"Broken Shards"

[zauberdecke]

"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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[ausgebrannt]

[...Bren wasn't sure what it had to do with dressing at all, but hearing Essek tell him to lay down and point to the bed had him grateful for the skirt. He emphatically did not need a repeat of this morning, not sure if he could survive the shame (and arousal) of it twice in one day.

Once he shook himself from that new moment of mental glitching, he moved to lie back on his master's bed, watching the drow in curiosity. The trust was there enough that he would not hesitate or question it though.

Settling back, he propped himself up on his elbows so that he could continue watching Essek. He'd never worn makeup. This would be new for him, and he had not even considered what he was in for with how Essek intended to apply it.]

[zauberdecke]

[ The Mage Hand deposited his own cosmetic kit in his hand, and then with an enigmatic smile he started toward the bed in a manner that held purpose more than anything else, like a cat of prey and with his Pet cornered. Then he tossed the kit on the bed and then knee on the mattress, he started toward Bren via a rather dignified crawl.

This just felt the best way to go about it, but then he'd never done someone else make-up before.

Once there, he shifted to straddle a single one of Bren's thigh while he opened up the kit with a very deft lean, the brushes and such revealed to him. ] I think that eyeliner and lip-gloss, and a bit of eyeshadow-- that is all you really require.

[ He dragged the brush against the cream of the liner. ] This is traditional for most pets to be made up in such a way as this. [ Good thing for that skirt because Essek was settling back right against that thigh that was now straddled between his knees. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren could feel his heart try to leap into his throat while shunting all his blood to much lower climes as he watched Essek crawling towards him on the bed. This was a trial, wasn't it? It was a test, and he was immediately failing it. His breath caught in a silent gasp, blue eyes wide, looking every bit the cornered prey about to be devoured by this unfairly beautiful predator moving towards him.

He forced himself to take a breath, hoping that the dark fabric of the skirt and his master's focus on doing his makeup might keep him from being immediately noticed.

So he nodded quickly. Yes, eyeshadow and lip-gloss. Definitely.

He'd never worn makeup in his life, and he couldn't even begin to focus on that the way he could feel Essek sitting on his thigh. Breathe. Remember to breathe.]

[zauberdecke]

[ Oh Bren--

There was not very much that Essek did not notice; unfortunately for the Pet, the Master was not named Shadowhand just for amusements sake. He noticed things, it was what his entire occupation was. So he did perceive that tenting in the skirt, the way that the shape seemed to leave shadows that may not be so apparent standing up but which in this position was a beacon's alarm.

He leaned forward then, one forearm on the pillow next to Bren's head as he murmured encouragingly with the brush held brandished with the other. ] Eyes closed.

[ A little huff as he waited for Bren to carry out his order. ]

I may have to get you a muzzle, you are obedient but it appears that you are very frisky and have little control over your cock, mmmm? I will need something to keep it in place so we don't let all of Rosohna know what a filthy little Pet you are.

[ausgebrannt]

[There was a moment where Bren thought that he had gotten away with something this time. Essek leaned closer, and he watched with rapt blue eyes that were fixed on Essek's face in flustered awe. He obeyed, of course he obeyed, eyes falling shut. Hells, he even, for a moment, began to relax.

Then Essek kept speaking.

His eyes snapped back open immediately, face lighting up red as he stared at his master as if caught redhanded once more, misbehaving. Which, he had been. Just his hands were not the part of him that was red right now, were they? He lifted his hands to cover his face in embarrassment.

That was right. He had no control over his cock, and he was a terrible, filthy thing for it. For the thoughts he had, for what he'd done the night before and Essek still didn't even know about that part.]

Do not read yet, have to finish

[zauberdecke]

[ There had been a moment where Essek had been about to cast something that would've prevented Bren from covering his eyes. Perhaps because Essek was still doing a job in drawing those eyes, also because his Pet dare not cover his eyes in front of him- the audacity.

He wouldn't have raised his hand but his intent was to give Bren a firm reminder of who he belonged to, and a statement of rule in which Bren always meet his eyes even through the shame and embarassment of arousal. After all it was a bit intriguing to know he had that affect on Bren-kitten, maybe a bit flattering too.

