[Fic, TSAS AU] The Aftermath
I swear, Tellie, this is snowballing into some monster. I bet this will turn into canon out of sheer uh. badtouch. THE AFTERMATH OF CAS' AWESOME TOPPING by untold_reveries
Also, she has a MIRROR a-and Cas everything about you screams raaaaape ;;
Boundaries Broken Redux, coming soon |D
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When Trian heard the click of the door after Casimir's departure, he rolled onto his side, crawling towards the fireplace and curling up in front of it, shaking. Tucking his head under his arms, he couldn't stop the sobs of despair that wracked his body why how did this happen. Cold sweat clung to his shivering body like a shroud, and it was a shroud, covering him in darkness and choking life from him. He felt dirty, used, like this skin he was in didn't belong to him anymore. His claws dug into his thin wrists, still sore from Casimir's rough grip, a vain attempt to wake himself from this nightmare.
Trian didn't know how long he lay there, he lost all sense of time and awareness, but the dying flicker of his fireplace and the tingling itch of early morning sun beginning to burn him stirred him from his place on the wooden floorboards. Dragging himself numbly to his feet I can't stay here like this Trian braced himself against the wall, breathing deeply in an attempt to slow his ragged breathing, jumpy heart. But the moment his eyes took in the plaster beneath his fingers, he could almost feel Casimir shoving him up against the wall again, and he furiously bit down a scream, claws gouging holes in the wall.
Even his home had been defiled, he didn't feel safe in it anymore, and if he didn't feel safe...
He tore himself away from the wall, stumbling up the stairs, even the steps were trying to trip him up so he fell heavily against the sides, and fumbled with the bathroom door, closing it behind him more loudly than he intended to, struggled to force his shaking hands to pull the lock shut. Collapsing against the edge of his bathtub, Trian could barely concentrate enough to draw warm water for the bath with magic.
After a few moments of deep breathing, he calmed himself enough to focus, filling the bath with water, before stripping off his clothing, bloodstained shirt and pants pooling into a sullen pile at the base of the tub. Trian fell into the bath, rather than climbed into it, and immediately felt the sting and burn of water that was too hot against his chilled skin, water that made the blood rush to his hands and feet until they turned red and the skin under his claws a cold purple blue. Trian frantically scrubbed at his skin, scrubbing until his skin was raw, inflamed, but he could still feel Casimir all over him.
Trian felt a cry of anguish threatening to rip from his throat, drowned out when he forced himself under the water's surface don't let them hear. For a moment he lay there with his head on the bottom of the bath, watching the blurry strands of his hair floating above him, feeling his skin itch from the hot water, and wondered if he should just remain there.
But try as he might, he couldn't bring himself to stay under the water.
Breaking the water's surface, gasping for air, shoulders heaving, Trian wiped the water from his face, not all of it from the bath. He dragged himself out of the bath, water running down his spine, water dripping from his hair, and wrapped a towel around his waist rather than under his arms like he usually did. Trian didn't bother to bring his dirty clothes with him as he stumbled out of the bathroom, fingers searching blindly for the knob of the door to his room. Shutting it after him, he leaned against his door, breathing heavily I don't want them to know I don't want them to see me like this before locking it, he slid into another pair of pants and collapsed wearily onto his bed, wet hair quickly turning his sheets and pillow damp and cold.
Trian wrapped himself in the bedcovers, but he pulled them up over his head, as though he was hiding from monsters under his bed. But the monster he was afraid of didn't lurk under his bed, didn't hide in waiting; he was there in his mind, pressing himself against him, biting him hard enough to draw blood, trapping Trian with his body, pushing himself onto Trian -- his hips ached -- but not quite finishing the deed was it really mercy? Trian could see the face over him, knew there was going to be a next time, and he couldn't decide whether it would be better if Casimir just finished him, or kept him teetering on the edge like this why did you do it?
...I thought you were my friend!
Twisting the bedcovers more tightly around himself, as if it would somehow save him, Trian tried to turn to the darkness of sleep, but he remained stubbornly awake. He could hear footsteps down the hallway, conversation, cleaning, water pouring away, footsteps out of the house, then the soft scrape of a key turning, more words, more footsteps up the stairs, a hesitant knock on his door "Trian, are you alright?" at which he buried his face deeper into his blankets no, nono I'm not, Brother why aren't you here when I need you? Why did you do this to me Casimir? and cried soundlessly into the sheets.
Then it all fell into silence, but even then he couldn't sleep; he knew it wouldn't be long before Casimir returned.
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Too long? Too much angst? No topping by Cas?
