A Snake Deserves No Pity
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
4,490
Reviews:
21
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
2
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Those Cold Winter Nights
Winter seemed to have hastened its arrival so much that year, it was almost impossible to see where Autumn ended and the coldest season of the year began. The maids and servants all smiled and nodded as they passed one another in the hallway, but there was a rush of concern throughout all of them for the wellbeing of the Master. All of his employees had a motherly streak; stereotypical to the more feminine gender. A great deal of his employees were female, and the few that weren’t tended to be more feminine than most. Of course there were the handful of those that were brawny and bronzed from laboring outside or stood erect at the gates or lounged in back rooms discussing defense issues, but they were rarely called to the master’s side. This wasn’t because of the usual reason for having so many feminine employees; oh no. Quite the opposite, really.
It was a well known fact that many lords and noblemen employed female staff in order to leer at them contentedly as they worked, more often than not attempting to blackmail them into their beds with threats of firing them. The master of this particular household was quite different. His servants all knew that the master preferred his own gender more than the fairer sex, and many of the females adored him for this fact. It was also known that a great many moons had filled and faded in the night sky since the master had last bedded a lover. He was quite the recluse; lounging in his back room day after day, brooding the time away in the library or his dark room. Now that it was winter, his greatly loved garden was by no means a fit place for him to reside. Low temperatures were deadly for reptiles after all.
The snake. The deadly poisoner. The ruthless, man-eating murderer. Watch out for him; if he comes slithering along on his long, slimy body when you’re in his path, he’ll snatch you up and drink your blood, draining you drop by drop until you’re as dead as a doornail and he can swallow you whole. The rumors were endless; each one far more exaggerated than the last. Anyone who knew the master would disagree heartily, but these people were more likely to fume in silence these days, especially since the neighboring villagers didn’t take kindly to ‘Snake Lovers’. The master was bound to hear them, but not a single one of his workers could say if they bothered the man in the slightest. As the cold wind rattled the windowpane of the large mansion, the maid glanced up at the ceiling as it creaked quietly above her. For a moment, her brows knitted and a look of concern flashed across her face, but with a small sigh she returned her gaze to the long corridor ahead of her and she began to tread towards the washing room, the pile of linen folded neatly in her arms.
Klaviere sighed as he settled back against the long couch, his tail half coiled on the cushion with the end trailing lazily upon the wooden floorboards. His long red hair was beginning to fade to a light brown, as it usually did during the winter. His tail, which was a startling scarlet in the summer was also beginning to dim alongside his hair, the scales glowing dully from the light of the fireplace. His golden grey eyes rested on the flickering flames, half closed from the heat as his hands rested on his belly. A long robe made of grey silk covered his arms, retaining his body heat without being too warm for him, as it was highly important he kept a good body temperature.
Klaviere was bored, alongside many things. Some of them included being sad, tired, stressed, restricted, and the biggest one of all – lonely. Many months had passed since he’d last had a warm being curled in his arms for him to hold; a great many more since a similar warmth had curled beside him on his mattress. His workers were all very understanding that he was restless because of this, but that simply wasn’t enough. He wanted to howl in the complete and utter tediousness of the whole situation. Each day dragged on just like the other. As it was winter, there was little chance of him being visited, and even in the summer it was beginning to dwindle into nonexistence. He could remember days when entire villages would knock upon his door for help or advice, or merely to offer him comfort and friendship. He used to host the most beautiful festivals, complete with fireworks and music and dancing and laughter. It was a long time since there had been a joyous occasion for him.
The last of the evening light was beginning to fade. He was often most active during the night time, but recently he hadn’t had the energy to go slithering through his hallways to the music rooms or the libraries. He barely left his room, other than to eat and go to one of the massive bathrooms. His eyes were beginning to fall heavy from the heat of the fire, his brain idly wishing that someone might knock upon his door and ask for help from the forest god. He snorted sarcastically to himself as he curled up, exhausted from pure idleness.
Yeah, right. Like that was going to happen.
A/N: Ok, so this was a pretty small start, but the next chapter will be much longer, promise! Please review, if you can, even if it's just to say hello. I appreciate every single review I get. Thank you so much!
It was a well known fact that many lords and noblemen employed female staff in order to leer at them contentedly as they worked, more often than not attempting to blackmail them into their beds with threats of firing them. The master of this particular household was quite different. His servants all knew that the master preferred his own gender more than the fairer sex, and many of the females adored him for this fact. It was also known that a great many moons had filled and faded in the night sky since the master had last bedded a lover. He was quite the recluse; lounging in his back room day after day, brooding the time away in the library or his dark room. Now that it was winter, his greatly loved garden was by no means a fit place for him to reside. Low temperatures were deadly for reptiles after all.
The snake. The deadly poisoner. The ruthless, man-eating murderer. Watch out for him; if he comes slithering along on his long, slimy body when you’re in his path, he’ll snatch you up and drink your blood, draining you drop by drop until you’re as dead as a doornail and he can swallow you whole. The rumors were endless; each one far more exaggerated than the last. Anyone who knew the master would disagree heartily, but these people were more likely to fume in silence these days, especially since the neighboring villagers didn’t take kindly to ‘Snake Lovers’. The master was bound to hear them, but not a single one of his workers could say if they bothered the man in the slightest. As the cold wind rattled the windowpane of the large mansion, the maid glanced up at the ceiling as it creaked quietly above her. For a moment, her brows knitted and a look of concern flashed across her face, but with a small sigh she returned her gaze to the long corridor ahead of her and she began to tread towards the washing room, the pile of linen folded neatly in her arms.
Klaviere sighed as he settled back against the long couch, his tail half coiled on the cushion with the end trailing lazily upon the wooden floorboards. His long red hair was beginning to fade to a light brown, as it usually did during the winter. His tail, which was a startling scarlet in the summer was also beginning to dim alongside his hair, the scales glowing dully from the light of the fireplace. His golden grey eyes rested on the flickering flames, half closed from the heat as his hands rested on his belly. A long robe made of grey silk covered his arms, retaining his body heat without being too warm for him, as it was highly important he kept a good body temperature.
Klaviere was bored, alongside many things. Some of them included being sad, tired, stressed, restricted, and the biggest one of all – lonely. Many months had passed since he’d last had a warm being curled in his arms for him to hold; a great many more since a similar warmth had curled beside him on his mattress. His workers were all very understanding that he was restless because of this, but that simply wasn’t enough. He wanted to howl in the complete and utter tediousness of the whole situation. Each day dragged on just like the other. As it was winter, there was little chance of him being visited, and even in the summer it was beginning to dwindle into nonexistence. He could remember days when entire villages would knock upon his door for help or advice, or merely to offer him comfort and friendship. He used to host the most beautiful festivals, complete with fireworks and music and dancing and laughter. It was a long time since there had been a joyous occasion for him.
The last of the evening light was beginning to fade. He was often most active during the night time, but recently he hadn’t had the energy to go slithering through his hallways to the music rooms or the libraries. He barely left his room, other than to eat and go to one of the massive bathrooms. His eyes were beginning to fall heavy from the heat of the fire, his brain idly wishing that someone might knock upon his door and ask for help from the forest god. He snorted sarcastically to himself as he curled up, exhausted from pure idleness.
Yeah, right. Like that was going to happen.
A/N: Ok, so this was a pretty small start, but the next chapter will be much longer, promise! Please review, if you can, even if it's just to say hello. I appreciate every single review I get. Thank you so much!