Poenus: How Azrael falls (BL)

The Sword

DRACO

The raven haired general wondered just how long does it take for a human to drown, because that’s just what he wanted right now. Just dunk his head into the water and hopefully cutting off his oxygen. But it would be really ironic for the anger of death’s incarnate to die, not to mention how would the county function without his help. Of course he still managed to keep a straight face and wish that Kiel wouldn’t notice his inner turmoil, if his fellow general did notice he wasn’t saying anything. He strolled through the pools, his actions nonchalant as he soaked himself in the herb infused water.

In his defence he didn’t know, of course a slave being nameless wasn’t surprising but he had never met one, until the pale haired beauty (what?!). Plus he was running out of names to call him in his inner monologue.

“I don’t have a name.” those words somehow had an effect on him, like something had struck his entire being and rendered him speechless. He just didn’t understand, the way he argued about his master with such passion, not only did he see it in those crimson orbs he had felt it at their link as well. It was clear he loved this so called master of his and he was probably loved back, but why was he nameless?

Reverse Psychology? Some serious case of Stockholm Syndrome?

The assassin’s relationship with his master wasn’t built entirely of fear, he had met a lot of slavers in his life and he would see how these masters would use fear for their slaves to obey. He suspected it was more intimate than that and he also suspected he wasn’t just an assassin with those looks (curse that human cat).

He’s nameless…damn it. I may have gone through worse but nothing tops it off than being nameless for your whole life.

A name is one’s identity after all, without your name you are no one.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw the shorter male smile

Well that was enough for him to drop his cool and calm façade

“No problem kid if you have troubles with your hair feel free to find me, or the others you’re becoming a general right? Its only natural to help a fellow general.”

“Ah yes I have no choice as I am bound to Draco. I look forward to working with you.”  

That tone hurt, while his voice may not be compared with Mina’s it was soft and smooth but it held contempt. He was half listening to his conversation with Kiel and his tone had been rather upbeat, but mentions of becoming a general made it flip completely.

Draco had morals and principles and dragging someone down with him wasn’t one of them. He wanted to shout right there and then that he himself didn’t have a choice either. That Azrael had acted on his own without him knowing it.

But he stayed quiet, not sure if it would make things better. He mentioned he wanted a stable relationship with the tanned male, maybe not as far as being friends but at least they would come to have no hostility towards each other. Honestly he didn’t know why his hate to the pale haired beauty had suddenly vanished over night when he had loathed him for a month.

Kiel had left for some unknown reasons (or probably on purpose) and his thoughts went back to drowning himself, an awkward silence was felt as he remembered how shameful he had been.

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“I don’t have a name”

He didn't know what affected him more, he fact that he was nameless or how he had pried their hands off.

“How could you be nameless? You’re beautiful and all I-“

He slapped a hand to his mouth as his thoughts were suddenly blurted out of his mouth, even the assassin was startled and looked away biting his lip. Thank heavens Sasha had showed up and brought over the things he requested, using that as an excuse he had changed the subject and lead him to the baths.