CUZ WHY THE FUCK NOT. NO WRITING QUIRK IN THIS.
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To say that you were terrified is DEFINITELY an understatement. To secure survival, your lusus decided to sell you off. Or marry you off. You didn't really know.
All you knew is that your lusus was an absolute dick. So here you sat, in a really gaudy coach, ready for the rest of your miserable life to begin. The trees whipped past at such a speed, everything just seemed grey. A menacing, yet almost reassuring grey. The carriage jolted forwards sharply, signalling you had arrived to a new personal prison. When you stepped outside to see the mansi-lair in front of you, you couldn't help but to nod somewhat please at the aesthetic nature of the regal building.
"Here goes nothing." You thought as your boots crunched on the gravel walkway.
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Right when you set foot in the house, you were immediately swept away into a room where you were stuffed into "appropriate" clothing for the night ahead. You were dressed head to toe in black and purple trappings flaunting the troll's extravagant wealth and public stature.
"Great, I get to be a trophy for some pompous jerk." You sighed as you fiddled with the end of your dark, formal yet slightly provocative outfit. You stepped outside of the room you were previously shoved into, only to be swept away once more into a VERY nice looking dining room. A mousy looking servant quickly stepped over to you with wide eyes, filled with fear and caution.
"I'm sorry, but his highness is not ready yet. Please take a seat at the table." The servant squeaked out finally. You smiled kindly and patted her shoulder. She flinched a little but her face turned in confusion.
"Thank you for your hard work. It's very much appreciated." But right when you stopped your sentence, a set of doors far from you slammed over with extreme power. The servant sprinted back into the kitchen as a shadowy figure made their way into the candle lit centre of the room. It was him. COME ON! You thought life was going to be rough before, fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck. He gestured you to sit, still not saying a single word. You just dreaded the moment you'd hear his thunderous voice ring off the stained walls. It honestly looked like a rainbow threw up the contents of its stomach on the walls, almost trying to make abstract art.
Very little time went past but it felt like hours while under that deafening silence. Well, it wasn't completely silent. You could hear the slobbering mess that was him eating, while you could barely even look at the food on your plate. The idea of food made the bile rise in the back of your throat. When you both, meaning only him, were finished, he motioned you to follow him; which you did blindly like a scavenging mongrel. You headed down the halls, guards regaining sharper posture once "his highness" walked by. But you could tell that when you both were out of ear shot, the guards and servants gossiped like they had nothing to lose.
You weren't shocked that place the Grand Highblood was leading you was to a bedroom. But what really shocked you is that he merely removed his shirt, crawled into bed and started sleeping. You knew you had to join him, so you did. VERY AWKWARDLY. You were basically hanging off the bed with a good six feet between both of your backs.
"You don't have to be motherfuckin scared of me, lil mama. I know I murder those below me, but I wouldn't ever purposely hurt my own matesprit." A quiet symphony of caution rose through his words, creating an aura of pure honest. You could feel him turn towards you as his muscular arms pulled your frail body in comparison closer to him.
"I don't want to fuckin pressure you either. If you want to have separate beds, done. If you never want to see my face again, this place is big enough that something like that can fuckin happen." His voice felt strained, like it was working all day and just wanted to rest a little. You turned slowly towards him and looked into his yellow, bloodshot eyes. Past all of that face paint and rage, you knew he was just tired. Tired of the life he was living.
"I think I'll be just fine." You finally were able to croak out. A small smile broke out onto his face as he gripped you tighter. You couldn't help but to smile. Just a little grin.
