Angsty drabble
This is what happens when I'm bored at Uni...Very angsty, I guess. But I hope you'll enjoy anyway!
TITLE: (I suck at inventing titles - don't you know yet?)
RATING: Probably R-ish?
PAIRING: Karel Brückner/Pavel Nedved (yes, really!) Also, implied Pavel Nedved/Vladimir Smicer if you look closely.
WARNING: Angst, violence, rape...
PROMPT: 07. Opinions, for footballslash11. My challenge table can be found here.
DISCLAIMER: I'm still just a worthless liar.
WORD COUNT: 189
He is shaking now. Violently.
With his fists clenched around the white sheet, and his eyes closed in an attempt to shut out reality, it’s obvious that he’d rather be somewhere else.
It’s strange, how he almost managed to tell himself that this wasn’t real. Perhaps he was fighting at first. At least, he remembers a scream that caused a lasting pain in his throat. But it seems so long ago now. After a while, he just let it happen - too weak to even care about dignity anymore.
Even now, when he is just barely conscious, there is just one clear thought in his mind. Vlade. The thought of his smile, his embrace, him, might have been the only thing that kept Pavel sane through all of this. He had to constantly remind himself that this was all for them. To protect what they have.
"Don’t you realize that he won't ever touch you again, after he hears what a whore you are?"
Karel’s tone of voice is flat, almost matter-of-factly. So, this is not a threat. Just a factual statement.
Somehow, those words hurt more than anything else.
TITLE: (I suck at inventing titles - don't you know yet?)
RATING: Probably R-ish?
PAIRING: Karel Brückner/Pavel Nedved (yes, really!) Also, implied Pavel Nedved/Vladimir Smicer if you look closely.
WARNING: Angst, violence, rape...
PROMPT: 07. Opinions, for footballslash11. My challenge table can be found here.
DISCLAIMER: I'm still just a worthless liar.
WORD COUNT: 189
He is shaking now. Violently.
With his fists clenched around the white sheet, and his eyes closed in an attempt to shut out reality, it’s obvious that he’d rather be somewhere else.
It’s strange, how he almost managed to tell himself that this wasn’t real. Perhaps he was fighting at first. At least, he remembers a scream that caused a lasting pain in his throat. But it seems so long ago now. After a while, he just let it happen - too weak to even care about dignity anymore.
Even now, when he is just barely conscious, there is just one clear thought in his mind. Vlade. The thought of his smile, his embrace, him, might have been the only thing that kept Pavel sane through all of this. He had to constantly remind himself that this was all for them. To protect what they have.
"Don’t you realize that he won't ever touch you again, after he hears what a whore you are?"
Karel’s tone of voice is flat, almost matter-of-factly. So, this is not a threat. Just a factual statement.
Somehow, those words hurt more than anything else.