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Prompt# 375 - Blessing- Thunder's Reach (cont.) - Tekia - Original
Title: Thunder's Reach
Fandom:Original
Prompt: Driving in the Dark
Warnings: a bit of blood, ghosts, and pirates
Rating: pg-13
Summary: She came from a long line of famous pirates, and she was going to be damned if her little rat of a cousin took that fame from her.
Cirrus had locked the door with three locks on the outside, effectively keeping her in the windowless room. After the third time she attacked the guards from behind the opened door, they had her tied to the bed; a maid frightened witless at her glare, fed her small spoonfuls of whatever poorly made soup the kitchen had produced that day. She had both her legs and arms bound to the bed, and a gag around her mouth when food wasn't being shoved in it.
How in the deep blue did she get stuck here?
She spent most of the day in a doze, some few hours struggling against the ropes, and a whole lot of the time thinking.
She had lots to think about.
Cirrus had seemed to change his whole plans in regard to dealing with her. She had been foolishly arrogant and blind to Cirrus' clever scheme. She fell into his trap, and really, only had herself to blame for the guilt that now weighed heavy on her chest.
Cirrus had been surprised to find her alive, and, in a blink, changed his mind about killing her, an unholy light filling his dark gaze.
The cat had been the first to go. Cirrus had caught him in a fishing net. With the whole crew in attendance, the cat had been tortured and terrorized until Cirrus had dropped the net into the ocean, drowning the wretched creature.
Through the whole event, she had hoped Samraat Monsoon would posess the cat like he had for the months before their capture and free the poor thing and take his revenge. Instead the cat died with a pitiful burst of bubble lost in the waves created by the ship's passing.
She had no clue where Samraat Monsoon went, having seen not glow or felt the chill of him since Cirrus had captured her.
The locks on the door sliding open with heavy thunks drew her out of her thoughts, and her eyes snapped open to look at the heavy wooden door.
Cirrus himself pushed open the door and leaned against the frame with a smarmy smirk on his lips. She hadn't seen him in the two weeks that she had been locked in this room, and she could only wonder what new plans he was hatching. He dangled a small dagger from his long fingers, the blade shining with the candle's small light.
"Hello, cousin. How does this morning find you?"
She cursed at him behind her gag, and he chuckled. He pushed away from the door and sat by her knees on the bed. She pulled at the ropes holding her, putting what little distance between them she could. He reached out and touched a finger to her cheek before lightly pushing her hair away from her face.
"My plans are coming to fruition. I have all the supplies I need. I just need you to cooperate."
She rolled her eyes, and his lips went thin. He leaned over her, his own black hair falling over his shoulder like a curtain, secluding the two of them from the rest of the room as he hovered over her, his hands on each side of her face, their noses nearly touching. The dagger was dropped over her chest, a cold weight to join the guilt over the loss of the cat.
"You see, your father is set to inherit the family titles, and, as his only sea faring child, you will get the title. I had thought that with you dead, it would easily fall to me. With the return of your little ghost friend, all that changed."
She felt her eyes go wide as she searched his face.
"Yes, I know about your ghost. Luckily, I too have friends in low places that know a thing or two about how to deal with ghosts. With their blessings, I expelled that ghost from this world, but the damage has been done, hasn't it? You know how to use this artifact, don't you?"
A cold chill went through her at the news. Samraat Monsoon was gone. He hadn't abandoned her, but had been sent on his way into the underworld. He was no more. Her jaw trembled and tears threatened to blur her vision, but she forced them away. Now wasn't the time to mourn, Cirrus was still talking.
"I've brought a priest of the old ways, and he has agreed to join us in marriage. With you as my dutiful wife, everything that you have will now be mine, including your knowledge of the artifact."
She screamed at him, muffled behind the gag. She tossed her head on the pillow and tried to kick her legs as he laughed. His hand caught her chin and forced her to look at him. "Yes, we'll be married. The title of Thunder King will fall to me with you firmly planted on land, heavy with my children."
She bit at the rag in her mouth, spitting vitriol from her eyes. He sat back, patting her shoulder. "Unfortunately, you won't be having a fancy wedding on par with your status. The priest will be here soon. While your agreement isn't necessary, I'm sure the priest will be much happier if you weren't tied up, so if you behave yourself, I'll untie you for the ceremony."
