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Horza couldnāt hide his scars. They covered every inch of his body, from head to toe, varying in size and thickness, texture and colour, some fading, others still dark and puckered. Angry. Painfulā¦ Pushkrimp never said anything, something that Horza was grateful for. He doesnāt want pity or sorrow, for it does nothing for him. Thereās a hint of recognition in his eyes, though, that Horza isn't so sure about. Itās not a lie though perhaps he is merely hoping for such understanding from someone that seemed to care for him, even just a little bit. Pushkrimp never hid it, though he did look away from Horza, not wishing to stare, not wanting to view him when he was so vulnerable in a state of undress and in water that was nearly to his collarbone. Horza sank down, his nose just above the water as he looked over his shoulder. He wasnāt surprised by what he saw but it still made him feel strongly.Ā
Pushkrimp sat with his back to him, looking out alongside his beasts for any potential threats. Maybe he was nervous, as he was picking at his nails, at the grass and dirt as his caragors lazed about. One rested on his side, ears twitching as flies harassed him about his head. The other on his stomach, facing to his right, directly at his master. His yellow eyes flicked over to Horza, uninterested, then forward once again, yawning as he started to groom himself. Bored. Anxiety pooled in Horzaās gut as an offer rested on the tip of his tongue. It was hot, quiet and Pushkrimp went without bathing for his sakeā¦ He never said as such, of course, he never would, but it's the truth. Horza swallowed as he toed at a smooth rock that laid just beneath one of his feet.
āU-Uh-ā
Pushkrimpās head perked up. He nearly turned to face Horza but stopped just short of doing so. Maybe he could see the orc in his peripheral vision. It wouldnāt have bothered him if the uruk had turned to face him, if he faced him the entire time that he was bathing, but he didnāt and he cleared his throat, nervous.Ā
āE-Erm-? Y-Yey? H-Horzaā¦?ā He said his name so softlyā¦ Horza felt his heart slam against his ribcage. He nearly swallowed a mouthful of water but spat it out as he brought his head fully out of the water.
āY-Youā¦ can- c-can join m-meā¦. If you wishā¦ā His voice died in his throat as he spoke. Pushkrimp didnāt react immediately, almost as if he was straining his ears, uncertain of what he just heard. He hesitated a few times, seeming uncertain with what course of action he wished to take, before slowly turning to look over his shoulder.Ā
Pushkrimpās intense eyes were looking above Horzaās head, almost as if he was afraid to acknowledge him. It was such a strange sightā¦ Horza was accustomed to being ignored, largely due to his status as both an orc and a slave in Mordor. He knew what disgust looked like, what hatred and misplaced superiority looked like. This was not it. Pushkrimp leaned in on himself, hunching his shoulders slightly in a bid to look smaller. He was chewing on one of the corners of his mouth, enough so that Horza could see it plainly even when so far away. He swallowed thickly, starting to rock back and forth in a bid to soothe some of the anxiety that was raising his blood to his head.Ā
ā...yey? Areā¦ Hrmmā¦ā Pushkrimp stuck the nail of his thumb into the corner of his mouth, hooking it inside of his mouth and tugging on it as he ground his teeth against his sharp nail. Against everything that Horza has ever heard about Ferals, Pushkrimp took remarkable care of himself. Even when he wasā¦ Horza blinked and nodded beckoning Pushkrimp into the water with a raised arm. Horza was surprised that his hand wasnāt trembling as much as the rest of his body was. Pushkrimp looked down at his arm, then at his face. Horzaās face was tense but not fearful. He wasnāt afraid of Pushkrimp. Not anymore. It seemed to be the other way around now, with Pushkrimp uncertain and hesitant, fearing to hurt him, to scare him awayā¦Ā
To hurt him againā¦
āYou wonāt hurt me.āĀ
Pushkrimpās hand dropped away from his mouth. His brows knit together as he studied Horzaās expression and posture. He wasnāt appearing small before him. He wasnāt hiding his gaze or his person. He looked at Pushkrimp, awaiting his response. āYou can say noā hung in the air, but it wasnāt what either Horza nor Pushkrimp wanted. He nearly started to pick at his nails again but only grunted as he stood up, nodding to Horza as he began to undress.Ā
Horza's eyes lingered on Pushkrimp for far longer than he intended. He had already removed the furs that hung off his shoulder, laying it on the ground and was moving to remove the rest of his garb. By the time he had looked away, Horza had already seen much of Pushkrimpās bare body, his eyes flicking back over to him as he tried not to stare. It was difficult not to, as Horza often found himself staring at Pushkrimp, longing to get closer to him but too intimidated to do so.Ā
Pushkrimp was a large uruk but he was also very handsome to Horza. It was unusual for an uruk to be covered in hair. Not only did he have a head full of long and thick hair, almost as long as Horza was tall, he had hair on most of his body as well. On his arms, legs, on his chestā¦ Pushkrimp often wore thick furs that covered most of his body, even his arms and chest, maybe especially his arms and chestā¦ It was unusual but it wasnāt unattractive by any means to Horza, though it wasnāt the only thing that had caught his eye about the large, Feral uruk.Ā
His scarsā¦Ā
That was one of the many things that always stood out to Horza. Pushkrimpās scarsā¦ There were many across his entire body, from what Horza could tell. Gashes from claws, bite marks from wild beasts, dark markings from traumatic bruisingā¦ His eyes instantly fell on the large, thick gash that ran from Pushkrimpās left shoulder down to nearly his right hip, thickest on his upper ribs, right above his heart.
