Recluse ( Lautrec X reader )

Lautrec (15. Toska

6 years later.

Lautrec watched from the side as the knight that she is to be betrothed ignored and waved her away as she attempted everything to get one single care from him.

"Wanting him, needing him. So hard to please him. "

Lautrec would listen in the nights as to how he abused her. Walking up to her as she watched the sun rise from over the mountain. "Lautrec could you please brush my hair?"

Lautrec took the brush in hand looking at it as he gazed at her as she kept her face to the sun.

Lowering his eyes to see the bruises on her hands. The skin was torn from wrist to knuckle. Three finger nails missing from her left hand.

"It's such a beautiful morning isn't it?" She smiled, attempting to be as pleasing as possible.

"Remember when we used to run through the fields chasing each other. You were my knight assisting me on my adventures." She laughed softly from those vivid memories. "You tried to kiss me one time."

Lautrec smirked looking to the side. "I wanted to run away with you." He responded hoping to hear or see anything that would be a clue that she does wish for something else. Her smile weakened. "Yes, you did. I couldn't do that. You need to succeed in becoming the best of yourself. I must commit to my suffering."

Lautrec rolled his eyes to the side.

"I'll do what I can. But I seem to keep doing the wrong things. Saying the wrong things. My tongue will be cut off if I am not careful with my words."

Her head lowered as she lifted her hand to see the missing finger nails. "Do not worry for me. Please focus on yourself. They will break me so that I will be hollowed. If not then I will be killed. If I fight back. I will be killed."

Lautrec tilted his head to the side, grinding the back of teeth. "That won't happen. I'll kill them all." Lautrec responded as he walked behind her.

Gently feeling her tangled hair that is now damaged and intertwined.

"Lautrec you shouldn't say such things."

Lautrec shut his eyes attempting to control himself. "You shouldn't care for what I say. You shouldn't care at all. Just as you don't care what your husband does to you. Inside you are burning for a secret yearning. To be free."

She lowered her head down as he gently brushed the bottom of her hair.

"Why have you not been to our ceremonies to pray? You should come again. It's not like you to be this cruel." Lautrec looked at the sun rising. "Forgive me, but won't you help me? I've fallen desperately angry with the gods for they seem to not want to care." Lautrec said sarcastic and cold as she closed her arms around herself.

"The morning is not beautiful. It's callous and boring with that fucking empty smile of yours."

She turned around quickly to look up at him with watering eyes as Lautrec lowered his arms with her brush in hand. Dropping it to the ground he reached up with both hands hovering them over her face. Seeing the scars, the bruised marks cut down on her lip.

"What did he do to you?" Lautrec felt his blood boiling.

"Take it back." Her lip trembled. "Take it all back Lautrec." Lautrec shut his eyes not wanting to see this before him. "Run away with me. All they do is use and abuse you. Perverted words they speak of are sick to me.."

Lautrec opened his eyes as he hovered his finger over the scar beneath her eye where the beating was so harsh it opened a wound.

"I can't.." She said reaching up to hold his hand on hers. "I - I can't."