#corvius

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Corvius (looking sickingly smug):

35) Do you need to restrain your whumpee often? How and why so?

Corvius: at least 2 to 3 times a week, one time he was my yard ornamentfor the better part of a month. He was on the frame more than he was off of it. That pain in the ass mongrel never ceases in trying to take the blame for other slaves failures. I play along, the guilt seemed to keep the rest in line. He didn't need to be unrestrained to serve his purpose anyway.

40) What do other people usually say about your whumpee?

Corvius: People are impressed by his obedience and skill. My slaves are highly sought after, and Dasa is my masterpiece, it had better be all good things…. for his sake.

Dasa (scanning around nervously):

12) Which of your whumper’s rules do you find harder to obey?

Dasa: Silence. The bands even make sleeping hurt when I'm under that order.

48) Do you have any plans or hopes for the future now?

Dasa: I will serve Princess Annika and Master Jarek to the best of my abilities for the rest of my life. I owe them so much for their kindness. It is my duty to protect them.

And I saw Corvius and immediately went:

MARQUIS DE LAFAYETTE!!!

BOUNS/EDIT/KADEN IS AN IDIOT-

I was looking at Hamilton fanart on Pinterest and...

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Lucien felt like acid had been poured over his bones themselves, and he was losing the fight to stay alive. Over cautious and perpetually alert, he hadn’t slept properly in days. Even with the Chelish noble nearly, he didn’t dare risk being caught unawares in the dark. The dark wasn’t as safe as it used to be— not since they left Nidal.

Victoire slept just next to where he sat. He’d normally take solace in watching her rest, knowing her to be safe, but even watching the gentle rise and fall of her body under her blanket did little to alleviate the anxiety that built in him. Lucien knee that Umbral Court was angry— at both him and Victoire. The bond they had created together was so completely against everything they had been taught at Kuthenites, and he had no idea how he even wound up in this position. However, Lucien knew he’d rather put up a fight and die than break that bond.

Across the campfire, the Chelish man slowly closed his journal. Corvius Salisfer. Lucien has known him for years— they had attended too many of the same parties as youngsters, and Lucien had even been betrothed to one of Corvius’s sisters for a brief time. Lucien imaged that they were headed to specifically her estate, though Corvius has been significantly less than direct in what his plans were.

“Lucien, you should consider getting to sleep. Victoire is going to magically force you again if you don’t.” Corvius looked worried— a genuine expression from him. For someone so close to the Chelish throne, he never did act like it. Lucien shook his head, not saying anything. Corvius signed, setting his journal down next to him.

“By the time Stheno sees you, in only a day or two, you’re going to look a wreak.”

“Corvius,” Lucien replied, “it is it like I intend to who your sister anymore.” Corvius made a snorting noise— a most unbecoming sound from him.

“No, but if you fall asleep as soon as you make it into her estate, she absolutely will make fun of you.”

Lucien eyed him. Cryptic was not something Corvius had previously been known for, but he had to trust him. To do otherwise would get him— and more importantly, Victoire— killed.

Lucien laid back into his bedding, trying to close his eyes. An arm— Victoire’s arm— snaked out of her blankets, placing itself across his middle.

“Don’t make me force you to sleep,” she said, her words soft and a smile on her lips. The soft, always loving expression was enough to help quell some of the anxiety bubbling over up in Lucien’s chest. He gave her a gentle kiss, and she closed her eyes again.

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