But fate would have it that he never got the opportunity because there was a loud banging on his door, and a rough voice rising up to crest through.. annoyingly so and much to Essek's own displeasure. This set on Essek's lips a triage of curses, delicate and likely ones that Bren had not heard nor had cause to reference, but the tone of them was easy enough to guess. ]

~Zhah lil' lotha'valsharess kr'athin?>~

[ Another string of curses before Essek found his voice. ]

alu vith dosstan, Adeen

~Xal zil al, ol zhah naut zil ka dos orn, ohoho..~

[ Essek looked down at Bren with unreadable eyes. ] Hands away, Pet-- unfortunately brutes will be brutes and we are running on his so important time schedule. [ It was clear that Essek was not happy, that his entire mood went down the drain. ]

Belbau uns'aa szith, dos uncultured swine-- [ Came Essek's retort at the door in question. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren startled at the banging, lowering his hands to look at the door. He heard the cursing from his master, and even if he had not yet learned those words, there was no mistaking what they were and their tone. The voice through the doorway sent prickles of something terribly unpleasant through him, the bits of the sentences that he could make out were unkind and the tone was mocking.

And when he looked up at Essek and saw the change in his expression, the unmistakable displeasure, and something deeper he thought, a deep and abiding unhappiness, he could feel the urge rising to light something of this Adeen's on fire. Not a kind thought, but Bren was certain it would be deserved.

He lowered his hands the rest of the way. Any arousal he may have felt had utterly withered at this point in time, and as he watched the drow above him, his brow furrowed faintly in thought. Aware that touching without permission was strictly against the rules, Bren, for the first time, willfully chose to disobey, reaching up with tentative (slightly trembling) fingers to brush the back of his knuckles along his master's cheek, simultaneously mouthing a silent, 'I'm sorry' before his gaze darted to the door with a glower.]

[zauberdecke]

There is nothing for you to apologize for, Chathtiu.

[ Essek noticed the disobeying, except he had not given any command that he did not want to be touched, it was yet another way in which Bren seemed to be aware of the room in which he occupied; both mentally and physically. He allowed himself a little tsk underneath his breath, and then spoke out in Common, his voice raised slightly. ]

It's a shame when one has worse manners than an Empire Pet--

[ Then he leaned forward, slipping one hand underneath a shoulder while he applied the koi-liner to the very inner edge of Bren's eye and then precisely drew it out, though he already could see that he would have to apply some mascara to darken the ginger lashes out, he was close now-- so close to Bren, the space was like a razor's edge between them. ]

Be a Good Boy for me Bren, just like I know you can.

[ He crooned, his breath scenting of bermagot tea and lavender candies as it puffed against that cheek. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren stopped glowering at the door to look back to Essek with a flicker of a smile at the very obvious dig at Adeen in Common. He let his hand fall away and shut his eyes once more to let Essek tend to the makeup. He would be good, yes, as much as he could so as not to make this any more difficult for his master.

He could feel that breath against his skin, smell the soft, comforting scent of the drow, all of him so quickly becoming comfort, becoming safety. Bren knew he did not deserve anything so generous as a home, after how he had destroyed his own, but this was at least beginning to feel like some sort of place he might belong, owned thing that he was, pet and plaything -- and if he were given the chance, defender. He hated the way Essek's entire demeanor had changed when Adeen appeared, hells, even when he had spoken about the man. His husband.

The sound of his name though, that had his breath catching. Essek hadn't called him by name before, and Bren hadn't even been certain if anyone had bothered to tell his master what he was called. It hardly mattered, really. He didn't deserve a name, didn't deserve the name his parents had given him. Their little spark. But hearing it still tugged at something in his chest.]

[zauberdecke]

[ In the transitionary period, Essek had heard Bren called as such by Trent Ikithon; he knew the Pet's name but it seemed inconvenient most time to use it when he was attempting to create a barrier between them; not a very good one all told. But it felt appropriate to call Bren his name there in the comfort and safety of the room with Adeen right outside. It was a reward in a way, and yet it was even more than that-- an undefinable trust.

First one eye, and then the other-- drawing the lines of the eyes rather deftly, making the most perfect of cat lines that would accentuate the blue that were really quite lovely at this proximity.