The wound that he had given him.
Horza fluttered his eyes and looked down at the water. Knots formed in his stomach as that moment flashed behind his eyes. His throat began to squeeze shut and his breath came out in short puffy. Horzaās heart throbbed in his ears and his eyes began to ache.Ā
Itās still soā¦ so rawā¦
Dark and thick with a shiny gloss of scar tissue. Pushkrimp never complained of any pain that he felt, not- not then and not now. Does it still hurtā¦? How can he look at Horza and think that he would be the one to hurt him and not the other way aroundā¦? The circumstances of that fight were terrible. Horza canāt even bring himself to feel regret for it but a twinge of guilt is still squeezing around his throat like some sort of viper. A splash had Horzaās heart dropping and his eyes pulling upright.Ā
Pushkrimp was barely waist deep in the water that Horza was barely able to poke his head out of. He looked at Horza, then around, then back to Horza. His ears were a little dark as well as just underneath his eyes. As tall as he was, he ducked down, so that his nose barely poked out from the waterās surface. His hair pooled around him, reaching almost to Horza as he stood a few feet away.Ā
ā...ā
Perhaps this was a mistakeā¦ Pushkrimp looked miserable, the exact opposite of what Horza wantedā¦ The large uruk blinked a few times, his reddish-orange irises grabbing the orcās attention and pulling him to lock eyes with him. Pushkrimp exhaled through his mouth, bubbles forming just in front of his face. It was sort of cute in a way, if an uruk like Pushkrimp could be cute.
Which was something Horza thought was possible.Ā
Pushkrimp closed his eyes, his shoulders dropping as he reopened them. He looked over to Horza, then away, almost sheepishly.Ā
āāsā¦ gādā¦ā H-Huhā¦? What did he-
Oh.
āItās good.ā
Horza felt his heart leap into his throat. Pushkrimp was terribly awkward but he was charming in his own way. Horza had to trust that he wouldnāt say or do something unless he truly meant itā¦ and he did believe this. Pushkrimp didnāt have an aversion to intimacy but he seemed wholly unfamiliar to it. This was a change that he was ill accustomed to but instead of fearing he tried to embrace it.Ā
Pushkrimp wanted to. He didnāt want to waste this opportunity that Horza had broached with him. Was he making a fool of himself? Likely, but instead of ridicule or a look of confused disgust, Horza seemed in utter awe, looking him up and down thoughā¦ Surely he must be mistakenā¦? The little orc settled in close to Pushkrimp, not close enough to touch him but not so far that he was out of reach. Maybe he was testing him a little, to see what his intentions were, if he truly meant when he said he wanted to do right and wanted nothing but the best for Horzaā¦Ā
This would become a fixture in their lives. Neither thought another living creature would want to be anywhere near their bodies as they were, scarred, damaged, unattractiveā¦ But instead of revulsion and disgust being expressed, they both looked at each other through shy glances and a gaze that would sometimes be held for just a moment too long. Thoughā¦ maybe it wasnāt long enoughā¦ Horza wanted to be closer to Pushkrimp and he the same. The little orc has offered often to wash the uruks back but he was hesitant, in spite of the fact that he has done the same for him many times. Pushkrimp wasnāt disgusted by Horzaās scars. He didnāt pity him either, though his heart ached and his throat squeezed shut ever time he remembered the fateful raid that had their paths meeting.Ā
If he was only an hour later-
āPushkrimp?ā
Horza said his name with a peculiar accent. It always made his ears heat up a little. He picked at his nails under the water, swallowing thickly as he sighed.
