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Re: FILL 1b/?: Blaine/Kurt, Swan Maiden A.U T/W: Rape/non-con, Kidnapping, Coercion
anonymous
January 21 2012, 05:25:48 UTC
“No. Please, help me find it.” Kurt hates that he was pleading to anyone, let alone a human, but he feels as if he is dying. Every movement in this body suddenly feels labored; painfully awkward and absolutely unbearable.
“Of course I will help you,” the human says, seemingly unaware of Kurt’s agony. “But what can I call you?”
Kurt looks up at him, forcing his breathing to steady. This human will help him, and everything will be okay. He will not be stuck forever in this form, as the stories say will happen if a human steals his robe. “Kurt.”
“Kurt.” His name sounds ugly on the human’s lips, and he wishes desperately that he had lied. If he could, he would take the moment back; recall his name from even being heard by a human. It was dirty now, even if this human was not evil. “You can borrow my cloak for now. You can’t walk into a town without clothing.”
It is so unlike his robe, though the way it twirls when he wraps it around himself is similar. When his robe settles, feather soft and light as a cloud, he shifts back in his true form. When his one settles, it scratches his skin and anchors him to the ground. He shifts it, trying to arrange it so as little of it touched him as possible. When he finishes he looks back up at the human who is gazing at him with a strange expression on his face, his forehead wrinkled and eyebrows drawn together. Kurt tries and fails to read it, settling on offering a slight tilt of his lips, something he had seen humans do one of the few times he observed them in the past. It works because the human seems to release the tension in his face and shoulders.
“I’m Blaine, by the way. Lord Blaine Anderson. I’ll keep you safe Kurt, I promise.” And then the human - Blaine - reaches out and touches Kurt, grabbing his hand and interlocking their fingers, tugging gently and making Kurt stumble into a walk behind him.
The moment their skin touched Kurt felt a chill pass through his core that had nothing to do with the rough texture of human skin on his own, almost feather soft. The chafing feeling of skin rubbing was no more than a passing discomfort to the flare of agony that echoed and rebounded through the past. He had felt those hands before - not on his human skin, but on his robe, even when he hadn’t been aware of it. He cannot make sense of what game Blaine is playing, but what he does know without a hint of doubt is that Blaine is lying, and Kurt may never be free again. His anguish is so deep that he cannot even cry out, following his murderer complacently.
Re: FILL 1b/?: Blaine/Kurt, Swan Maiden A.U T/W: Rape/non-con, Kidnapping, Coercion lighthousefaeJanuary 22 2012, 06:08:14 UTC
Very nicely done! I'm intrigued, interesting how Kurt was able to pick up on Blaine's lie... your style of writing greatly brings across how very much NOT human Kurt is.
Re: FILL 1b/?: Blaine/Kurt, Swan Maiden A.U T/W: Rape/non-con, Kidnapping, Coercion
anonymous
January 24 2012, 03:08:25 UTC
I'm really glad you liked that! I chose to write it from Kurt's point of view for that reason, because it would have been pretty difficult to get that across if it was Blaine (who is oblivious to it, as will become evident).
“Of course I will help you,” the human says, seemingly unaware of Kurt’s agony. “But what can I call you?”
Kurt looks up at him, forcing his breathing to steady. This human will help him, and everything will be okay. He will not be stuck forever in this form, as the stories say will happen if a human steals his robe. “Kurt.”
“Kurt.” His name sounds ugly on the human’s lips, and he wishes desperately that he had lied. If he could, he would take the moment back; recall his name from even being heard by a human. It was dirty now, even if this human was not evil. “You can borrow my cloak for now. You can’t walk into a town without clothing.”
It is so unlike his robe, though the way it twirls when he wraps it around himself is similar. When his robe settles, feather soft and light as a cloud, he shifts back in his true form. When his one settles, it scratches his skin and anchors him to the ground. He shifts it, trying to arrange it so as little of it touched him as possible. When he finishes he looks back up at the human who is gazing at him with a strange expression on his face, his forehead wrinkled and eyebrows drawn together. Kurt tries and fails to read it, settling on offering a slight tilt of his lips, something he had seen humans do one of the few times he observed them in the past. It works because the human seems to release the tension in his face and shoulders.
“I’m Blaine, by the way. Lord Blaine Anderson. I’ll keep you safe Kurt, I promise.” And then the human - Blaine - reaches out and touches Kurt, grabbing his hand and interlocking their fingers, tugging gently and making Kurt stumble into a walk behind him.
The moment their skin touched Kurt felt a chill pass through his core that had nothing to do with the rough texture of human skin on his own, almost feather soft. The chafing feeling of skin rubbing was no more than a passing discomfort to the flare of agony that echoed and rebounded through the past. He had felt those hands before - not on his human skin, but on his robe, even when he hadn’t been aware of it. He cannot make sense of what game Blaine is playing, but what he does know without a hint of doubt is that Blaine is lying, and Kurt may never be free again. His anguish is so deep that he cannot even cry out, following his murderer complacently.
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