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gremlinhaus2024-06-18 07:23 pm
zauberdecke) wrote in gremlinhaus2024-06-18 07:23 pm
"Broken Shards"
"In the dark
I need to taste the blood
Go on, draw another line
We can cross this time."
- Blindfold by Sleeping Wolf
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[ Essek Thelyss: Shadowhand to the Dynasty.
One who reached further then the Luxon would allow, who would do absolutely anything for knowledge. Oh no, the man did not care for power, not really. He wanted to cast himself into the portal of knowing, he wanted to surrender himself to books and learning without having to deal with the mundanities of socio-politics that all of the Kryn engaged in. It was tedious and it filled him with sickness even as he plastered on an urbane smile for all and sundry to see.
Within the Dynasty, it was customary to take pets of the Empire; they were brought in across the border of Asarius, across the mountains and into the Dynasty. There were Dynasty born pets on the other side, both lost to the ravages of the other's civilization, generally never to be seen again.
Essek had never really had an interest to begin with when it came to pets; at the market he carefully avoided the slave blocks where those not of the Dynasty were paraded around. However, it had come to this-- it had come to his trading of the Beacon, and in return he recieved a Volstrucker to serve him. And yet, for all of that, Essek Thelyss had not thought he would receive a broken Volstrucker.
In fair trade, he and recieved a dossier on the man in question and had perused it with only a small semblance of annoyance while Trent Ikithon had assured him that a man like him could be rebuilt, the honeyed words of a silken snake which Essek recognized.
After all did not a predator recognize another predator? So now he held in his household a man whom had to be guarded carefully, though Essek was not cruel despite how he imagined Dynasty pets were treated, the cage that he had placed this Volstrucker named Bren within, well it was comfortable-- he'd seen pictures of Vergossen so he supposed it must be far better than that place. But he had not precisely interacted with him-- most of his unseen servants were given the walking of him, the care and maintenance of him.
Perhaps because he did not precisely know what to do with him, or what use he had for something broken. Though he arguably did not know what manner of broken the Volstrucker was, but after a week-- he decided perhaps it was time to summon him and see for himself; acertain what sort of work was cut out for him.
If this man was worth putting back together again.
So it was one evening, he had the Empire man summoned to his chambers. ]
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He hadn't asked to have that magic removed, but it had been, and realization had come. He'd been furious, murderous really. Ready to tear his way out. He'd nearly escaped too, but Trent Ikithon had been there, and all the pain and terror came rushing back, and Bren had been caught once more. It was decided that the Sanitarium was not the proper place for him anymore. He was too dangerous for that, failed Volstrucker that he was, and perhaps a reminder of Ikithon's failure to hone him into a properly loyal weapon.
So he was repurposed. A bit of grooming -- long ginger hair washed and brushed and styled back, face clean shaven -- and he was dressed in something better than the rags he'd languished in for years, prepared to be given as a gift to some Kryn official, this Shadowhand.
Bren didn't know what to expect, and part of him did not care. What else did he deserve, after what he had done? Let him be discarded, turned into the plaything of some foreign aristocrat. What did it matter?
It was indeed a broken creature that Essek found himself presented with, blue eyes dull and far away.
Perhaps he was surprised, a bit, that his new master seemed to have no interest or use for him. He was not mistreated, and Bren supposed he was grateful for that. He was fed and kept clean, if caged, tended to by magical constructs that were not exactly sources of companionship and conversation.
What did it matter?
When he was finally summoned, he did not put up any sort of resistance, allowing himself to be led to where his owner wished to see him, little more than a ghost who for some reason still had a heart beating within his chest. At least here, in the Dynasty, he was far from Trent Ikithon. He could be grateful for that at least, some of the terror the other man inspired in him lessened, but only just.
The only hint that perhaps this man could be dangerous was the collar fastened around his neck, meant to silence him, to keep him from summoning most spells that could cause trouble for Essek and his household.]
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Objectively, Essek could see that he was likely handsome by Empire standards, tall and broad of shoulder, though also slender; the skin sun-kissed and the red hair brushed to burnished copper.
