Twisted
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,429
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Twisted
Twisted
It fell...like rain...washing over me in little droplets of crimson. So beautiful...so soothing...warm...something I had not felt in...Centuries. I smiled...and I spun in this heaven I created, tasted it, smelled it, relished in it, I would rather bathe in blood than water. And then...as quickly as it came...it vanished....like all dreams do when you awaken, and I sat in my cold hay bed as the rain pounded on the roof top above me.
I ran a hand through my silver hair, frowning as my fingers caught themselves in a knot, and I pulled my hand through ignoring the slight pinch of pain as my hair was pulled, I repeated the action combing my hair the best I could under the circumstances. I stood up, clad in only a pair of torn and dirty pants, of course along with the shackles on my wrist, in which was chained to the centre of the floor. I was held prisoner... for crimes that I've done so long ago I can hardly remember them, that didn't stop them from remembering.
Oh well what can one do?, escape?...well what's the fun in that?... besides I had a job to do...I am the greatest assassin after all, it isn't my fault that once again I must kill a man from this same family, it's my job that's all I'm good for anyway.
I looked out my barred window, trying to ignore the smell of my own waste in the far corner, watching the rain fall....I remember when I was younger...such a long time ago...when my father used to come outside with my sister and I and dance in the rain with us before he would take my hand and say.
"Resolute, think of every rain drop as your future, you don't know where the next one will land, or how fast or hard it will...but you know it's coming...undefined...but real" I remember those times, when I was Prince Resolute Taichi Frost of Wynter...but those days are long lost... forgotten as am I.
I turn as the tell tale squeak of my cell door was heard and I was met with a guard, nor more the age of eighteen, green eyes in which reminded me of my father's still held an innocence that I haven't seen in so long....and in which I want to rip away.
"You, here" ah the two vocabulary rule, you're not supposed to talk to the prisoners, no matter how attracted you are to them, I walked over to him neutrally taking the tray away from him, brushing my hands across his own, I was almost a foot taller than him, being at 6'8 I was taller than most and I looked down at him, watching his tanned cheeks burn red at my closeness. He averted my stare and backed away and I smiled, I've always known I was intimidating... but this was too amusing to let up. I placed my tray down on the floor, before walking closer to him, only to be stopped by my chains... retched pieces of metal, I met his stare and he turned redder as he attempted to get out of my cell as quickly as possible.
"Don't go" I say softly, my voice so unused it hurt to talk, I cleared my throat smiling "stay, enjoy me...I would love to enjoy you" the words came smoothly enough, and I could just taste his arousal from here, no I was not gay...nor was I straight... I had no preference really so you couldn't say I was bisexual since I prefer neither yet I prefer both. I watched him struggle for words and I could almost see his brain click for him to speak.
"That is..." I smiled cutting him off brushing my waist length hair from off my shoulder, my hair was one reason as to why I was mistaken to be weak...a man should not have hair as long as a woman's, but it was tradition in my family...I would never cut my hair...it would be like cutting off my manhood.
"Not allowed? I have done many things that are...not allowed I don't think this one small gesture will hurt" ...much. I almost grinned as he stepped toward me hesitantly...and the moment he was in arms reach and pulled him flush against me. I leaned down feeling his breathing pick up, his eyes wide with shock and desire. I kissed him slowly, coaxing him to follow my movements until his body responded, he was so innocent...I want to crush it down to his very soul. I deepened this kiss and felt him shiver as my tongue expertly searched his mouth, tasting his innocence.
"Hey! what are you doing" fuck...I was pushed away by the young guard, his face flushed, his armor and shirt pushed open... flawless skin...he had never even been in a battle. And I was punched, and I laughed as he ran out of the cell almost crashing into the guard that had disrupted us. The door slammed shut and I heard the elder guard muttering something about, disgusting men and I laughed harder. It felt...good to laugh...I haven't in so long... picking up my tray I walked over to my window and ate the dry bread and tasteless stew they had given me. Before I choked as I saw in the rain, standing as if she owned the land, a woman...I could not see her face...but I just knew... somehow I knew.
