to her. But…you think another male? What if he thinks I’m just some kind of…of…pussy?”

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Re: Wake Up to Your Favorite Person
« Reply #9 on: Aug 13, 18, 11:33:01 AM »
We have half of Pruul saying that we are nothing but children.

She watched, listened, and rubbed her fingers against the blanket covering her legs.  Her eyes half closed, making it easier to focus on his words and not on the way he moved.  Not on the way that he came across as so.. volatile.  She did too, when she got in these moods.

Witch.  Warlord Prince.  In this they were all too similar, despite their castes.  Caste didn't matter in the mines, not really.  Neither did Jewels, or family.  All that had mattered was who had food, safety, standing.. and who did not.

In a way, life had been more simple.  Everything had boiled down to whether a person had the will to survive, and the endurance to deal with those that would try to end them.

"Does it matter what half of Pruul thinks, Lucky al-Izar?"  She asked it tiredly, her eyes finally opening to look up at the ceiling.  "Does it really matter if the leaders of the Clans think you a child? The people flock to you.  Whether the Clans want to acknowledge you or not is irrelevant - you are a force they must contend with.  If you allow them to make you 'deal' with their assumptions, then you will be distracted.  Ignore what they think, and just DO."

She cracked a smile, looking bemused.  "You won't make many friends amongst the powerful, but you will accomplish more.  it is what I do.  Who else amongst the Clans tried to create peace, or to create friendships amongst the leaders? Who else tried to create the beginnings of something that would help prevent further atrocities?  None of them.  Because they follow 'what has been' rather than 'what should be'. 

The spirit of our traditions should be followed - not just the letter."  She reached her hand out, searching almost blindly for his arm.  "Talk to Aahad.  If he can draw me out, if he can help bring my soul peace, then he can help you.  I know it, I know it in my bones.  You are Lucky al-Izar - and you will find a way through this storm.  Remember that.  Don't give a fuck what anyone thinks, Lucky - plan for their thoughts, and enact your actions.  If they think you a pussy, they will underestimate you.  Use that."

She laughed, quietly.  "They think me just a cripple with a loud mouth... and yet I have managed to create trade agreements with the Tabur, and the Sabbah.  I have begun clearing the Raiders from my little section of the desert, and I have made efforts to befriend the upcoming Izar.   Let them think me weak, and let them think me useless... I am still accomplishing, Lucky.  Long after I am dust, my deeds will hopefully live on."