Upon their first meeting, Essek had little of an opinion of him-- perhaps due to the nature that the other man had very little to say; he'd heard of mouthy Empire pets who did not know their place-- this one oddly was resigned to it. The jury was out on how suitable this pet would be, and honestly Essek knew it was about time to see what this pet could do, what he could become though he was told that the Pet could be trained.
But he did not know how to communicate with him in a way that would matter. So he started out simply, his voice matter-of-fact and effectual, spoken in common. ]
Can you talk, and understand me when I talk? [ He supposed it was time to establish some core ground rules, it would after all strengthen his position if he was seen to take a subservient pet to social functions. ]
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At the very least, Essek had not yet been overtly cruel, which was better than what Bren had known before.
He hesitated at the question, brow furrowing. He nodded. He could understand, yes, but talking was currently another matter entirely. One hand lifted, fingers brushing along the collar at his neck as he mouthed without sound, 'I am silenced.'.
The understanding piece at least was clear, and as Bren settled into the present moment, there was a sharpness in blue eyes, a keen and undeniable intelligence lingering behind the damage and the fear.]
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Helpfully..
No, there was no point in removing it yet. There had been mention of an adept magic user and that could be dangerous. Perhaps silenced was not such a bad thing. ]
As long as you can understand me, there will be no problem. I will have you supplied with a notebook in case I require words from you.
[ There was the sharpening in those eyes, a sign of intelligence.
Very good-- he did not want a mindless zombie, but what he did demand was obedience. ] So we are clear, I am not in need of a pet; however, here you are and I have decided it would be a waste to leave you to isolation. So I will speak plainly, I will not mistreat you but I have very high expectations, not to mention a reputation to maintain.
[ Cold, much like an ice queen. ] So we will establish some ground rules for you to abide by-- nod if you understand the importance of following them.
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He nodded. He could understand, yes. And he could behave, if that was what was required of him. Perhaps there was a flicker of relief that he would not be left alone entirely. He had been trapped inside himself for so long. He did not want to be alone any longer.
And for his ice queen master, he nodded.
Still, that spark of something in blue eyes chose this moment to manifest itself. He was silenced, but not every spell required his voice. His gaze snapped to where a fire was burning in the fireplace. A quick, precise flick of his fingers and the flames leapt to his hands, forming an image, a clear, neat script written of flame, in Common: 'I understand.']
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The first rule is that you will not embarrass me in public. You will behave as expected; when I am sitting-- you will be kneeling at my feet. you will not speak unless spoken to, and I will not have your eyes wander unless it is to observe how other pets behave for their owners.
[ He took a sip of his wine and then he nodded in the the direction of the floor right at his feet, it was a telling look and if Bren could interpret that? Well then all the better for him, it meant that he could be trained. ]
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He should be grateful that he'd not been given to someone violent and cruel. He ducked his head in understanding. In acknowledgment. Still, he did not miss the way that Essek nodded, did not miss the implication of the unspoken command.
Before he even consciously intended to, he was moving, settling himself on his knees at the Shadowhand's feet, risking a glance up at the other man. That spark lingered there, but behind it a softer question, as if to ask if he'd done as he was meant to, if he'd done good.]
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Essek kept that in the back of his mind; this ability that his pet seemed to have, though he did not allow that impressed expression to show on his features; it felt like he was bored-- something that he had schooled for himself even though, realistically he was bored 9 times out of 10 with all the social events that he was required to go to, not only as the Shadowhand but also as a Scion of Den Thelyss.
The placement of the hands at the side was not lost in Essek; at least the Empire Dog was subservient enough; there had been no indication that he was particularly rebellious nor willful despite that initial spark, and he rested on his knees at Essek's feet and looked up with a look that was more puppy than dog.
A hum emmerged from the Shadowhands lips though it was unclear whether it was in thought or approval. Best not to assume these things, nor grow comfortable with them. ]
The Second Rule is as follows: My touch is not an invitation for you to touch me unless I give you clear and concise permission to do so; when you are standing or kneeling, your hands will be clasped behind your back as you await my commands. If I give you a command to do something, unless clearly specified, you may then use your hands.
