Threads and Wine
Aldous awoke in her throne, a blanket was drape over him, and three pillows were tucked sweetly around his body and under his head. He lifted himself up, sitting with his legs pulled up to his chest. The throne room was empty and quiet, very quiet. He was alone, but that was okay, he liked alone. Adlous placed his chin on his knees, his eyes closed gently. He was alone and he was safe. Then the echoey sound of heels clicked into the room and Aldous gripped the blanket tight but then another form came into view. It wasn't her, it was someone else. He walked half way across, and then looked at him. His head quirked, then the figure started coming closer. adlous shrunk, he wanted to run but found his legs were not working. The troll grew in size, his heels clicked so loudly, louder than the queens. He walked all the way up to him until his tall form lingered over his body. The troll lent down, his hands on hips. Two large scars were gashed over his face, his eyes were a slanted and he smelled faintly of grease.
"Ay you, I'm supposed to take you to get some cloth own yer back…I'm Dune or Dualscar if ya wish…" dune ruffled his short hair, he pinched his fingers together afterwards, his face contorting in disgust. "Greasy lad, aren't you…" He mumbled to himself and grabbed Aldous hand; slowly he pulled him from the throne, his thick lips grinning. He winced, his throat clenched as a whimper shuddered out. Dune pulled him closer, letting him lean against his hip. "I know it hurts…" Aldous looked up at him, his form swayed. "But you have to tough it out…queen likes her men tough yeah?" He smiled at him; it made him feel just a little better than before.
Dune allowed him to lean against him as they walked. His hands gripped into his leg pants, his head rested on his hip. The floor was icy against his bare feet, but the tall body check to him was, cooler, but still comforting against his sore body. They walked for what seemed like an hour to him, but he was certain it was only because his muscles were hurting and the hive he was taken to was so large. Then they approached a door, he stepped away, letting go of Dune. The sea dweller patted his head and opened the door. He walked in and glanced back at Aldous. Slowly the younger troll walked forward, he peaked inside and sighed when he saw it was as scary as he fear. It was a giant room, with a large ablution trap in the center and what seemed to be an even bigger closet space tucked away in the back.
He stepped in; Dune touched his shoulder and pointed to the closet space. "go right over yonder, I'll be right behind you." Aldous did what he said and walked to the closet space, he looked up the wardrobe, his lisp parting with awe because colours were so bright. Dune touched the top of his head, Aldous jumped slightly but settled back to a calm state. "Choose your clothes yeah?" Aldous looked through the outfits, his lips pursed out as he thought. He came across a pair of black pants with bright purple and red spots covering them. Aldous pulled them down, removing them for the hanger, then he continued looking and came across and a grey Tunic with pink stripes. He loved the colors, they were bright and pretty, it made him happy somehow. Aldous looked back at Dune who was filling up the ablution trap, he didn't look as kind now. His expression was tense and hard, like he didn't want to be there. Aldous's felt his heart sink.
Dune looked at him and smiled, "That's it then? Bit goofy but to reach yer own yeah." The violet blood waved him over; Aldous come, holding the clothes tight to his chest. Dune grasped his clothes, gently pulling them from his arm. "before you can wear em, you got to get clean…" Aldous looked at the ablution trap, the water was steaming and it looked comforting. Dune grabbed his shirt by the hem and lifted it up and over his head. He dropped it to the ground, "pants?" Aldous pushed his pants down, the air was cool and rushed over his skin, making goosebumps appear where it cooled him. Slowly he crawled into the water; he smiled softly to himself because the hot water felt as good as he was thinking it would. Dune threw a close container into the ablution trap; it splashed water on his face but then sunk to the bottom. Aldous grabbed it and looked at the higher blood. "It's soap; you know how to wash yea?" He quirked his head and head the container awkwardly.
Sighing, Dune walked over and took the soap bottle; he popped it open and poured some of the thick pink liquid into his hand. The martial oozed over his gold rings; the he sat on the side of the ablution trap and placed his hand on Adlous's forhead. "want ya to lean back and wet your hair." The sea-dweller pushed back and Aldous followed his movement, letting his thick short hair become wet all the way to the scalp. Then he was lifted back up by the back of his neck and then Dune slid his hand through his hair and scrubbed it gently into his dark locks. "Like that, try it." Dualscar washed his hands clean of the soap and Aldous did as he was shown, scrubbing the soap deep into his hair until it started to foam up. His bath was like that the entire time, duen would soap up his hands and show him how to scrub his skin clean, and then he would let Aldous do it himself.