ā...go un-āĀ
āW-Wha-?ā
āG-Go-ā Pushkrimp motioned over his shoulder with a tilt of his head. They both spoke in accents and dialects that were difficult to understand. Still, they didnāt get nearly as frustrated with each other as they thought the other would. A very pleasant surprise. Pushkrimp hoped that his anxiety would soothe after this gets done and for a brief second, he forgot about it as Horzaās cheeks darkened a little and his eyes lit up. Horzaās eyes are soā¦ prettyā¦ No, maybe āhandsomeā would suit him betterā¦ or would he prefer ābeautifulā...? Pushkrimpās heart seized in his chest as the little orc waded behind him, cloth in hand. There was energy behind his step.
Until he saw his back.
I-Itās just likeā¦Ā
Gashes littered his back. Some mimicked symmetry, others were elongated, mismatched, hideously deep. There was no mistaking exactly what they were and the reasoning behind such punishment. The reason itself mattered not. It was cruel and they were as deep as they were faded. Oldā¦
His own scarsā¦Ā
Pushkrimp picked up on Horzaās apprehension almost immediately. His initial, gut reaction was that of shame. Shameā¦ His body sagged and his ears seemed to drop. Pushkrimpās posture was no longer at ease and instead rigid. Expectant. He was anticipating something, though what he was unsure of. Ridicule? Disgust? Disappointment? Horza should be angry, perhaps. The suffering Pushkrimp experienced was nothing in comparison to his own, the Uruk would readily admit to this. His pains are old though not forgotten, still fresh in spite of all the centuries since they bloomed onto his back. He would never forget the bite of the switch against his back and his shoulders and the bitter words that shaped him into the thing he would become. Pushkrimp didnāt want pity, he didnāt even want understanding. He only wished Horza wouldnāt despise him further than he likely already did.Ā
But how could he hate him so?Ā
The first touch was on his right shoulder, delicate and feather light. It made his shoulder twitch with enough vigor that Horza thought he had harmed the larger uruk. Pushkrimp wouldnāt turn to face him, for fear of what he would see looking back at him. He didnāt want to know what the orc thought of him. He didnāt want to know if he even understood what he was looking at. Pushkrimp hoped he wouldnāt butā¦Ā
He did.Ā
Horza swallowed thickly and gently swiped the cloth against the Urukās back. Even here, there was hairā¦ He could have smiled if he didnāt feel as though he would be sick. There were many, many markings on Pushkrimpās back, nearly all whipping scars from his youth. Uruks greatly frowned upon being wounded in the back, something orcs shared with them. There were no markings of beast attacks, of other weapons of any kind. Only that of a whip against a young and defenseless Urukās back. Horza lowered his head as he gently washed Pushkrimpās back, a touch that he was totally unfamiliar with and trembled against. Perhaps he was a little fearful of it, of Horza in such a moment of vulnerability. But Pushkrimp didnāt dare show much more of it, for fear that the little orc would stop touching him forever.Ā
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āYou strong little human", said the orc as he kissed you on your covered in blood lips.
Sat down on the dusty floor, trying to calm down. It surprised you but due to the shock you barely had a reaction. You just had a bad time with your opponent. Life among orcs is nothing easy for your kind.
You didnāt know he had views on you. And youāve known him for months ! In all the moments he could have kissed you, he chose the one where your face was covered in blood and tears ! Seriously ? You knew orcs had a thing for fights and blood but not to that point.
While you are trying to catch your breath and stop the anxiety to freeze your body, the orc makes his way to the arena. He didnāt stop the fight because he knew how important getting respect from the tribe is for orcs. You had to prove you could defend yourself. Especially when singleā¦ and human.
That being said, and this fight over, someoneās gonna learn a lesson about hurting his strong little human.
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