Am I understood?
[ He looked down at the other man, he was closer now-- close enough that he could see the tinted blue glass of those eyes, part glazed and part sharp; like broken blue sea glass that washed up on the beaches of Jigow.
However as a concession, Essek did shift a little-- leaning forward so that he could deftly remove the tie that kept Bren's hair back, until the hair fell in long amber locks around shoulders. Such beautiful hair, he had to admit-- it looked soft and like silk; invited to be touched. And Essek knew he had permission to touch, after all this was a pet whore, and he could do what he wanted with him, couldn't he? ]
You will not tie your hair back, you can consider that Rule Three.
[ And then Essek could not resist fingering lightly through those locks of hair, arranging waves until they fell perfectly. It felt like a good boy, unspoken though it was. ]
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Still, Essek had given him no reason for that fear or fury to be triggered -- though a lingering caution lingered about a man who had dealings with Trent Ikithon. Bren listened, giving a nod of acknowledgment even as he shifted to settle his hands behind his back. He could be obedient.
His eyes widened, a faint flinch in him as Essek reached towards him, but when the other man only freed his hair, some of that tension seemed to ease from him. When those fingers slipped through his hair though, a frisson ran through him, not of chill, but of something dangerously close to pleasure, a race of goosebump across his entire being. When was the last time he'd been touched with anything that wasn't violence? He was so busy warring with himself at how much he wanted that touch to linger that he almost missed that next rule.
But he nodded once more.]
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Oh no, he is really in it now
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Perhaps it was because Essek's mood felt a little bit better; his and Bren's routine established into a routine that only somewhat varied depending on the day. Every day they took a walk, other days they both went into the office and then an equal number Bren stayed in Essek's quarters to read while the other man handled in person meetings discussing Dynasty issues that Pets were not allowed into (with the exception of the Queen's own secretary pet-- but then that was the Queen). And in the evenings, it was a toss up on if there was a social function or not.
On evenings that were unaccounted for, Essek found himself seeking companionship with Bren, both in presence as well as a more physical carnal sort. Sometimes it was a bath, other times it was the bed, and then other times there was that spontaneous spark that went through the two of them in which there was no telling where they would find solace in each other (the library could tell a few stories by this point). It was easy for Bren to forget the impending date until it appeared on his Calendar as a date to dread at the end of the week, he'd forgotten about it.
It was his monthly dinner with Adeen.
He acted as if nothing was amiss the entire day, he went on if nothing was wrong or he did not feel that wrenching gut-twist in his stomach, but by the time that they came back from Essek's office-- he knew that he would have to tell his Pet where he would be this night and he was not looking forward to that at all; he would've much preferred to stay in his quarters and spend time with his Chathtiu. Bren would know something was up when Essek took out clothing for himself, but did not see to Bren's own dressing. As that had been a tradition that had been built up, it was odd. ]
I will be gone for a while this evening. It is the one night a month that I am contracted to spend with Adeen... [ He emphasized the word 'contracted' because this was assuredly not his choice in the matter. ] The Unseen Servants will see to your dinner, which I full expect you to eat at least a portion of. Do you happen to have enough books to occupy your time? [ likely asking this of someone who probably wouldn't be able to focus on food or books all evening with the revealing of Essek's unavoidable plans. ]
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So when he saw Essek setting out his clothes and noticed the distinct lack of an outfit for him, he was indeed curious.
When the drow explained the reasoning, Bren did not do a good job schooling his features. The distaste on his face was extremely obvious. No, dinner and books would both be neglected tonight in all likelihood, with his mind focused instead on his Master, knowing Essek's general displeasure with Adeen's existence.
So he nodded at the question about books, but much more importantly.]
...I do not want you to go.
[...he was pouting. Shh.]
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[ Essek noticed the fact that Bren was pouting just a little bit, his eyes soften even as he started to disrobe from his own everyday clothing to throw on robes, simple black garments that had no real decoration. In fact, they were completely set apart from what Essek normally did wear-- almost as if he was attending a funeral by Empire standards. ]
These are the only garments that I will wear for my monthly 'visits' to him-- that way I do not have to associate any other with his presence.
