Story: Farewell
I heard about a recent wedding that was outdoors (or the reception was) and the couple had tents put up on the lawn a ways from the celebration so couples could sneak away (my head added “in twos and threes” and my muse grinned). This was an after-college-everyone-return-to-your-hometown wedding, so many of the people guests hadn’t seen each other since high school. So who were the tents actually for? Established couples? High school sweethearts that drifted apart? (I’d love to hear the conversation where the guy tells his fiancée that he needs a few minutes to get reconnected to his high school girlfriend and see what drink the fiancée pours on him.) Or singles with people they couldn’t get the nerve to ask out in high school?
This was told to me by someone doing the flowers, who was also the mother of one of the guests. She was unimpressed and scandalized (her son is in a long term relationship and she didn’t see them near the tents, which eased her worry). I saw story potential. Hopefully I’ll remember this when I have time to write.
And my baby name site changed its format so I can no longer jump pages when looking at 1,234 words at 30 names a page. And it took me forever to find the meaning-lookup button. And some of the names are gone. Grr.
Title: Farewell
Series: Picture story
Genre: m/m/m romance, Ancient Persian
Rating: R
Content: wind, invasion, fear, foulness, laughter, hope, pleading, agreement, begging, despair, names, an audience, effort, questions, a dispute, a command, fighting, chaos, cleaning up, annoyance, a farewell, temptation
Length: about 1,300 words
Summary: Emanat remembers the day he met his lover and started his new life.
Note: From picture mentioned in Harmonies chapter 92.
Emanat (ah MAH naht)
Khursheed (KHUR sheed)
Parvaiz (par VAZE)
Master list
Emanat leaned against the stone balcony and let his scarlet robe blow open in the wind. Khursheed would love the view, but Khursheed and his men were marching through the city on their way to adventures. They would visit far off places, fight battles, and bring home treasures. Emanat had been one of those treasures not long ago.
Back when Emanat was a prince of Jahvid, a troop of soldiers attacked the city-state his father ruled. The king sadly underestimated them. He and Emanat’s five brothers died in battle. Emanat’s duty was to protect the palace, but he was not a man of war. The soldiers outclass him and the few men with him in every way.
He was backed into a corner with a sword at his neck. The commander of the invaders laughed. “And this is the last prince of Jahvid? The king is dead, long live the king. What a disappointment you must be to your father.”
Emanat sucked in a breath. He was going to die.
The commander looked Emanat down. He had an unwholesome gleam in his eye and a sneer on his lips. And his breath was foul at such a close range. “Captain, he looks to be a pansy like you. Maybe he’d enjoy being taken.”
A handsome, but somber man came into view. He glanced at Emanat and turned to his commander. “Sir.”
The commander laughed. “Captain, if you take him-right here in front of me-I’ll give you the king.”
Life. Emanat might just live. The captain didn’t look like a man who killed for fun. But he didn’t look interested in having his way with Emanat either.
Emanat reached out his hand. The captain looked at it, but didn’t take it. The commander laughed. “The young king doesn’t want to die. You could be the one who saves him.”
“Please.” Emanat stepped toward the captain, but the sword stopped him.
“Now, now.” The commander frowned. “He hasn’t chosen to save you yet. Maybe I’ll be the one to have some fun before you die.”
He licked his lip. Emanat shuddered. The commander’s fun would be painful. And Emanat would die anyway.
The captain pressed his hand against the flat of the sword and moved the point away from Emanat’s neck. Emanat took a deep breath. Please let the handsome captain agree to save him.
Emanat wrapped his arms around the captain’s neck. The man was tall, with broad shoulders and a hard chest. He put his hand on Emanat’s back, but didn’t even try to touch his skin. “Commander, he will be mine? to do with what I will?”
“Your little play thing. Do anything you want with him, to him, but bring him into the middle of the floor, so I can get a good view.” The commander gestured to the area in front of Emanat’s father’s throne and then the foul man sat upon it.
