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FILL 6/?: Chains Made of Love, Klaine, Swan Maiden A.U mikoponyFebruary 1 2012, 16:51:47 UTC
T/W: Rape/non-con. A/N: This chapter contains mention of mpreg.
Part 6
Time passes in chunks for Kurt. He blinks and a week is gone. Blinks again and he’s missed a month. His mind has no memory of the missing days, but his used body offers a plethora of clues. There are hand shaped bruises on his hips, fingernail scrapes down his back, purple bruises on his neck.
Pain ceases to be anything but a word. He becomes accustomed to the heavy human body, allowing himself to forget the feel of hallow bones and wind in feathers. Freedom was something of the past, though the chains he wears are invisible to the human eye.
He allows one year to pass that way, submerged in his suffering. The human tries to draw him out, but Kurt refuses to give more of himself than necessary and eventually Blaine accepts that. It isn’t until Kurt wakes one morning in a cold sweat with the feeling of life fluttering under his breast that he determines to wear his chains with dignity.
He decides not to tell Blaine about the child until his body betrays his secret. He prays he can escape before the birth and spare his child any knowledge of his human father. His people will never accept the child simply because he is one half human, but in his time among humans he has met some who, while not like his own people, are kind. He will find one of those to raise this child.
Kurt’s return to life does not go unnoticed by Blaine, though Blaine does not question it. Kurt is granted the freedom to roam the countryside as he wishes so long as he returns before night fall. He cannot return to his lake, but he finds a clearing that humans have not touched and closes his eyes and pretends he is safe.
“I’m so sorry,” He says, resting one hand on the slight bulge in his stomach. A surge of protections accompanies that action and he curls in on himself. He apologizes for letting himself be caught, for letting this child, his first, be half of a person who captured him. He apologizes for what he hasn’t don’t yet, for abandoning the child to be raised by humans.
He tries to form other words. He wants to tell the child about the other half of his heritage, but he finds no words to capture the beauty of that life and ends up sitting in silence, an apology slipping past his lips every so often, followed by a gentle sob.
He is never late in returning, and the human is always there to greet him with a kiss on the lips. Whenever Blaine’s hand rests near his stomach, he is worried his secret will be exposed. And yet Blaine never guesses, never feels the steady thrum that is his child growing in Kurt’s body.
It is months before Kurt must reveal his secret. He knows he can no longer hide the changes the child is creating on his body, and he resolves to confess the next time Blaine comes to his bed. But that night, the orders come for Blaine to report to his father to lead an army against the neighboring kingdom. He tells Kurt the news with tears in his eyes, his hand cupping the side of Kurt’s face and tracing circles with his thumb.
“I will miss you, darling,” He says, a single tear falling from where it has pooled in the corner of his eye. “Will you miss me?”
Kurt cannot speak without lying so he presses his lips to Blaine’s and hopes that action conveys what Blaine wants to hear. He seems satisfied as he pulls away, gaze lingering on Kurt as if memorizing him and Kurt pulls the blanket around his shoulder to hide his body from the human. As the door closes behind Blaine, Kurt feels a weight lift from his shoulders. A weight that after so long has become second nature to bear. For the first time in two years, he begins to believe he may yet find his way home.
A/N: This chapter contains mention of mpreg.
Part 6
Time passes in chunks for Kurt. He blinks and a week is gone. Blinks again and he’s missed a month. His mind has no memory of the missing days, but his used body offers a plethora of clues. There are hand shaped bruises on his hips, fingernail scrapes down his back, purple bruises on his neck.
Pain ceases to be anything but a word. He becomes accustomed to the heavy human body, allowing himself to forget the feel of hallow bones and wind in feathers. Freedom was something of the past, though the chains he wears are invisible to the human eye.
He allows one year to pass that way, submerged in his suffering. The human tries to draw him out, but Kurt refuses to give more of himself than necessary and eventually Blaine accepts that. It isn’t until Kurt wakes one morning in a cold sweat with the feeling of life fluttering under his breast that he determines to wear his chains with dignity.
He decides not to tell Blaine about the child until his body betrays his secret. He prays he can escape before the birth and spare his child any knowledge of his human father. His people will never accept the child simply because he is one half human, but in his time among humans he has met some who, while not like his own people, are kind. He will find one of those to raise this child.
Kurt’s return to life does not go unnoticed by Blaine, though Blaine does not question it. Kurt is granted the freedom to roam the countryside as he wishes so long as he returns before night fall. He cannot return to his lake, but he finds a clearing that humans have not touched and closes his eyes and pretends he is safe.
“I’m so sorry,” He says, resting one hand on the slight bulge in his stomach. A surge of protections accompanies that action and he curls in on himself. He apologizes for letting himself be caught, for letting this child, his first, be half of a person who captured him. He apologizes for what he hasn’t don’t yet, for abandoning the child to be raised by humans.
He tries to form other words. He wants to tell the child about the other half of his heritage, but he finds no words to capture the beauty of that life and ends up sitting in silence, an apology slipping past his lips every so often, followed by a gentle sob.
He is never late in returning, and the human is always there to greet him with a kiss on the lips. Whenever Blaine’s hand rests near his stomach, he is worried his secret will be exposed. And yet Blaine never guesses, never feels the steady thrum that is his child growing in Kurt’s body.
It is months before Kurt must reveal his secret. He knows he can no longer hide the changes the child is creating on his body, and he resolves to confess the next time Blaine comes to his bed. But that night, the orders come for Blaine to report to his father to lead an army against the neighboring kingdom. He tells Kurt the news with tears in his eyes, his hand cupping the side of Kurt’s face and tracing circles with his thumb.
“I will miss you, darling,” He says, a single tear falling from where it has pooled in the corner of his eye. “Will you miss me?”
Kurt cannot speak without lying so he presses his lips to Blaine’s and hopes that action conveys what Blaine wants to hear. He seems satisfied as he pulls away, gaze lingering on Kurt as if memorizing him and Kurt pulls the blanket around his shoulder to hide his body from the human. As the door closes behind Blaine, Kurt feels a weight lift from his shoulders. A weight that after so long has become second nature to bear. For the first time in two years, he begins to believe he may yet find his way home.
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