Birthdays!
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misanagiHappy Birthday, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chatona! I made you an icon :)
And since it's the 7th there already, Happy Birthday,darthanne! *glomps you silly* May you have a wonderful year. I made you an icon too:
Anne, you've already seen this but I'm posting this tiny teaser in your honor *hugs you lots and loves you*
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He shut his eyes tightly and tried to breathe, hurried pants that wouldn't jar his bruised ribs. He had fought, managed to put a knife through one of their shoulders, but it hadn't been enough.
Dermail had brought seven of his thugs with him and they had beaten him unconscious. When he woke up, he was in shackles and inside a dungeon, the Duke's dungeon. He and Trowa had sneaked into the dungeon when they were eleven, now it looked even darker. It was very different to visit is as an adventurous toddler than being a prisoner held inside. Whatever morbid interest Quatre had had of this place was now completely gone.
"Tell me where he is, Lord Winner, and you can avoid a harsher punishment." The Duke's voice sounded far away, muffled by the banging in Quatre's ears. "Exile instead of torture and execution. I would think it is an easy choice."
If his father were alive he would have chastised Quatre for keeping silent. Rebellious, his father had liked to call him, and he didn't know how right it had been. But then again, his father had died before the Duchess was assassinated, had been the first one murdered, with only a frightened young Quatre to witness the truth and no one to believe him.
Someone picked him from the ground and shoved him against the wall. A thick hand was wrapped around his neck, and far away, the Duke's voice asked again, "Where is he?"
Quatre opened his eyes just in time to see the punch. His head hit the wall and the hand around his neck let go. He fell on the ground, gasping for air and trying to keep from throwing up.
"Foolish boy!" Dermail's face was red with anger. "You'll tell me after having a taste of the whip, but it'll be too late then and you'll die anyway. Burn as a traitor."
The door closed, the chain around it was secured and the Duke left, taking the light of the torches with him.
"That was stupid."
The sound of chains rattling told Quatre that whoever had spoken was coming closer. In the darkness he could only distinguish a figure, leaning on the bars of the tiny cell next to his. His throat was dry and Quatre was too tired, hurting too much to reply to a random prisoner wanting to remind him that he had just signed his death sentence.
"Have you ever been whipped before, Lord Winner?" The voice was serious and even a bit sad. "You'll tell them what they want to know and still burn. You could have saved yourself some pain."
Quatre cringed. No, he had never been whipped before, but he would bite his tongue off before he spoke a word. Maybe he should do it now, lest his courage would leave him while tied to the whipping post.
"Not in a talking mood, uh? Or I'm I not worthy of conversation?"
"I wouldn't know." Quatre's voice was raspy. "I don't know who you are."
"It speaks!" The other man laughed. "My name is Duo Maxwell. I've been in this wonderful establishment for three days but lucky me, haven't been beaten since they threw me in here. But I'm just a lowly thief, haven't committed high treason like you. I have to say, man, you are stealing all the attention here in the dungeon. A Lord thrown in the dirt with the rest of us isn't something you see every day."
"I guess not," Quatre whispered. Two weeks ago, when he had arranged Trowa's escape he had sworn to Trowa that his wealth, if not his title, would protect him, at least for the time he needed before he too could flee. He had known even then that he was lying.
There was a long silence. Quatre closed his eyes and was nearly asleep when he heard the other man speak again.
"Why?"
Quatre licked his dry lips. "Why what?"
"Why go through all this? Torture, death? Why is this secret so important?" The voice was serious again.
Looking down at his shacked hands Quatre whispered, "Because I love him."
The other voice was silent.
chatona! I made you an icon :)And since it's the 7th there already, Happy Birthday,
darthanne! *glomps you silly* May you have a wonderful year. I made you an icon too:Anne, you've already seen this but I'm posting this tiny teaser in your honor *hugs you lots and loves you*
---
He shut his eyes tightly and tried to breathe, hurried pants that wouldn't jar his bruised ribs. He had fought, managed to put a knife through one of their shoulders, but it hadn't been enough.
Dermail had brought seven of his thugs with him and they had beaten him unconscious. When he woke up, he was in shackles and inside a dungeon, the Duke's dungeon. He and Trowa had sneaked into the dungeon when they were eleven, now it looked even darker. It was very different to visit is as an adventurous toddler than being a prisoner held inside. Whatever morbid interest Quatre had had of this place was now completely gone.
"Tell me where he is, Lord Winner, and you can avoid a harsher punishment." The Duke's voice sounded far away, muffled by the banging in Quatre's ears. "Exile instead of torture and execution. I would think it is an easy choice."
If his father were alive he would have chastised Quatre for keeping silent. Rebellious, his father had liked to call him, and he didn't know how right it had been. But then again, his father had died before the Duchess was assassinated, had been the first one murdered, with only a frightened young Quatre to witness the truth and no one to believe him.
Someone picked him from the ground and shoved him against the wall. A thick hand was wrapped around his neck, and far away, the Duke's voice asked again, "Where is he?"
Quatre opened his eyes just in time to see the punch. His head hit the wall and the hand around his neck let go. He fell on the ground, gasping for air and trying to keep from throwing up.
"Foolish boy!" Dermail's face was red with anger. "You'll tell me after having a taste of the whip, but it'll be too late then and you'll die anyway. Burn as a traitor."
The door closed, the chain around it was secured and the Duke left, taking the light of the torches with him.
"That was stupid."
The sound of chains rattling told Quatre that whoever had spoken was coming closer. In the darkness he could only distinguish a figure, leaning on the bars of the tiny cell next to his. His throat was dry and Quatre was too tired, hurting too much to reply to a random prisoner wanting to remind him that he had just signed his death sentence.
"Have you ever been whipped before, Lord Winner?" The voice was serious and even a bit sad. "You'll tell them what they want to know and still burn. You could have saved yourself some pain."
Quatre cringed. No, he had never been whipped before, but he would bite his tongue off before he spoke a word. Maybe he should do it now, lest his courage would leave him while tied to the whipping post.
"Not in a talking mood, uh? Or I'm I not worthy of conversation?"
"I wouldn't know." Quatre's voice was raspy. "I don't know who you are."
"It speaks!" The other man laughed. "My name is Duo Maxwell. I've been in this wonderful establishment for three days but lucky me, haven't been beaten since they threw me in here. But I'm just a lowly thief, haven't committed high treason like you. I have to say, man, you are stealing all the attention here in the dungeon. A Lord thrown in the dirt with the rest of us isn't something you see every day."
"I guess not," Quatre whispered. Two weeks ago, when he had arranged Trowa's escape he had sworn to Trowa that his wealth, if not his title, would protect him, at least for the time he needed before he too could flee. He had known even then that he was lying.
There was a long silence. Quatre closed his eyes and was nearly asleep when he heard the other man speak again.
"Why?"
Quatre licked his dry lips. "Why what?"
"Why go through all this? Torture, death? Why is this secret so important?" The voice was serious again.
Looking down at his shacked hands Quatre whispered, "Because I love him."
The other voice was silent.
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Date: 2007-02-07 12:20 am (UTC)*paws at you* more fic please.
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Date: 2007-02-07 07:48 pm (UTC)I do have more fic written, I just need to finish it and stuff...
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Date: 2007-02-07 02:55 am (UTC)I want more of this fic. I really love it. *happy sigh* Thank you for posting it for me. *stalks now you've reminded me about it
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Date: 2007-02-07 07:49 pm (UTC)Don't stalk! *hides*
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Date: 2007-02-07 06:18 pm (UTC)Thank you very much &hearts
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Date: 2007-02-07 08:41 pm (UTC)*huggles*
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