... Trian takes a long time to emo D: LET'S HAVE ENDLESS MIRRORS TELLIE >:D
Also, she has a MIRROR a-and Cas everything about you screams raaaaape ;;
Boundaries Broken Redux, coming soon |D
--
When Trian heard the click of the door after Casimir's departure, he rolled onto his side, crawling towards the fireplace and curling up in front of it, shaking. Tucking his head under his arms, he couldn't stop the sobs of despair that wracked his body why how did this happen. Cold sweat clung to his shivering body like a shroud, and it was a shroud, covering him in darkness and choking life from him. He felt dirty, used, like this skin he was in didn't belong to him anymore. His claws dug into his thin wrists, still sore from Casimir's rough grip, a vain attempt to wake himself from this nightmare.
Trian didn't know how long he lay there, he lost all sense of time and awareness, but the dying flicker of his fireplace and the tingling itch of early morning sun beginning to burn him stirred him from his place on the wooden floorboards. Dragging himself numbly to his feet I can't stay here like this Trian braced himself against the wall, breathing deeply in an attempt to slow his ragged breathing, jumpy heart. But the moment his eyes took in the plaster beneath his fingers, he could almost feel Casimir shoving him up against the wall again, and he furiously bit down a scream, claws gouging holes in the wall.
Even his home had been defiled, he didn't feel safe in it anymore, and if he didn't feel safe...
He tore himself away from the wall, stumbling up the stairs, even the steps were trying to trip him up so he fell heavily against the sides, and fumbled with the bathroom door, closing it behind him more loudly than he intended to, struggled to force his shaking hands to pull the lock shut. Collapsing against the edge of his bathtub, Trian could barely concentrate enough to draw warm water for the bath with magic.
After a few moments of deep breathing, he calmed himself enough to focus, filling the bath with water, before stripping off his clothing, bloodstained shirt and pants pooling into a sullen pile at the base of the tub. Trian fell into the bath, rather than climbed into it, and immediately felt the sting and burn of water that was too hot against his chilled skin, water that made the blood rush to his hands and feet until they turned red and the skin under his claws a cold purple blue. Trian frantically scrubbed at his skin, scrubbing until his skin was raw, inflamed, but he could still feel Casimir all over him.
Trian felt a cry of anguish threatening to rip from his throat, drowned out when he forced himself under the water's surface don't let them hear. For a moment he lay there with his head on the bottom of the bath, watching the blurry strands of his hair floating above him, feeling his skin itch from the hot water, and wondered if he should just remain there.
But try as he might, he couldn't bring himself to stay under the water.
Breaking the water's surface, gasping for air, shoulders heaving, Trian wiped the water from his face, not all of it from the bath. He dragged himself out of the bath, water running down his spine, water dripping from his hair, and wrapped a towel around his waist rather than under his arms like he usually did. Trian didn't bother to bring his dirty clothes with him as he stumbled out of the bathroom, fingers searching blindly for the knob of the door to his room. Shutting it after him, he leaned against his door, breathing heavily I don't want them to know I don't want them to see me like this before locking it, he slid into another pair of pants and collapsed wearily onto his bed, wet hair quickly turning his sheets and pillow damp and cold.
Trian wrapped himself in the bedcovers, but he pulled them up over his head, as though he was hiding from monsters under his bed. But the monster he was afraid of didn't lurk under his bed, didn't hide in waiting; he was there in his mind, pressing himself against him, biting him hard enough to draw blood, trapping Trian with his body, pushing himself onto Trian -- his hips ached -- but not quite finishing the deed was it really mercy? Trian could see the face over him, knew there was going to be a next time, and he couldn't decide whether it would be better if Casimir just finished him, or kept him teetering on the edge like this why did you do it?
...I thought you were my friend!
Twisting the bedcovers more tightly around himself, as if it would somehow save him, Trian tried to turn to the darkness of sleep, but he remained stubbornly awake. He could hear footsteps down the hallway, conversation, cleaning, water pouring away, footsteps out of the house, then the soft scrape of a key turning, more words, more footsteps up the stairs, a hesitant knock on his door "Trian, are you alright?" at which he buried his face deeper into his blankets no, nono I'm not, Brother why aren't you here when I need you? Why did you do this to me Casimir? and cried soundlessly into the sheets.
Then it all fell into silence, but even then he couldn't sleep; he knew it wouldn't be long before Casimir returned.
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Too long? Too much angst? No topping by Cas?
... Trian takes a long time to emo D: LET'S HAVE ENDLESS MIRRORS TELLIE >:D