Emanat pressed his face against the captain’s chest. “Please. I will die without you.”
The captain rubbed Emanat’s back.
“Please,” Emanat begged. “I will show you how.”
“I know how.” The captain rested his cheek against Emanat’s shoulder. “I have a lover at home. The commander knows and still he asks this of me.”
Emanat ran his hands up and down the captain’s strong arms. “Would your lover not forgive you for saving my life?”
He would die today. That sadistic commander would make his men play with Emanat before he allowed him to die. He’d have to beg for death. “Please.”
The captain turned and led Emanat into the middle of the room. The commander clapped. “Come men. Captain Khursheed is going to entertain us.”
“Khursheed?” Emanat look up. Khursheed nodded. “And you are Prince Emanat.”
“He is King Emanat.” The commander said from the throne. “You are going to pillage him like we’ve pillaged his city.”
Khursheed stiffened. The commander laughed. Emanat ran his hands up Khursheed’s arms. “Relax, let me lead you. I will fall at the feet of your lover and beg his forgiveness.”
Khursheed’s mouth descended over Emanat’s. Emanat had never had sex in public before - well not while sober anyway - but no lengths were too great to save his life and maybe his city. If the soldiers were busy watching him, they wouldn’t be terrorizing the population. Maybe some people would get away. Emanat could be proud of his act of honor, as long as he survived to remember it.
Emanat coaxed Khursheed’s hand under his robe. One of the soldiers made a rude remark; others laughed. Khursheed froze. Emanat would die if he couldn’t find a way to distract Khursheed. Emanat moaned. Khursheed relaxed. A thousand tender instructions and encouragements later, plus some effort with his hand, Emanat got the deed done.
This might have been the worst sex ever, but the small touches and tenderness Khursheed showed through the ordeal meant he’d be a good lover. Once Emanat got him alone.
Khursheed pulled Emanat robe back over his legs and lifted him to his feet.
“Now,” the commander lifted his sword. “How will you kill him?”
Emanat was going to die then. At least his last moments had been full of pleasure.
Khursheed set his hand against Emanat’s back. “I do not choose to kill him.”
“But why?” the commander frowned. “He is the king. With his death, you will be king.”
Emanat’s brothers-in-law and cousins would dispute that claim.
“Men like me are far between. Why waste a willing body?” Khursheed sounded again as he had in the beginning, hard and emotionless.
The commander stood up. “He was willing. Will he be so willing for me?”
Khursheed stepped in front Emanat. “I do not choose to let you touch him.”
“Just a taste.” The commander licked the air and dragged his eyes over Emanat’s body. “I am your commander after all.”
“Are you going back on your word?”
The commander stepped closer. “Give him to me.”
Khursheed pulled out his sword. The commander countered with his own. Hands pulled Emanat and he fought, but then the men said, “Captain Khursheed, we will keep him safe.”
Khursheed nodded without taking his eyes from his opponent. The battle took an eternity. But once the commander was down the soldiers erupted into chaos. Only the men standing with their backs to Emanat kept him alive. Over half the soldiers were dead and Emanat had blood on his face and in his hair before peace reigned. Soldiers saluted Khursheed and hailed him as commander.
Someone brought Emanat a wet cloth, which was sweet, but not nearly as nice as bathing with Khursheed later that evening. Emanat had been right. Khursheed was an excellent lover.
“Why are you even standing there? They can’t see you.” Parvaiz crossed his arms just inside the house.
“That is why I wore red.” Emanat took off the robe and waved it in the air. Behind him, Parvaiz moaned. Emanat’s naked body always had that effect on him.
The troop passed through the wall and turned. Lights gleamed. Khursheed had lifted his shield to the sun and his men copied the gesture. Emanat waved the robe and when the wind tugged it fiercely, he let go. The bright red cloth flowed across the city as the wind carried it away.
The lights stopped and the troops marched on.