Once that was done, there was the sweep of his thumbpad against the gold of some pigment and then gently he swept it just over the lids of Bren's eyes, first one and then the other in a ritualistic manner meant to be comforting and soothing. Already he could tell that this gold would go well with the colouring of Bren's-- and at this distance away, when Bren opened his eyes, he would be able to tell that Essek's eyes were the same but in a silver hue.

Finally, he reached for the gloss, he swirled his index finger into the cream and then he settled in closer while he lightly pressed the tip and slid it first on the upper mouth, and then almost erotically to slide along the plush lower lip. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren tried to hold still as possible while Essek tended to the cosmetics. This was so new to him, and he'd never considered makeup before, but it was far from unpleasant. Essek's touch was gentle, and the Zemnian wizard-turned-pet basked in the gentle contact, the proximity.

The touch was comforting, and Bren found himself hoping there was reason for him to be made up regularly.

When that finger slid along his upper lip, his eyes fluttered open to watch, trying to calm the way his heart decided to kick up into a faster beat. It was an erotic touch, without a doubt, but it was the casual intimacy of it that tried to steal Bren's ability to breathe and to think straight.

Thankfully his cock was still quite dissuaded from stirring at the memory of Adeen's voice, so he was saved further embarrassment there. But instead he tilted his chin up and pressed a soft, fleeting kiss pressed against that fingertip, a small, sweet act of devotion, an unspoken, silent vesper.]

[zauberdecke]

[ And now it was Essek who's heart stopped.

It was the touch of mouth against his fingertip that did it; he paused though he kept his fingertip there; and for a moment Bren could see that an entire range of emotions crossed over it, confusion, tenderness and perhaps even a shadow of indignance from a man who was set to be this man's Owner. And all of those caused his brain to short circuit only a little bit, so much that it took another half a second for him to start breathing again. ] Ah, I think that you are almost.. an.. done--

[ He brought himself back up, perhaps a bit shakily as the intimacy managed to coax a response out of him that was far different from any other response that had existed. It was the gentleness encased in cerulean blue eyes, it was such devotion.

It was no wonder that there were some pet owners that became overly fond. ] A few more minutes and Adeen will be banging on the door again, the swine.

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren only seemed to realize what he'd done once he'd done it, but he didn't quite regret it. He wasn't certain what to make of Essek's reaction to it, to the flurry of emotions that he saw in those incandescent eyes. Had he overstepped? Probably, but he thought he'd likely do it again in the same circumstances.

Then Essek was moving away, and breaking the spell of the moment, at least for the time being.

A little nod, and he sat up slowly. Almost done? He tilted his head curiously, wondering what was left. He perched at the edge of Essek's bed for a moment, watching the drow and waiting to be told what Essek wanted of him. ...that didn't stop him from wrinkling his nose at the mention of Adeen. Bren had never laid eyes on Essek's husband, but he already hated the man.]

[zauberdecke]

[ the gesture had moved him in such a way that he barely knew how to process it; he was no good at emotions and perhaps that was just because he had grown up in a society that was largely non-dependant upon such things. Deep inside, that confusion was that he liked that touch-- the way that those eyes looked at him with such concern, and annoyance because he should not want that at all. 115 years of clinical Dynasty upbringing had taught him better.

And there was his Empire Pet providing some sort of basic need that probably he should not be, that was unlooked for-- and then there was Adeen, he could hear him cooling his heels in front of the door like some yokel from Jigow. ]

Comb, I need a comb. [ The sound of him rummaging around in the drawers of his vanitybbecame an entire ordeal, the thing was that he very rarely needed a comb for obvious reasons having to do with prestidigitate.. wait.

This Pet had him flustered, he closed the door and came back to Bren with purpose. ] Magic will do...

[ the cool scent of snow and jasmine as Essek used his cantrip to straighten out those locks of hair, around the back where he'd laid down on it and then also around the edges so that they formed a fall over the temple-- trying not to percieve how attractive his Pet was, how he was radiating something infinitely craveable. ]

Perhaps, you will learn how I present you and you will be able to do these tasks on your own, if and until you do then I will assist, yes.

