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rainbowfic2015-09-21 10:22 pm
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Midnight 18: Marks
Author: Kat
Title: Marks
Story: In the Heart - Spartacus AU
Colors: Midnight 18 (Vivid)
Supplies and Materials: Eraser (Spartacus AU), oils ("meanwhile, in a parallel universe..."), novelty beads (I've seen you count your blessings, with hatchmarks on the walls)
Word Count: 330
Rating: PG-13
Summary: She didn't mind the marks they left on her.
Warnings: slavery, the appearance of physical abuse (but not the reality), plus rough (but entirely consensual) sexytimes. And a mention of blood.
Notes: Still trying to get through the monster Spartacus saturation before amnesty week is out. Wish me luck...
She didn't mind the marks they left on her.
Most of them-- almost all of them, really, were there to protect her. She knew that. The bruises on her neck and upper arms, streaks of blood on her thighs and hips, those were for show. For the guards, for the Romans, for the other gladiators even; anyone who might think to take her away. A plaything was amusing. Anything more than that... was dangerous.
She did not know what she was to them, exactly, but she knew she was not a toy.
But sometimes... she remembered Felipe, scattering kisses over her shoulders, and once or twice kissing just a bit too hard, with a little too much teeth. He left a mark in the crook of her elbow once-- she used to rub it, absently, until it faded. A kind of good luck charm. And Zack sometimes leaves bruises, fingerprints on her inner thighs or hips. He didn't mean to, and they didn't hurt, but she liked how they looked, what they meant.
She and Felipe ended up with a matching set once, hers stark on her pale skin, his more like shadows. They'd laughed, and he'd mocked Zack until Zack tackled him and left a whole new set of bruises. They were so rough with each other sometimes; it used to worry her, but she saw Zack kiss each bruise after, his mouth lingering.
The night before they sold her, he left those marks on her, holding her thighs apart to keep her from clamping down on his head. She kept them as long as she could, pressing her fingers into the bruises to keep them blooming dark on her skin. As long as she had them, she still had her boys.
They faded. All things faded, and one morning there were no marks, no spots of bright, sweet pain. No hands spread wide on her body. No more. Ever.
She turned her face to the wall and cried.
Title: Marks
Story: In the Heart - Spartacus AU
Colors: Midnight 18 (Vivid)
Supplies and Materials: Eraser (Spartacus AU), oils ("meanwhile, in a parallel universe..."), novelty beads (I've seen you count your blessings, with hatchmarks on the walls)
Word Count: 330
Rating: PG-13
Summary: She didn't mind the marks they left on her.
Warnings: slavery, the appearance of physical abuse (but not the reality), plus rough (but entirely consensual) sexytimes. And a mention of blood.
Notes: Still trying to get through the monster Spartacus saturation before amnesty week is out. Wish me luck...
She didn't mind the marks they left on her.
Most of them-- almost all of them, really, were there to protect her. She knew that. The bruises on her neck and upper arms, streaks of blood on her thighs and hips, those were for show. For the guards, for the Romans, for the other gladiators even; anyone who might think to take her away. A plaything was amusing. Anything more than that... was dangerous.
She did not know what she was to them, exactly, but she knew she was not a toy.
But sometimes... she remembered Felipe, scattering kisses over her shoulders, and once or twice kissing just a bit too hard, with a little too much teeth. He left a mark in the crook of her elbow once-- she used to rub it, absently, until it faded. A kind of good luck charm. And Zack sometimes leaves bruises, fingerprints on her inner thighs or hips. He didn't mean to, and they didn't hurt, but she liked how they looked, what they meant.
She and Felipe ended up with a matching set once, hers stark on her pale skin, his more like shadows. They'd laughed, and he'd mocked Zack until Zack tackled him and left a whole new set of bruises. They were so rough with each other sometimes; it used to worry her, but she saw Zack kiss each bruise after, his mouth lingering.
The night before they sold her, he left those marks on her, holding her thighs apart to keep her from clamping down on his head. She kept them as long as she could, pressing her fingers into the bruises to keep them blooming dark on her skin. As long as she had them, she still had her boys.
They faded. All things faded, and one morning there were no marks, no spots of bright, sweet pain. No hands spread wide on her body. No more. Ever.
She turned her face to the wall and cried.
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*flops on this story*
I loves. It mine. You not take it 'way evers.
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Thank you!
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This lines sums up her character SO WELL. This was heartbreaking
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