Emanat stepped into the cooler, darker room. He lay upon the cushioned bench, careful to show off his body at its best, and toyed with his gold and gem necklaces. Parvaiz had tried to act angry at Khursheed for bring home another lover, but he fell just as willing to Emanat’s touch.
Parvaiz plucked at his lyre, obstinately not looking at Emanat. He wouldn’t last long. He never did.
This was told to me by someone doing the flowers, who was also the mother of one of the guests. She was unimpressed and scandalized (her son is in a long term relationship and she didn’t see them near the tents, which eased her worry). I saw story potential. Hopefully I’ll remember this when I have time to write.
And my baby name site changed its format so I can no longer jump pages when looking at 1,234 words at 30 names a page. And it took me forever to find the meaning-lookup button. And some of the names are gone. Grr.
Title: Farewell
Series: Picture story
Genre: m/m/m romance, Ancient Persian
Rating: R
Content: wind, invasion, fear, foulness, laughter, hope, pleading, agreement, begging, despair, names, an audience, effort, questions, a dispute, a command, fighting, chaos, cleaning up, annoyance, a farewell, temptation
Length: about 1,300 words
Summary: Emanat remembers the day he met his lover and started his new life.
Note: From picture mentioned in Harmonies chapter 92.
Emanat (ah MAH naht)
Khursheed (KHUR sheed)
Parvaiz (par VAZE)
Master list
Emanat leaned against the stone balcony and let his scarlet robe blow open in the wind. Khursheed would love the view, but Khursheed and his men were marching through the city on their way to adventures. They would visit far off places, fight battles, and bring home treasures. Emanat had been one of those treasures not long ago.
Back when Emanat was a prince of Jahvid, a troop of soldiers attacked the city-state his father ruled. The king sadly underestimated them. He and Emanat’s five brothers died in battle. Emanat’s duty was to protect the palace, but he was not a man of war. The soldiers outclass him and the few men with him in every way.
He was backed into a corner with a sword at his neck. The commander of the invaders laughed. “And this is the last prince of Jahvid? The king is dead, long live the king. What a disappointment you must be to your father.”
Emanat sucked in a breath. He was going to die.
The commander looked Emanat down. He had an unwholesome gleam in his eye and a sneer on his lips. And his breath was foul at such a close range. “Captain, he looks to be a pansy like you. Maybe he’d enjoy being taken.”
A handsome, but somber man came into view. He glanced at Emanat and turned to his commander. “Sir.”
The commander laughed. “Captain, if you take him-right here in front of me-I’ll give you the king.”
Life. Emanat might just live. The captain didn’t look like a man who killed for fun. But he didn’t look interested in having his way with Emanat either.
Emanat reached out his hand. The captain looked at it, but didn’t take it. The commander laughed. “The young king doesn’t want to die. You could be the one who saves him.”
“Please.” Emanat stepped toward the captain, but the sword stopped him.
“Now, now.” The commander frowned. “He hasn’t chosen to save you yet. Maybe I’ll be the one to have some fun before you die.”
He licked his lip. Emanat shuddered. The commander’s fun would be painful. And Emanat would die anyway.
The captain pressed his hand against the flat of the sword and moved the point away from Emanat’s neck. Emanat took a deep breath. Please let the handsome captain agree to save him.
Emanat wrapped his arms around the captain’s neck. The man was tall, with broad shoulders and a hard chest. He put his hand on Emanat’s back, but didn’t even try to touch his skin. “Commander, he will be mine? to do with what I will?”
“Your little play thing. Do anything you want with him, to him, but bring him into the middle of the floor, so I can get a good view.” The commander gestured to the area in front of Emanat’s father’s throne and then the foul man sat upon it.
Emanat pressed his face against the captain’s chest. “Please. I will die without you.”
The captain rubbed Emanat’s back.
“Please,” Emanat begged. “I will show you how.”
“I know how.” The captain rested his cheek against Emanat’s shoulder. “I have a lover at home. The commander knows and still he asks this of me.”