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren was entirely unaware of the inner turmoil that he had plunged his master into. He watched though, and could notice that Essek seemed a bit less poised and put together than he was used to seeing the drow. He assumed it was Adeen's lingering and unpleasant presence outside the door that was unsettling his master, and that only made his growing distaste for Essek's husband grow.

He was startled from his mental wonderings at how vile this Adeen must truly be by the touch of magic, the sorting of his hair. ...prestidigitation was another cantrip he'd never bothered to learn. Why exactly was an excellent question, really.

A nod in agreement, though if Bren were being honest with himself he enjoyed the attention a little too much and would have very little motivation to actually learn how to sort his own makeup and hair. But he would try, since that was what his master wished, and he wanted Essek's approval even more than he wanted the attention. Better that he could be a good boy for him.

Especially when he knew he was not good, not deserving by nature. That guilt still itched at the back of his brain, the knowledge that he deserved to be punished, not pampered.]

[zauberdecke]

[ For how good that Bren was being, Essek resolved to spend a little bit of time tonight working on the collar, after he got home from the event. He never stayed late to these functions because they drained him, and right now Bren was looking at him with such devotion in his eyes that he couldn't help but desire to reward him-- unknowing of the tendrils of guilt that drove the Pet onward. ]

I think that you are good right now.

[ Essek said this with an indulgent smile before he turned to pick up the leash that he had folded up on the little trunk at the foot of the bed, right near Bren's cot, and then he leaned over to very quickly clip it into the o-ring there. ]

Shall we go then? Face Adeen and his own Pet? [ He did not want to, honestly-- but it was a requirement and there was no getting out of it. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren held still while the leash was clipped to his harness. There was that faint flush of shame at himself for taking to being someone's pet quite so well, but it was this man, and that made all the difference. If anything, Bren felt rather proud of the fact that somehow he'd found his way to being the pet of someone as kind and brilliant and beautiful as the Shadowhand.

He ducked his head in acknowledgment at the question. Time to go. He glanced briefly in the direction of his notebook, because he had things to say about Adeen, but those could wait for now. There was not time to discuss. They had to be going.

Admittedly, he was curious about the other man's pet at least somewhat. He'd seen other pets during their outing this morning, and their treatment certainly seemed to vary significantly, especially when he considered his own thus far.]

[zauberdecke]

[ There was a reassuring smile before Essek tugged on the leash and then led in in the direction of the door though he did not open the door himself-- the Unseen Servants did that for him, pulling it open to reveal a drow man clad in House Thelyss regalia, garments of a more masculine cut then Essek's; his hair was long and straight, and he had dark red eyes and a fairly pinched nose; there was something a bit brutish about him; certainly nothing close to the graceful delicacy of Essek.

Beside him a blond woman with dark green eyes, hair caught up in high ponytail and wearing a collar in much the same fashion. Her own clothing though was not as fine as Bren's was, it was a simple diaphanous tunic in lavender, with non-ornamented belted accessories; by age-- she looked to be around in her mid-thirties.

She was also crouching. ]

~lil' frigid Quarval-sharess morfethe ukt entrance--~

frigid zhah fridj jalbyr xan'ss whol naut wanting ulu inbal intercourse xuil dos?

[ And so it began, poor Bren would have to hear this in the carriage ride. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren did not bother to hide the fact that he was sizing up Adeen once the other drow appeared, and the measure that he took of the other man was not a positive one. Perhaps it would have been proper to keep his eyes downturned, to try to appear just as subservient as he had to Essek.

He didn't. Not once the sniping started back and forth between the two of them. There was already something protective simmering in Bren for his master. His gaze strayed to the other pet, though his expression a great deal more curious than disapproving in her instance.

Tucking himself close just behind and to the side of Essek, he waited for his master to lead him to where they were headed.]

[zauberdecke]

[ The air was tense between husband and wife it would appear, and Essek's fingers reflexively closed around the leash that he held as if it was a lifeline that was meant to give him some sort of peace of mind; this was another side of Essek-- a cold piece of ice, not even a shred of warmth. To have it directionalized toward one would surely cause a deep freeze that would seep into bones.