[ He stated visits like it was poison in his mouth, though he did reach over and lightly press his fingers against that jawline, running tips through bristles. ] You do not have to worry about me, Pet--
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He wrinkled his nose at the idea of these monthly visits as well. No, he didn't like that at all. This man that Essek was married to, who seemed so intent on making his Master feel less than he was -- which was something so absurdly out of Adeen's league that he by all rights shouldn't even be within sight of him.
Leaning into that touch, Bren sighed before stepping in closer to Essek, interrupting the dressing in favor of leaning close to nuzzle at the spot at the edge of Essek's jaw, just by his ear.]
I do not have to, but I will, regardless. And I will be waiting when you return.
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Except he knew that he was never in such a good state after such evenings.
He was almost embarrassed of the weakness at which Bren would see him in the hours afterwards. ] Thank you, I will look forward to that-- you may lay out bedclothes for me, for when I return.. and I will need a bath drawn almost immediately.
[ Because he could not prestidigitate the feeling that would be engendered by the entire encounter, only hot water would do. ]
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[Bren promised quietly, another nuzzle, another touch of his lips there. He would, of course, not do anything so devious as try to distract Essek and stall his leaving. Of course not.
Probably not.
He would, however, wrap his arms around the other man for what time he was allowed it before he had to release him back to dressing and getting ready to go meet Adeen. Beyond the distaste that he had for his Master's husband since their first meeting, a possessive streak had been growing in Bren. He knew it too, even if rationally he also knew that he had no right or reason or even justification for it. He belonged to Essek, yes, and always would, but the same was not true in reverse. He was a pet -- a pampered and spoiled one, yes, indulged and well-treated, but a slave and plaything nevertheless. He knew better than to hope for anymore than that.
It didn't make his general grumpiness at Adeen any better.]
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He did so, buttoning up the simple robe and then removing all earrings and decorations, nothing that Adeen could get his teeth into, nothing that he could grab. He understood the assignment and that was to make it so that Adeen had little to toy with; he did not want to be anything shiny.
He'd learn his lesson well. ]
Thank you.. [ He was ready, it was his goal to get things over with as quickly as possible. Essek walks over then to Bren and then brushes a soft kiss against the forehead, floating a little bit taller to facilitate that better ]
It will not be so long.
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[Bren informed him quietly, eyes shut for just a moment at that kiss to his forehead. He wished he could save Essek from this particular activity, but it was beyond his abilities. He'd be a restless thing the entire time, no doubt, but that was far better than having to deal with it directly as his Master did.
Still, aside from that lingering frown on his face, Bren would be a good and obedient pet and not make this more difficult for Essek than it already had to be. He would also likely be pacing around the room like a caged creature, but that wasn't important.]
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Friday Feels
It left quite a few harsh points within his mother, the Umavi until at which point it had been revealed that he was pregnant to which case suddenly he was given far more freedom and respect as one who entered into the rare Drow Male heat and therefore had at it's core of conception conceived a child. At first it had been alluded to being Adeen's child but Essek had lost no time in saying who the father was.
There was nothing to hide, was there? Not anymore, not where this was concerned.
Essek did not fear that his and Caleb's child would be looked down upon; in such a world even a male child born of such a rare event would be welcomed as if the very Luxon granted the boon itself, and as the father Caleb's treatment would become better-- better enough that he was allowed certain rights that were not normally given to slaves. He could go out unattended now if he wished and as long as he accorded due respect to those in power, there would be little problem.
As a request, Essek had cautioned Caleb to stay away from Adeen unless he was present.
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It was a rainy day when Essek went into labour, the midwife was called and then per ritual and tradition, Caleb was ceremoniously locked out of the room. This was after all a delicate matter and need not involve anyone else except for the mother and the midwife-- it would leave the other man likely pacing the corridoor of their shared residence.
The Unseen Servants moved in and out of the room carefully with towels, hot water, medicinal herbs but it was for the most part quiet. No screams and no cries came through even when the door opened, perhaps that would lessen the worry a little. And per respect, the midwife would duck her head out every hour on the hour (coincidentally the same midwife that had overseen their mating preparations) and inform him that there were no complications before ducking back inside.