Emanat ran his hands up and down the captain’s strong arms. “Would your lover not forgive you for saving my life?”
He would die today. That sadistic commander would make his men play with Emanat before he allowed him to die. He’d have to beg for death. “Please.”
The captain turned and led Emanat into the middle of the room. The commander clapped. “Come men. Captain Khursheed is going to entertain us.”
“Khursheed?” Emanat look up. Khursheed nodded. “And you are Prince Emanat.”
“He is King Emanat.” The commander said from the throne. “You are going to pillage him like we’ve pillaged his city.”
Khursheed stiffened. The commander laughed. Emanat ran his hands up Khursheed’s arms. “Relax, let me lead you. I will fall at the feet of your lover and beg his forgiveness.”
Khursheed’s mouth descended over Emanat’s. Emanat had never had sex in public before - well not while sober anyway - but no lengths were too great to save his life and maybe his city. If the soldiers were busy watching him, they wouldn’t be terrorizing the population. Maybe some people would get away. Emanat could be proud of his act of honor, as long as he survived to remember it.
Emanat coaxed Khursheed’s hand under his robe. One of the soldiers made a rude remark; others laughed. Khursheed froze. Emanat would die if he couldn’t find a way to distract Khursheed. Emanat moaned. Khursheed relaxed. A thousand tender instructions and encouragements later, plus some effort with his hand, Emanat got the deed done.
This might have been the worst sex ever, but the small touches and tenderness Khursheed showed through the ordeal meant he’d be a good lover. Once Emanat got him alone.
Khursheed pulled Emanat robe back over his legs and lifted him to his feet.
“Now,” the commander lifted his sword. “How will you kill him?”
Emanat was going to die then. At least his last moments had been full of pleasure.
Khursheed set his hand against Emanat’s back. “I do not choose to kill him.”
“But why?” the commander frowned. “He is the king. With his death, you will be king.”
Emanat’s brothers-in-law and cousins would dispute that claim.
“Men like me are far between. Why waste a willing body?” Khursheed sounded again as he had in the beginning, hard and emotionless.
The commander stood up. “He was willing. Will he be so willing for me?”
Khursheed stepped in front Emanat. “I do not choose to let you touch him.”
“Just a taste.” The commander licked the air and dragged his eyes over Emanat’s body. “I am your commander after all.”
“Are you going back on your word?”
The commander stepped closer. “Give him to me.”
Khursheed pulled out his sword. The commander countered with his own. Hands pulled Emanat and he fought, but then the men said, “Captain Khursheed, we will keep him safe.”
Khursheed nodded without taking his eyes from his opponent. The battle took an eternity. But once the commander was down the soldiers erupted into chaos. Only the men standing with their backs to Emanat kept him alive. Over half the soldiers were dead and Emanat had blood on his face and in his hair before peace reigned. Soldiers saluted Khursheed and hailed him as commander.
Someone brought Emanat a wet cloth, which was sweet, but not nearly as nice as bathing with Khursheed later that evening. Emanat had been right. Khursheed was an excellent lover.
“Why are you even standing there? They can’t see you.” Parvaiz crossed his arms just inside the house.
“That is why I wore red.” Emanat took off the robe and waved it in the air. Behind him, Parvaiz moaned. Emanat’s naked body always had that effect on him.
The troop passed through the wall and turned. Lights gleamed. Khursheed had lifted his shield to the sun and his men copied the gesture. Emanat waved the robe and when the wind tugged it fiercely, he let go. The bright red cloth flowed across the city as the wind carried it away.
The lights stopped and the troops marched on.
Emanat stepped into the cooler, darker room. He lay upon the cushioned bench, careful to show off his body at its best, and toyed with his gold and gem necklaces. Parvaiz had tried to act angry at Khursheed for bring home another lover, but he fell just as willing to Emanat’s touch.
Parvaiz plucked at his lyre, obstinately not looking at Emanat. He wouldn’t last long. He never did.