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who_shot_krWell, this was random. Prompted via lassarina (Vossler, sacrifice).
Curl
Fandom: FFXII
Rating: SFW
Character/Pairing: Vossler, Ashe, Gabranth, Drace, Ashe/Vossler
Warnings: violence, referenced but inexplicit sexual assault
Teaser: Vossler cannot stomach it, the ultimatum nor the conditions.
He is no fool. It is the threat of a second invasion that brings her to his bed, he knows this. The scrape of her nails and her fevered pace leave him unsatisfied as she denies him at every turn, her eyes only meeting his when she strikes him, when she spits out the curses. His heart sinks with each encounter. The rains beat down across the plains, and Tsenoble issues new demands.
Vossler cannot stomach it, the ultimatum nor the conditions. He struggles for position. When two moons pass and he still has no heir to present to his masters, the mass executions begin. People ripped from their homes, families broken without rhyme or reason. Those collected are lined in the square and put to their knees. It takes a fortnight of screaming, a fortnight of blood spilled along Nightmare's blade, and the boiling threat of civil war before Vossler overcomes his reservations. The barbarian greets her that night and every one after, a heart hardened, savaging the screams from her.
The executions last a mere three weeks before the directives change. The one known as Gabranth and a detachment of Archadian troops arrive and quickly snuff out the small fires of rebellion around the city. Order returns outside the palace though the same cannot be said within.
Conquered and broken and now with child, his queen wanders the halls of their home under the watchful eye of the woman magister. Vossler has no more official use for her, though deep down, his heart still despairs. This was not what he had bargained for with the boy. Not the dying husk of his country, nor the savage disease growing inside her belly. He does his best to steel himself, but still the chinks line his armor, still twist his soul. She has always been the stronger of the two of them, and Vossler feels but a hollow impostor on this throne of decay.
lassarina (Vossler, sacrifice).Curl
Fandom: FFXII
Rating: SFW
Character/Pairing: Vossler, Ashe, Gabranth, Drace, Ashe/Vossler
Warnings: violence, referenced but inexplicit sexual assault
Teaser: Vossler cannot stomach it, the ultimatum nor the conditions.
He is no fool. It is the threat of a second invasion that brings her to his bed, he knows this. The scrape of her nails and her fevered pace leave him unsatisfied as she denies him at every turn, her eyes only meeting his when she strikes him, when she spits out the curses. His heart sinks with each encounter. The rains beat down across the plains, and Tsenoble issues new demands.
Vossler cannot stomach it, the ultimatum nor the conditions. He struggles for position. When two moons pass and he still has no heir to present to his masters, the mass executions begin. People ripped from their homes, families broken without rhyme or reason. Those collected are lined in the square and put to their knees. It takes a fortnight of screaming, a fortnight of blood spilled along Nightmare's blade, and the boiling threat of civil war before Vossler overcomes his reservations. The barbarian greets her that night and every one after, a heart hardened, savaging the screams from her.
The executions last a mere three weeks before the directives change. The one known as Gabranth and a detachment of Archadian troops arrive and quickly snuff out the small fires of rebellion around the city. Order returns outside the palace though the same cannot be said within.
Conquered and broken and now with child, his queen wanders the halls of their home under the watchful eye of the woman magister. Vossler has no more official use for her, though deep down, his heart still despairs. This was not what he had bargained for with the boy. Not the dying husk of his country, nor the savage disease growing inside her belly. He does his best to steel himself, but still the chinks line his armor, still twist his soul. She has always been the stronger of the two of them, and Vossler feels but a hollow impostor on this throne of decay.
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on 2012-01-22 06:29 pm (UTC)