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Re: Gamzee/Tavros

[yamitami]

Tavros focused on his breathing as he waited for the markmaker’s assistant to hand him his pants. He would have liked the shirt too but it had been thrown into the brazier as part of the ceremony; it symbolized how he had been stripped of his sign along with his freedoms. The only mark he could wear from then on was Gamzee’s carved into his back; his shirts would have to be plain black from then on. The only part of Tavros’s sign he could keep was the color so that everyone would still know he was a brownblood. His slave collar, a simple silver band that rested comfortably just above his collarbone, was inlaid with a band of brown stone the same color as his blood.

However while he had to suffer without a shirt until they got back to Gamzee’s hive he did at least get to put his pants back on. Or so he thought. The minutes stretched on and the bundle of black fabric never came into view. With rising dread Tavros chanced a look at the small table where he had laid his clothes at the beginning of the ceremony. He had bundled up his underwear, socks, and shoes in his pants and had laid his neatly folded shirt on top for easy access.

The table was empty.

He bit down even harder on his lip and tasted blood. They couldn’t do this! Except that they could. If questioned they’d probably say that he didn’t separate his shirt from the rest of his clothes and therefore had no choice but to chuck the lot into the fire. Even if there was some way to prove that they did it on purpose, and if there was any chance the gathered highbloods would accept that proof, his clothes were gone. Gamzee couldn’t afford to raise a fuss about this slight and Tavros certainly could get away with it. There was nothing else to do.

Tavros took a long hard look at that culling fork and forced himself to keep it together before slowly turning towards the arc of the audience’s seats. He kept his eyes down on the floor-if he looked any of these trolls in the eye they wouldn’t hesitate in making him pay-and slowly looked around the room until he found his four wheel device. It was in the center of the room pushed up against the low wall dividing the ceremonial area from the gallery, right in front of Gamzee’s seat. Tavros didn’t entertain any delusions about his four wheel device being brought to him.

Closed his eyes and tried not to hear as the first in the audience chuckled with the realization of what had happened. Tavros lay down on his belly and started pulling himself across the floor to his four wheel device and tried to ignore the cruel laughter sweeping across the room. He was halfway there when they started openly jeering at him and making all manner of lewd comments; after all, what use was a paralyzed slave if his duty wasn’t to be on his back?