Title: Dreams and Nightmares
Author: Wyn G. Aarden
Disclaimer: IAMABOVETHELAW!!! Okay, maybe not...
Warnings: Angst, horror, obligatory yaoi, AU, language, cranky Duo, somewhat violent Quatre, violence, fantasy, DnD-esque, Changeling-esque.
Pairings: I'll let you know...
Notes: I thought Duo would make a good Nightmare...
Summary (by Ides, thanks bunches darhling): In a land of intrigue and mystery the lines between Darkness and Light are unclear. Does salvation await two young men dead inside?
Part 7
Trowa lay on his stomach on his sleeping pallet, listening with half a mind to the seemingly endless chatter of the slave girl tending his back. Pitying and scolding by turn, she finally had his back washed and bandaged.
Trowa remained where he was, eyes still dull. The slave girl stood and shook her head, wiping her hands on the cloth.
"How is he?" the overseer asked gruffly. The slave girl sighed, tucking a lock of curly red hair behind one ear.
"Not well. He doesn't speak or react- it's as if he's lost the will to live whatsoever. I've never seen such a-" she stopped.
"What is it Catherine?" the man asked. She looked at her feet and appeared to be making a choice. Finally, she nodded to herself.
"It looks like he's been ravaged," she said finally. The overseer's eyes grew wide and gripped the rough talisman he wore.
"How is that possible? It cannot be. He just is tired. Perhaps rest..." the overseer rambled on and finally wandered away. Had she not been so concerned about Trowa's health, she would have been amused.
Ravaging was an old superstition. It was believed that when a person became despondent and listless, they had been ravaged, and the spark that kept them alive had been devoured by shadow creatures. Normally, such people killed themselves not long after. She would have to watch Trowa.
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Author: Wyn G. Aarden
Disclaimer: IAMABOVETHELAW!!! Okay, maybe not...
Warnings: Angst, horror, obligatory yaoi, AU, language, cranky Duo, somewhat violent Quatre, violence, fantasy, DnD-esque, Changeling-esque.
Pairings: I'll let you know...
Notes: I thought Duo would make a good Nightmare...
Summary (by Ides, thanks bunches darhling): In a land of intrigue and mystery the lines between Darkness and Light are unclear. Does salvation await two young men dead inside?
Part 7
Trowa lay on his stomach on his sleeping pallet, listening with half a mind to the seemingly endless chatter of the slave girl tending his back. Pitying and scolding by turn, she finally had his back washed and bandaged.
Trowa remained where he was, eyes still dull. The slave girl stood and shook her head, wiping her hands on the cloth.
"How is he?" the overseer asked gruffly. The slave girl sighed, tucking a lock of curly red hair behind one ear.
"Not well. He doesn't speak or react- it's as if he's lost the will to live whatsoever. I've never seen such a-" she stopped.
"What is it Catherine?" the man asked. She looked at her feet and appeared to be making a choice. Finally, she nodded to herself.
"It looks like he's been ravaged," she said finally. The overseer's eyes grew wide and gripped the rough talisman he wore.
"How is that possible? It cannot be. He just is tired. Perhaps rest..." the overseer rambled on and finally wandered away. Had she not been so concerned about Trowa's health, she would have been amused.
Ravaging was an old superstition. It was believed that when a person became despondent and listless, they had been ravaged, and the spark that kept them alive had been devoured by shadow creatures. Normally, such people killed themselves not long after. She would have to watch Trowa.
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