punnish: (idle punderings)
Kavi. ([personal profile] punnish) wrote2017-03-28 07:29 pm

sweet tangerine,

By the time the atmosphere of merriment from the festival--not to mention the drink--fades from his mind, Kittos is kneeling in front of the altar, wrists bound behind his back.

His cheeks are burning with rage and shame (which probably just looks like an attractive blush). He should have known the way the townspeople treated him was too good to be true. Of course they chose the useless bard, the orphan no one will miss, as an expendable sacrifice. He shouldn't have expected any better.

(The truth doesn't occur to him: they simply thought he was the most handsome virgin youth available.)

"If you're going to try to kill me," he says to the altar, "get on with it! I'm ready to fight!"

He says this even though he's obviously not ready to fight: on his knees, hands bound, dressed in nothing but breezy pale silks and some jewelry.
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[personal profile] fungusamongus 2017-04-11 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
Mm, no. I believe you are grossly mistaken. Your life here is forfeit to me. It is mine, and I shall keep it. However, I could be convinced to allow you a life here if you serve me. Your duties won't encompass even the majority of your day, but you cannot leave the temple.

[The warmth and comfort of her closeness no longer embrace him as she allows him to feel what it's like without her to provide it. He becomes exposed yet again to the chill of the air.]