"Time"
A rebellious blond.
The blond was such a problem, for everyone. He didn't like being subjected to anything.
Slavery was not meant for him.
When he was challenged, he responded, hot headed, and defiant.
He was sold to the palace, where he would be tamed.
And he was beginning to simmer down, thanks to kind people.
But he met the high priest.
That arrogant CEO, everything about him caused flames in the blond's self.
Soft spoken, and cold, everything about him caused flames in the blond's self.
Nothing went as planned. It all went from insults to silence to civilized.
No priest ever speaks to a servant.
The blonde missed the insults, he missed when things were simpler.
The slave was not supposed to feel those ways.
When the blond boy arrived once at the brunette's home, he was overwhelmed.
The servant had checked up on the high priest, to make sure his bed was suitable, as it was his duty.
The blond kept telling himself that his feelings were one-sided.
No priest would even talk to a servant.
No insults, only confusion.
No priest was supposed to do that.
The next day, insults were harsher, and the blond became more depressed.
Why would the priest do this to him? He was a servant, he was in no position to be interrogating the high priest, but he wanted to. He wanted to know why the brunette would treat him like this.
Because the CEO was just that, a CEO. Much higher up on the food chain then an ex-gangster.
Much, much higher up then a simple servant. If the brunette wanted, he could easily sell the slave.
Two nights later, everything repeated itself.
The priest told the servant to be at his chambers, where he would kiss the blond, worship him. All of this was blasphemy. The priest. No priest was supposed to do that.
The next day, the insults were back, making the blond cringe.
Why not run away? Why not end this?
Their meetings became more often. The CEO was so caring, when the moonlight hit his cerulean eyes, they glowed with warmth.
But before Ra even rose to greet the day, the priest kicked the blond out into the cold of dawn. He was instructed not to come back until the priest requested it.
Why not run away? Why not end this?
The priest never once proclaimed his love.
The CEO never said a thing on the subject.
But the blond love him. Everything the priest put him through, the loss of his innocence, the drain of confidence, everything. He still loved him, but everything the priest put him through… he would never tell him.
The brunette would break his heart. Even more then it already was.
No priest was expected to love a servant.
One night, when the CEO called the blond, asking for him to keep him company, the blond refused.
He was busy, he had much better things to do then keep that damned priest company. He was sick of being used.
The CEO sought him out.
The priest found him, hanging clothing in the palace yard. The blond did not lie about being busy, but that didn't keep the priest from striking the blond.
He didn't know what to think, as he tenderly touched his cheek.
The priest saw the tears welling in his warm eyes.
The brunette dropped down to the blond and wrapped his arms around the shaking figure, immediately regretting his actions. Why would the cold hearted business man react like this?
"I love you, Ra damn it."
In case you didn't figure it out, the phrases in italics are set in Ancient Egypt, the regular ones are present day. This is just a comparison between my imagined Seto/Set's and Jou's relationship.
Just a little piece of fluff I thought of this morning :D