If she could, she would spit in his face.
Fandom:Original
Prompt: Driving in the Dark
Warnings: a bit of blood, ghosts, and pirates
Rating: pg-13
Summary: She came from a long line of famous pirates, and she was going to be damned if her little rat of a cousin took that fame from her.
Cirrus had locked the door with three locks on the outside, effectively keeping her in the windowless room. After the third time she attacked the guards from behind the opened door, they had her tied to the bed; a maid frightened witless at her glare, fed her small spoonfuls of whatever poorly made soup the kitchen had produced that day. She had both her legs and arms bound to the bed, and a gag around her mouth when food wasn't being shoved in it.
How in the deep blue did she get stuck here?
She spent most of the day in a doze, some few hours struggling against the ropes, and a whole lot of the time thinking.
She had lots to think about.
Cirrus had seemed to change his whole plans in regard to dealing with her. She had been foolishly arrogant and blind to Cirrus' clever scheme. She fell into his trap, and really, only had herself to blame for the guilt that now weighed heavy on her chest.
Cirrus had been surprised to find her alive, and, in a blink, changed his mind about killing her, an unholy light filling his dark gaze.
The cat had been the first to go. Cirrus had caught him in a fishing net. With the whole crew in attendance, the cat had been tortured and terrorized until Cirrus had dropped the net into the ocean, drowning the wretched creature.
Through the whole event, she had hoped Samraat Monsoon would posess the cat like he had for the months before their capture and free the poor thing and take his revenge. Instead the cat died with a pitiful burst of bubble lost in the waves created by the ship's passing.
She had no clue where Samraat Monsoon went, having seen not glow or felt the chill of him since Cirrus had captured her.
The locks on the door sliding open with heavy thunks drew her out of her thoughts, and her eyes snapped open to look at the heavy wooden door.
Cirrus himself pushed open the door and leaned against the frame with a smarmy smirk on his lips. She hadn't seen him in the two weeks that she had been locked in this room, and she could only wonder what new plans he was hatching. He dangled a small dagger from his long fingers, the blade shining with the candle's small light.
"Hello, cousin. How does this morning find you?"
She cursed at him behind her gag, and he chuckled. He pushed away from the door and sat by her knees on the bed. She pulled at the ropes holding her, putting what little distance between them she could. He reached out and touched a finger to her cheek before lightly pushing her hair away from her face.
"My plans are coming to fruition. I have all the supplies I need. I just need you to cooperate."
She rolled her eyes, and his lips went thin. He leaned over her, his own black hair falling over his shoulder like a curtain, secluding the two of them from the rest of the room as he hovered over her, his hands on each side of her face, their noses nearly touching. The dagger was dropped over her chest, a cold weight to join the guilt over the loss of the cat.
"You see, your father is set to inherit the family titles, and, as his only sea faring child, you will get the title. I had thought that with you dead, it would easily fall to me. With the return of your little ghost friend, all that changed."
She felt her eyes go wide as she searched his face.
"Yes, I know about your ghost. Luckily, I too have friends in low places that know a thing or two about how to deal with ghosts. With their blessings, I expelled that ghost from this world, but the damage has been done, hasn't it? You know how to use this artifact, don't you?"
A cold chill went through her at the news. Samraat Monsoon was gone. He hadn't abandoned her, but had been sent on his way into the underworld. He was no more. Her jaw trembled and tears threatened to blur her vision, but she forced them away. Now wasn't the time to mourn, Cirrus was still talking.
"I've brought a priest of the old ways, and he has agreed to join us in marriage. With you as my dutiful wife, everything that you have will now be mine, including your knowledge of the artifact."
She screamed at him, muffled behind the gag. She tossed her head on the pillow and tried to kick her legs as he laughed. His hand caught her chin and forced her to look at him. "Yes, we'll be married. The title of Thunder King will fall to me with you firmly planted on land, heavy with my children."
She bit at the rag in her mouth, spitting vitriol from her eyes. He sat back, patting her shoulder. "Unfortunately, you won't be having a fancy wedding on par with your status. The priest will be here soon. While your agreement isn't necessary, I'm sure the priest will be much happier if you weren't tied up, so if you behave yourself, I'll untie you for the ceremony."
If she could, she would spit in his face.