Kiss the Pain Away

Kiss the Pain Away

Postby CherryStatic » Mon Mar 02, 2015 6:34 am

When the door creaked open, Crucia glanced up from the map she was busy sticking pins into, a hint of annoyance flashing in her eyes. Were it not for the Bond, she would have had no idea who the man dressed in the uniform of Myrken's guards was, but she quickly recognized him for what he was, and her nerves settled immediately. She stood calmly, laying the stack of colored pins to one side of the neatly drawn map and moved to the other side of the desk, extending her hand towards the guard in a beckoning gesture.

The man remained where he was for a moment, frowning, before his face crumpled, and he ran to her, taking her hand in both of his and falling to his knees with a subdued wail. Crucia stared passively down at the crying guard that pressed her gloved fingers to his cheek, dragging them across rough stubble as tears slipped down his cheeks. She whispered quiet, soothing words to him as he gasped between wracking sobs, pressing his head to her leather clad thigh with her free hand.

"Whatever is the matter, my pet?" she asked softly, tenderly.

He looked up at her with wet eyes, his jaw working, before the Glamour evaporated, the guard's features and outfit melting away. What remained belonged to the gray area of androgyny that lay somewhere between male and female, smooth skin and high cheekbones, not a hair on its head. It was clothed in the familiar red uniform of their trade.

"Mama." It choked out, burying its face in her leg, its grip tightening. Glancing down, she noticed a slash on the palm of its hand, blood oozing from the wound. She took the hand by the wrist and pulled it closer to her face to examine it. The other whimpered but didn't pull away.

"Did the bad men hurt you, pet?" She asked quietly, and it gave a weak nod, not looking up at her. She studied the cut; it wasn't necessarily dangerous to its health, but it was bleeding profusely and needed to be attended to all the same. She was silent for a moment, the silence in the room broken only by the quiet sobbing.

"Hurts." It said, sniffing. It glanced up into her face, seeking relief. She considered it for a moment, eyes lidded in thought. After a fashion, she opened a small pouch on her belt and fished out a needle and a bobbin of thread. Its eyes widened, and it instinctively pulled away from her, breath catching. She calmly set the items on the desk behind her.

"Fascine, I would never dream of hurting you. Come here." She waited, expectant, until it tentatively laid its hand in hers once more. Her smile was as sweet and rich as honey. "Let's do something about the pain, shall we?"

It nodded stiffly, its crying on hold as it watched her fingers wrap around the slender wand, the Agony, at her waist, the thin chain connecting it to her belt rattling. Both pairs of eyes were trained on the blunt tip of the implement as it made the journey to the palm of Fascine's hand. When it made contact with the flesh, the androgyne shuddered, knowing fully well what the wand could do. What it had done before.

And all at once, the pain seemed to fade, siphoned into the tool like a liquid. Crucia made a small noise, some vague indication of what she was enduring by drawing the sensation into herself, storing it away to inflict it upon the next person the wand touched. An odd grin of awe bloomed on her flushed face, her eyes glazed, as she reveled in the feeling of manipulating something as impalpable as pain.

She came down from her high after a pause, her eyes focusing once more on her comrade. She holstered the Agony and threaded the needle, then proceeded to calmly feed it into the soft palm of Fascine's hand. The androgyne watched wordlessly as the sharp point dove in and out of its skin, not feeling a thing.

When she was finished, she severed the thread and bound its hand in a strip of linen she kept handy, then pressed her lips to its soft fingers. She pulled away with a soft smile. "Better?"

"Yes." it said quietly, staring at the bound wound. "Thank you, mama."

She ran a gloved hand over its smooth head, coming full-circle to cup its cheek lovingly. It leaned into her touch, eyes sliding shut.

"Home." It whispered longingly under its breath.

"This will be our new home." She promised. "But we have to make sure that the bad people won't get in our way any more. I have to make sure that they won't hurt you again."

It threw its arms around her waist, clutching her tightly, as she held it close, thinking. About her enemies. About her family.

About herself.
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