Finally though after five hours, the midwife emerged with sweat beading her brow and giving Caleb a kindly smile. ]
~Your Mate has given birth to a beautiful girl child, you may go in and see them now.. they are resting but I know that your Mate will want to see you~
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His mate and his master, even if his own status seemed to have risen by virtue of the fact that he's the father of their unborn child. Being with Essek this way, being able to start this new life with the drow, as head over heels in love as he was with him, as thrilled as he was at the idea of a family it was the happiest he could remember being since he was a child, since he'd made his mistakes. Sometimes he worried he really didn't deserve it, still. That he was not worthy of this.
And yet, deserving or not didn't matter today. Nope. All that mattered was that Caleb was going utterly out of his mind with anxiety being shut out of the room. Pacing was right, pacing and fidgeting and pressing his ear to the door and trying to hear what was going on. The hours felt interminable, like they were stretched out beyond all measure.
When the door finally opened, he nearly jumped out of his skin.
"Then he is well? The baby is well? They are..." He peered over the midwife's shoulder before looking back to her. "Danke. Vielen Dank."
And with that he headed inside, so eager to see Essek. So eager to see their child. Their daughter.
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He heard the whisper of footsteps on rug as Caleb approached and he looked up.
A smile as he recognized his mate, curls damply clung to his face and he looked very sleepy but he was happy to see Caleb finally. "She is very beautiful.. come and crawl under the covers beside me, we can hold her together?"
After the last five hours, he was happy to see his mate but also he wanted to show him the tiny little bundle that they had both created, already he could see that perhaps the child would have her father's freckled pale complexion and puffs of orange hair was already evident, but those ears were tipped and pointed attesting to her drow heritage.
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This was about when Caleb started crying, quietly, eyes filling with silent tears that he could not hope to hold back. But that did not stop him from moving to join the other man on the bed. He settled himself beneath the covers, tucking himself close to Essek and looking down at the cooing little bundle in the drow's arms -- pale and ginger but with those unmistakably elven ears.
"She is perfect..." He sounded awestruck, and he looked up to Essek, reaching up to smooth back that sweat-damp hair from his forehead. "You are perfect. How are you feeling? Are you all right?"
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"It was nothing more than I expected; painful.. yes-- but worth it." Essek said as he ran a light thumb over her little cheek, seeing the warmth there and then he turned to look at Caleb and then paused there, seeing the blue eyes looking impossibly watery.
"Caleb.. my love-- why are you are crying?" he had never seen anyone cry because of happiness before so perhaps it was a bit perplexing to him although he settled into the circle of those arms and rested his head lightly against his Mate's and angled the baby so that she could rest in both their arms as if that could wipe those tears away.
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He looked up at the question, smiling a sheepish smile at the question. "I am crying because I am happy. Too happy to hold it all in, I think." It had to overflow somewhere, so the tears were inevitable. He turned his head to press a kiss to Essek's cheekbone, lingering there.
"She will need a name. Have you thought of one?"
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A hum, because this made him happy-- the love and joy in Caleb's eyes. He had seen him happy but right now he positively glowed and there was a selfish part of him that knew that he was the one who had given Caleb this happiness. Even though their first month had been his own selfish desires, it had unfurled like a fragrant blossom.
"I have not, I was hoping that you would help me name her?" Together.
And then Essek continued, "And what would you have her call you, in drow it is called "Ilharn" and I rather expect that she shall call me "Ilharni" which is mother, but.." and then his own shyness. "If there is something in your culture that you would like her to refer to you as?"
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"Ja, of course. We will think of something that suits her. Our precious little one." Theirs. Another surge of tears that he tried and failed to blink back.
He considered Essek's question though, looking down at the little bundle in their arms. "Vater means Father, but that is very formal. I think the better choice is Papa." And the thought of their little girl calling him Papa melted something in him irreversibly. "Ilharni," he echoed, tightening his arm around the drow. "You did so good. She is a wonder."
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