This Saturday! Saturday! Saturday!
It's my birthday today. I spent most of the day doing absolutely nothing. But all of my thanks to everyone who has wished me well/texted me/vgifted me. It means a lot to me, especially since I know I've hardly been around. It probably seems like I suddenly started hating everyone, which is so far from true. I've just been living in an emotional
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A great, great many ♥
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It has been a long day and an even longer night. Marcus feels as though he could die on his feet like an unfortunate horse. He is used to feasting officials but this one seems as though he could live off only wine and laughter. Marcus had bowed out with a hoarse voice but he can still hear his uncle and the official roaring from his quarters.
He collapses into a chair, using his hands to straighten his stiff leg before it begins to cramp. When it is settled he tips his head back, collecting his breath, feeling the heaviness of his limbs and a thirst for plain water. There are no lights here in his room. He does not need one and Esca was in the kitchen with the other slaves when he managed to excuse himself.
He is tired enough he does not care. It has only been a moment but he is already lulled by the sound of his own breathing. He digs the heel of his strong leg into the floor so he will not fall and rests. Soon he will get into bed.
It is dark then not because he has no light but because he falls asleep. He wakes to mellow light and Esca standing awkwardly above him, his legs outside of Marcus' and his fingers digging into Marcus' armpits, preparing to drag him to his furs.
He's startled by Esca's closeness, his breath snorting out of him and his hands landing on Esca's flanks to push. His heel slips and his bad leg jerks into a cramp and so he only ends up making a wounded noise.
Esca lowers himself a few inches, hovering over Marcus' lap like it is nothing. He looks into Marcus' eyes.
"Are you unwell?" he asks quietly, his fingers coming free to touch Marcus' biceps, rubbing minutely.
"Fine," Marcus says, "just a start."
Esca looks down at his leg, although there is nothing to see. He maintains his stance and lets go of Marcus' left arm. He touches the knot in Marcus' thigh on the first try. Marcus winces and Esca glances at him.
The touch gets lighter. "Let me," Esca says. His voice is soft like he's asking permission but he's really not. He scoots back on his feet nimbly and slides to the side and down on his knees next to Marcus' hurt leg. His fingers are on the knot always, his fingertips warm.
He has been doing this for some time and he knows what to do, how to press to make it hurt in that way that signals looseness is forthcoming. His breath is on the inside of Marcus' knee and Marcus' neck feels hot. When the knot unties he sighs without meaning to, his hands in fists on his lap.
Esca's fingers stop and he looks up, his face half in shadows.
"I can continue," he says, still in that voice that pretends to ask. He lays his palm down on Marcus' leg, over the hurt place, his fingers higher now.
His neck on fire, Marcus nods. Esca puts his eyes down again, intent on his hand as it slides higher. Marcus can hear his own breath, but not Esca's, as he opens one of his fists, laying it on Esca's hair, not that Esca needs the guidance.
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I don't really know why I waited so long. I even started a fic and then did nothing with it. The Eagle is basically a storm of so many of my kinks, sexy or not. This sort of time period! Master and slave! Not liking each other at all initially! Other things I'm not thinking of!
and yes, I am too
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Right now I've just got an anon WIP on the kink meme but if you want I'll de-anon JUST FOR YOU offline. <3
You don't have to unanon anywhere but you could PM me and I will also go anon (even though I fail at being anon because my patterns of speech are so reconizable) and we will have a secret anoniffair. *shifty eyes.gif*
I have missed chatting with you <33
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