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FILL 2a/5: Blaine/Kurt, Swan Maiden A.U T/W: Rape/non-con, Kidnapping, Coercion
anonymous
January 24 2012, 03:24:35 UTC
A/N: I'm so sorry for the delay in posting this: it was my aunts birthday on Saturday and I had horse stuff to do on Sunday (some fun and some involving walking a horse around the barn for three hours). So I'm debating on which glee character to bring in for the next chapter. Does the OP/any readers have any strong feelings about Karofsky or Quinn? I'm not really sure why...The character will sympathize with Kurt and give me a reason for him to open up and reveal his back-story a bit. I'm open for other suggestions if anyone has a preference.
Chapter 2
Kurt spends his days wandering the human’s building. The stone structures confuse him, sending him deep below the ground where he cannot hear his breath over the rush in his ears. It doesn’t take him long to learn the paths up to the sky. The people he passes, dressed in metal that grates irritatingly and hurts his ears, say it is the battlements on the outer wall of the castle, boasting that no enemy has ever broached their walls.
They ignore Kurt for the most part, though he feels their eyes on him as he walks. He knows they find it odd that he refuses clothing, but he cannot bring himself to confine his body like that. It is only the feel of the cool autumn air that keeps him sane in this body. When he closes his eyes, looking up at the sun and feeling its warmth alternating with the chill from the wind on his skin, he can imagine he is back home, safe in his true form.
Blaine visits him every day, assuring him that he is on the trail of the culprit and Kurt watches him lie without saying a single word. Kurt hasn’t spoken a word since that night, but Blaine never seems to expect any different. It is a good day when Blaine does not touch him, but the human seems unable to keep his hands to himself, often reaching out and brushes against Kurt’s shoulder or his knee or his cheek.
It is a month before Blaine shows annoyance at Kurt’s silence. Kurt is sitting on the battlements, looking at the land stretched out before him and letting the ache in his heart consume him. He recognizes Blaine’s footsteps but does not turn to acknowledge him.
“You should really be wearing something, Kurt. You’ll catch a cold.” It takes all of Kurt’s strength not to run from the weight of Blaine’s hand on his shoulder. He does not know how it is possible to ‘catch a cold,’ but he assumes ‘cold’ is not referring to the shift in weather. “Please, Kurt. I don’t want you to get sick.” He looks at Kurt, who tries to hold eye contact and not focus on the pain radiating from where Blaine’s hand is contacting his skin. “Say something.”
“I do not get sick.” Kurt is loathe to tell Blaine about his people, but he knows if he says nothing, Blaine will get angry. He needs to keep Blaine happy, so he will return the robe.
“People are talking, Kurt. It’s not normal for people to walk around naked.” There is an order in there, unspoken, and Kurt bristles at it, his temper rising. It is such a relief to know he is still capable of feeling something other than pain that he forgets his resolve not to speak.
“I am not your kind, Blaine.” He feels fire flash in his eyes and takes pleasure when the human leans back. Even among his own people his temper is famous for being explosive, and very few are willing to provoke him. “I am not governed by your ridiculous rules. If my habits bother you, then - “
He does not get a chance to finish, because Blaine’s lips are on his, forcing him to silence. He goes limp, passively responding while praying for the assault to end. It is only Blaine’s hand, still on his shoulder with fingers digging in, that keeps him from trying to escape. The pain in his shoulder overpowers the discomfort of his lips, drawing his attention there exclusively. When Blaine pulls away to breath, he relaxes his grip on Kurt’s shoulder. He gives a shaky smile and trails his hand down Kurt’s arm, taking Kurt’s hand and drawing him up.
Re: FILL 2b/5: Blaine/Kurt, Swan Maiden A.U T/W: Rape/non-con, Kidnapping, Coercion
anonymous
January 24 2012, 03:25:18 UTC
“Marry me?” Blaine’s eyes are looking into Kurt’s as if they are seeing something past the surface. Kurt does not understand what the human is asking, and he has a better grasp of the human language than most of his people.
“What about my robes?”
“I’m looking.” There is hurt in Blaine’s eyes but Kurt does not understand why. “But until I find them…please just say yes.”
Kurt sees no harm in placating Blaine. “Yes.”
