It Was You - Davos Blackwood x Aeron Bracken

Chapter 5 - Prisoner

    The night was slowly clawing its way onto the horizon as Davos entered the cabin. He had stalled Phantom for the night. The Blackwood huffed, rustling around in a cupboard until he found a large candle. He sat it in the windowsill above Aeron on the cot. It light up the area well, as long as there was some light peaking in from outside. He pulled all of the essentials from the sack, placing them down gently as to not break anything. He first grabbed the firemilk, uncorking the vile. He tipped it over the penetrating wound, using about half. It bubbled as it made contact with the Bracken's torso. In an instant, Aeron began to thrash. Davos' eyes jetted up to the boy's face. He was still unconscious, but the pain overwhelmed him. The raven-haired boy jumped up, minding his leg. He straddled Aeron, holding his wrists above his head until the convulsions stopped. Davos sneered at the boy, letting his wrists go. He stayed on top of him, dabbing gently at the wound. A lot of bad blood had bubbled up to the surface, which was a good sign. He bent to the side, grabbing the jar of poultice. It was a mixture of mustard seeds, nettles, and bread mold. It was used to prevent infection, and was known to work well. He scooped a heaping glob onto his hand, smooshing it into the open wound. He watched Aeron's features for any contour of pain. Aeron moved his head side to side, squirming a little. Davos then grabbed the needle and thread, easily slipping the thread through the eye of the needle. He bent the needle into a hook shape, so it would be easier to use. 

    His handiwork was crude, but held the wound closed. He left a corner open to allow for drainage. "Up to you now to survive," he signed, slipping off of the boy's hips. Before leaving the cottage, he blew the candle out, rewetting the cloth that sat atop his forehead. He would sleep in the loft of the barn, didn't need to be strangled with a chain in the middle of the night. 

    Aeron's head thumped, and when his eyes slit open, his vision was blurry. The first thing he felt was the searing pain in his lower abdomen, and the dryness of his throat. He used his elbows to prop himself up, his blonde hair falling gracefully over his shoulders. It was a tangled mess, but he wasn't aware. Slowly, he moved to a sitting position off the side of the cot. He saw the bucket next to him, a ladle submerged in it. He hungrily grabbed it, gulping down what he could in the first scoop. As he moved to get another drink, he saw it. The large shackle around his ankle. He dropped the ladle, standing swiftly. He instantly regretted it, a jolt of pain shooting through his abdomen. He instinctively placed his hand over the wound, expecting it to be open and oozing. He glanced down at the stitch work, amateur at best. He began to slowly freak out, tearing the cabin apart trying to find something to free himself. He moved to the door, flinging it open. His eyes darting around, a dark realization hitting him.

    "This is..." his voice trailed off as the door to the barn opened, Davos striding out. Aeron stared at him, wide eyed. He retreated into the cabin, placing himself back down onto the cot. No sooner than he did, Davos walked in.

    "Welcome back, cunt." Davos grinned evilly, crossing his arms. He moved to sit across the room at the table for two. Sat on the table was a dried bundle of flowers.

    Aeron stared down at his trembling hands, "What kind of sick joke is this, Blackwood?"

    Davos bit his lip, inclining his head, "What, no thanks for saving you?"

    "You call tethering me to the wall saving after stabbing me?" Aeron scoffed, his eyes burning, tears threatening to spill. He was angry, and confused. Davos simply shrugged, a smug smile plastered to his face. He stood, and with a swish of his cloak, he exited. Aeron noticed his limp, remembering the large gash Davos had sustained while chasing after him. The blonde rushed to the front window, peering out.

    'If only I could get this chain off, I could outrun him...' Aeron thought to himself, but that was quickly shot down as he watched Davos lead his horse out of the barn, releasing her to enjoy some lush grass. He was utterly fucked, what was the Blackwood planning on doing to him? Davos hobbled back towards the cabin, two plates in his hands. Aeron rushed back to the cot, acting as if he wasn't watching. 

    Davos returned, sitting back down in the same spot he had been in before. "Come, sit Bracken," he motioned to the seat in front of him. 

    "No way in the seven hells would I do that!"

    "Suit yourself," Davos sat Aeron's plate on the ground, forcefully sliding it across the floor with his boot. Dirt clung to the food, thanks to Davos. Aeron bent to pick it up, the pain in his abdomen a reminder of his wound. He didn't need to be leaning over very much. Davos had given him a ration of jerky and eggs. Aeron glanced up, seeing that the black-haired boy wasn't watching, he dug into the food, eating quickly. He barely chewed, the jerky going down his throat harshly. 

    "Do you gobble cock that way, Bracken?" Aeron stopped eating, moving his gaze to Davos, who continued, "If so, I may need to try that out." Davos roared with laughter. He was mocking Aeron. Davos had known for years Aeron didn't like women that way. Davos was the reason the rumor had started in the first place. The blonde didn't respond, but ate slower, turning his back to Davos. The Blackwood raked his eyes away, back to his food. His face was adorned with a deep frown. "There is extra linen in that chest," Davos motioned to the one at the foot of the cot. Aeron turned his head slightly towards Davos, not speaking. "Of course, its Blackwood embellished. Its either that, or go naked. I would rather you choose the first."