[fic] nilchance: When the Black Moon Rises
[ Other RPF ]
Title: When the Black Moon Rises
Writer: nilchance
Status of work: complete
Characters and/or pairings: JDM/Jensen
Rating: NC17
Warnings, kinks & contents: [Click to read]slavery
Length: ~4,500 words
Summary: Jensen is a scholar/translator whose wife sells him to Jeff for the price of a map and a canteen of water.
Reccer's notes: This fic manages amazing world building in a very small space. And Jensen is such an interesting character here. Plus, the final scene manages to be burning hot even though what happens isn't about sex, really. This is just a very interesting very lovely piece of writing.
[Short excerpt]Jensen's eyes burn after a moment in the sun. He tucks his chin against his chest, the hood of the robe falling over his face. He thinks about the knife hidden inside his robes. He wonders what Marissa will tell the Elders. Probably the truth; what does she have to hide? It was a good trade.
There's no one at C-85 to mourn. The Head Curator may pause a moment before going back to his studies. Marissa will find a new husband.
He's been bought like cattle. Jesu. To what end?
They ride and ride, a lulling rhythm. Jensen lets his mind drift back to his books, back to a place where he's not hungry and tired and hurt. To the quiet corner of the library where he smells only parchment and ink, hears only the scratch of his pen. He falls into the rhythm of conjugation: I am to be carried, portandus sum. I was to be carried, portandus eram. I will deserve to be carried, portandus...