Blaine’s lips are on his again and he lets himself withdraw into his head and let Blaine do what he wants. The human walks him to his room, leaving him at the door with one last, painful meeting of lips. When Kurt can no longer hear footsteps, he allows himself to fall to the floor and keen softly, airing the grief that is too great to contain.
Re: FILL 2b/5: Blaine/Kurt, Swan Maiden A.U T/W: Rape/non-con, Kidnapping, Coercion
anonymous
January 24 2012, 05:05:44 UTC
I love this, even though it sort of aches to read it. Kurt is definitely coming across as inhuman, so his confusion and the way he goes along with Blaine to placate him is working very well. My only strong feeling re: your casting would be in favor of Quinn, if she works with what you're planning.
So I'm debating on which glee character to bring in for the next chapter. Does the OP/any readers have any strong feelings about Karofsky or Quinn? I'm not really sure why...The character will sympathize with Kurt and give me a reason for him to open up and reveal his back-story a bit. I'm open for other suggestions if anyone has a preference.
Chapter 2
Kurt spends his days wandering the human’s building. The stone structures confuse him, sending him deep below the ground where he cannot hear his breath over the rush in his ears. It doesn’t take him long to learn the paths up to the sky. The people he passes, dressed in metal that grates irritatingly and hurts his ears, say it is the battlements on the outer wall of the castle, boasting that no enemy has ever broached their walls.
They ignore Kurt for the most part, though he feels their eyes on him as he walks. He knows they find it odd that he refuses clothing, but he cannot bring himself to confine his body like that. It is only the feel of the cool autumn air that keeps him sane in this body. When he closes his eyes, looking up at the sun and feeling its warmth alternating with the chill from the wind on his skin, he can imagine he is back home, safe in his true form.
Blaine visits him every day, assuring him that he is on the trail of the culprit and Kurt watches him lie without saying a single word. Kurt hasn’t spoken a word since that night, but Blaine never seems to expect any different. It is a good day when Blaine does not touch him, but the human seems unable to keep his hands to himself, often reaching out and brushes against Kurt’s shoulder or his knee or his cheek.
It is a month before Blaine shows annoyance at Kurt’s silence. Kurt is sitting on the battlements, looking at the land stretched out before him and letting the ache in his heart consume him. He recognizes Blaine’s footsteps but does not turn to acknowledge him.
“You should really be wearing something, Kurt. You’ll catch a cold.” It takes all of Kurt’s strength not to run from the weight of Blaine’s hand on his shoulder. He does not know how it is possible to ‘catch a cold,’ but he assumes ‘cold’ is not referring to the shift in weather. “Please, Kurt. I don’t want you to get sick.” He looks at Kurt, who tries to hold eye contact and not focus on the pain radiating from where Blaine’s hand is contacting his skin. “Say something.”
“I do not get sick.” Kurt is loathe to tell Blaine about his people, but he knows if he says nothing, Blaine will get angry. He needs to keep Blaine happy, so he will return the robe.
“People are talking, Kurt. It’s not normal for people to walk around naked.” There is an order in there, unspoken, and Kurt bristles at it, his temper rising. It is such a relief to know he is still capable of feeling something other than pain that he forgets his resolve not to speak.
“I am not your kind, Blaine.” He feels fire flash in his eyes and takes pleasure when the human leans back. Even among his own people his temper is famous for being explosive, and very few are willing to provoke him. “I am not governed by your ridiculous rules. If my habits bother you, then - “
He does not get a chance to finish, because Blaine’s lips are on his, forcing him to silence. He goes limp, passively responding while praying for the assault to end. It is only Blaine’s hand, still on his shoulder with fingers digging in, that keeps him from trying to escape. The pain in his shoulder overpowers the discomfort of his lips, drawing his attention there exclusively. When Blaine pulls away to breath, he relaxes his grip on Kurt’s shoulder. He gives a shaky smile and trails his hand down Kurt’s arm, taking Kurt’s hand and drawing him up.
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“What about my robes?”
“I’m looking.” There is hurt in Blaine’s eyes but Kurt does not understand why. “But until I find them…please just say yes.”
Kurt sees no harm in placating Blaine. “Yes.”
Blaine’s lips are on his again and he lets himself withdraw into his head and let Blaine do what he wants. The human walks him to his room, leaving him at the door with one last, painful meeting of lips. When Kurt can no longer hear footsteps, he allows himself to fall to the floor and keen softly, airing the grief that is too great to contain.
-end Part 2-
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