My sister had come for me
It fell...like rain...washing over me in little droplets of crimson. So beautiful...so soothing...warm...something I had not felt in...Centuries. I smiled...and I spun in this heaven I created, tasted it, smelled it, relished in it, I would rather bathe in blood than water. And then...as quickly as it came...it vanished....like all dreams do when you awaken, and I sat in my cold hay bed as the rain pounded on the roof top above me.
I ran a hand through my silver hair, frowning as my fingers caught themselves in a knot, and I pulled my hand through ignoring the slight pinch of pain as my hair was pulled, I repeated the action combing my hair the best I could under the circumstances. I stood up, clad in only a pair of torn and dirty pants, of course along with the shackles on my wrist, in which was chained to the centre of the floor. I was held prisoner... for crimes that I've done so long ago I can hardly remember them, that didn't stop them from remembering.
Oh well what can one do?, escape?...well what's the fun in that?... besides I had a job to do...I am the greatest assassin after all, it isn't my fault that once again I must kill a man from this same family, it's my job that's all I'm good for anyway.
I looked out my barred window, trying to ignore the smell of my own waste in the far corner, watching the rain fall....I remember when I was younger...such a long time ago...when my father used to come outside with my sister and I and dance in the rain with us before he would take my hand and say.
"Resolute, think of every rain drop as your future, you don't know where the next one will land, or how fast or hard it will...but you know it's coming...undefined...but real" I remember those times, when I was Prince Resolute Taichi Frost of Wynter...but those days are long lost... forgotten as am I.
I turn as the tell tale squeak of my cell door was heard and I was met with a guard, nor more the age of eighteen, green eyes in which reminded me of my father's still held an innocence that I haven't seen in so long....and in which I want to rip away.
"You, here" ah the two vocabulary rule, you're not supposed to talk to the prisoners, no matter how attracted you are to them, I walked over to him neutrally taking the tray away from him, brushing my hands across his own, I was almost a foot taller than him, being at 6'8 I was taller than most and I looked down at him, watching his tanned cheeks burn red at my closeness. He averted my stare and backed away and I smiled, I've always known I was intimidating... but this was too amusing to let up. I placed my tray down on the floor, before walking closer to him, only to be stopped by my chains... retched pieces of metal, I met his stare and he turned redder as he attempted to get out of my cell as quickly as possible.
"Don't go" I say softly, my voice so unused it hurt to talk, I cleared my throat smiling "stay, enjoy me...I would love to enjoy you" the words came smoothly enough, and I could just taste his arousal from here, no I was not gay...nor was I straight... I had no preference really so you couldn't say I was bisexual since I prefer neither yet I prefer both. I watched him struggle for words and I could almost see his brain click for him to speak.
"That is..." I smiled cutting him off brushing my waist length hair from off my shoulder, my hair was one reason as to why I was mistaken to be weak...a man should not have hair as long as a woman's, but it was tradition in my family...I would never cut my hair...it would be like cutting off my manhood.
"Not allowed? I have done many things that are...not allowed I don't think this one small gesture will hurt" ...much. I almost grinned as he stepped toward me hesitantly...and the moment he was in arms reach and pulled him flush against me. I leaned down feeling his breathing pick up, his eyes wide with shock and desire. I kissed him slowly, coaxing him to follow my movements until his body responded, he was so innocent...I want to crush it down to his very soul. I deepened this kiss and felt him shiver as my tongue expertly searched his mouth, tasting his innocence.
"Hey! what are you doing" fuck...I was pushed away by the young guard, his face flushed, his armor and shirt pushed open... flawless skin...he had never even been in a battle. And I was punched, and I laughed as he ran out of the cell almost crashing into the guard that had disrupted us. The door slammed shut and I heard the elder guard muttering something about, disgusting men and I laughed harder. It felt...good to laugh...I haven't in so long... picking up my tray I walked over to my window and ate the dry bread and tasteless stew they had given me. Before I choked as I saw in the rain, standing as if she owned the land, a woman...I could not see her face...but I just knew... somehow I knew.
My sister had come for me