Thankfully it was not directed at Bren, no-- he was well out of the line of chill touch, but there was Adeen's scrutinous gaze to content with, and Tesleen's shy but meek expression, nodding to Bren but nothing more than that.. likely fear of displeasing her Master. ]

~Uk zhah mzilt ichl impudent, dos zhal'la inbal ukta harl'il'cik~

[ And then Essek's own carefully neutral reply as he started with Bren down the steps, a directive tug with the leash and harness ] Zil verve zil usstan shlu'ta float, uk zhah ula vel'klar uk zhah--

[ a pitched remark at Adeen left in the wake, this time in common ] You really must be a coward to believe height has anything to do with the ability to wield power. [ a sideways glance at Bren before he lead the both of them out to the carriage, a ensemble in silver and purples, with lanterns that glowed with green luminescent fire. ]

Help me into the Carriage, Pet-- [ a well modulated demand that he knew that the other man would fufill with flying colours, his hand offered to the other. At the very least as one born into Den Thelyss, he was prioritized thus would naturally enter rooms, carriages and venues first. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Tense and uncomfortable, and Bren could not yet understand Undercommon to any fluent extent, but he could pull some of those words enough to guess at the general gist of what was being said. He made no indication that he comprehended any of it, however, not really. Maybe he stood up that much taller when followed along after his master as Essek led him off, not bothering to pay attention to anything other than the Shadowhand now.

Adeen did not matter, except that he was very clearly a thorn in his master's side.

Bren did not hesitate to take the drow's hand, to help him climb into the carriage, dutiful as ever. He wondered though how Essek had found himself married to that churl of a man, as it certainly seemed as it was not something that he was at all pleased about. There must be reasons, of course. If Bren had come to understand one thing, it was that his master did not act without reason. Once Essek was settled, Bren would wait to be beckoned inside to join him.]

[zauberdecke]

Come, Pet. Quickly--

[ Essek had settled himself against the purple squabs of the seat and then motioned for Bren to come up to join him. There was Adeen bearing down, but he would have Bren come into the carriage first and foremost; before Adeen could push the other man aside (which from the looks of it, he was about ready to do some shoving if he reached the steps in time.

Any chance to humiliate Adeen-- this was not a marriage he had wanted but he certainly was not going to make it comfortable by any stretch of the imagination. ] Your place is at my side, curled up.

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren did not hesitate once the words were spoken, slipping into the carriage before Adeen had a chance to climb in ahead of him. He did not need to be told twice to settle as Essek's side. At all. In fact, he was entirely too pleased to curl up and make himself comfortable, so that when Adeen did make his way into the carriage, he'd find Essek and his new pet already in place.

With Bren rather brazenly resting his head against Essek's thigh.

Bren had never really been the territorial type, while not meek before he'd been shattered, was never particularly aggressive, always more thoughtful and circumspect. For this though, he would make an exception.]

[zauberdecke]

[ For a moment there was the barest hint of fondness that managed to pierce that cold, enough that Essek's hand came carefully to rest against the very top of Bren's head, his fingers slowly stroking in a methodical way. In a way, in this moment, Bren was a self-care Pet-- perhaps even emotional support. It was certainly enough for there to be a marked huff and sneer when Adeen entered the carriage and settled in on the bench opposite. ]

~You'll spoil that filthy Empire Mutt..~

I do not think that is any of your business how I attend to my Pet, I do not make calls on your Pet aside from making sure that she does not enter any of my public domains, and I think that is perfectly reasonable.

[ By Essek's way of thinking, he could do anything he wanted to his pet right here and right now and Adeen could not do anything about it.

And yes, Essek's hand still continued to stroke. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren's eyes fell half shut as that hand rested atop his head, the fingers stroking over his hair the approval that he needed. Though once Adeen had entered and spoke, he opened his eyes and looked a Adeen as if he was picturing pushing him out of the carriage if he annoyed his master too much.

It was enough for him to focus on that he'd nearly forgotten his anxiety over the event that they were headed to. Bren had never been the extroverted type (though when he'd still had a voice, he could talk for hours with the right sort of company, about magic or books or history or cats) and he was still very much a fish out of water, uncertain of his new role, in a strange country. Essek was there, of course, so it would be fine.

Wouldn't it? All he had to do was obey, was to be the good, submissive, subservient pet that his master wished him to be.]