Marked (D2 - Sanadhil - rated M)
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measured_wordsJust a short ficlet of character exploration...
San idly fingered the cut his hip – it didn’t hurt right now, while he was sitting, and the hardened paste felt like a scab. Today he could afford to work from home, but he wasn’t looking forward to hobbling in to the Castalia tomorrow, or pacing around the classroom.
But that’s not what he was thinking. His mind kept feeding him the same thoughts over and over, and he could still make no sense of it. Earric and Dozilva – they’d both marked him in their indelible ways. He’d agreed – even asked for it, with Dozilva. There were bonds in both cases that he didn’t understand. And choices, too. It wasn’t the same, but there were parallels. He’d given both the power to hurt him (nevermind that Earric hadn’t asked initially… He had asked eventually, and San had said yes). He’d asked for the pain, for the mark, for the memories he’d never be able to flee. It was terrifying, and he didn’t know what it meant, and that was terrifying too…
But were they really permanent marks, or was that, too, his choice? And what had he gotten in return?
San idly fingered the cut his hip – it didn’t hurt right now, while he was sitting, and the hardened paste felt like a scab. Today he could afford to work from home, but he wasn’t looking forward to hobbling in to the Castalia tomorrow, or pacing around the classroom.
But that’s not what he was thinking. His mind kept feeding him the same thoughts over and over, and he could still make no sense of it. Earric and Dozilva – they’d both marked him in their indelible ways. He’d agreed – even asked for it, with Dozilva. There were bonds in both cases that he didn’t understand. And choices, too. It wasn’t the same, but there were parallels. He’d given both the power to hurt him (nevermind that Earric hadn’t asked initially… He had asked eventually, and San had said yes). He’d asked for the pain, for the mark, for the memories he’d never be able to flee. It was terrifying, and he didn’t know what it meant, and that was terrifying too…
But were they really permanent marks, or was that, too, his choice? And what had he gotten in return?
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