01: cell
Title: To be Locked In or Locked Out?
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Table 01:01 Cell
Character/Pairing: Fayte/Elliott
Rating: G
Word Count: 406
Authors Notes: Trying to iron out the plotline and whatnot. This takes place in Italy around the 1500s.
Disclaimer: Characters and plot belong to me. :)
"This is what you deserve for lying to me." He pretty much spat at my face. I could hear the mirth boiling in his voice, along with the betrayal that I had bought upon him.
"Elliott-” He wouldn't hear any of it as he walked away. My eyes fell hopelessly to the grime grown between the crevices of the stone floor. My heart gripped together painfully and I winced at the tears that were threatening to fall.
I had been in worst conditions, but the fact that I had hurt him so intensely was what pained me the most. He wouldn't even listen to a single word I had to say. But I had to get out of here. I had to explain to him what had happened, and that I had never meant to hurt him.
And that I love him.
Being locked in here for at least a week-my appetite was growing by the moment. However, I was in no shape to break myself out either. My body was weak from whatever they found to pump into me. The guards were instructed to inject me with more of that liquid every several hours. At least that seemed to be how often they had come to ‘check’ on me.
The sound of footsteps resounded from afar and a short exchange of words signaled me that my next dosage had arrived. A young man in his late twenties appeared from the side of the cell and made way to the locked gate. His tail of long hair was tied in a small pony, hanging over his left shoulder. Something about him seemed oddly familiar to me. I could barely make out his face with the small amount of light that filtered through the window.
He advanced towards me, tucking the over-sized syringe into his pocket. I looked up at him in confusion and watched as he reached out to the large metal bonds that held my arms above my head. The metal shattered with a strangled crack and fell heavily to the floor.
"Wha--" He cut me off with a finger on my lips and grinned as he removed the beret that had been overshadowing his face.
"Raphael?" I half hissed and half whispered.
"I'm here to take you home, Miss Fayte."
Somehow starving to death in this horrid cell sounded much more enticing than returning to the locked cage with the beast.
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Table 01:01 Cell
Character/Pairing: Fayte/Elliott
Rating: G
Word Count: 406
Authors Notes: Trying to iron out the plotline and whatnot. This takes place in Italy around the 1500s.
Disclaimer: Characters and plot belong to me. :)
"This is what you deserve for lying to me." He pretty much spat at my face. I could hear the mirth boiling in his voice, along with the betrayal that I had bought upon him.
"Elliott-” He wouldn't hear any of it as he walked away. My eyes fell hopelessly to the grime grown between the crevices of the stone floor. My heart gripped together painfully and I winced at the tears that were threatening to fall.
I had been in worst conditions, but the fact that I had hurt him so intensely was what pained me the most. He wouldn't even listen to a single word I had to say. But I had to get out of here. I had to explain to him what had happened, and that I had never meant to hurt him.
And that I love him.
Being locked in here for at least a week-my appetite was growing by the moment. However, I was in no shape to break myself out either. My body was weak from whatever they found to pump into me. The guards were instructed to inject me with more of that liquid every several hours. At least that seemed to be how often they had come to ‘check’ on me.
The sound of footsteps resounded from afar and a short exchange of words signaled me that my next dosage had arrived. A young man in his late twenties appeared from the side of the cell and made way to the locked gate. His tail of long hair was tied in a small pony, hanging over his left shoulder. Something about him seemed oddly familiar to me. I could barely make out his face with the small amount of light that filtered through the window.
He advanced towards me, tucking the over-sized syringe into his pocket. I looked up at him in confusion and watched as he reached out to the large metal bonds that held my arms above my head. The metal shattered with a strangled crack and fell heavily to the floor.
"Wha--" He cut me off with a finger on my lips and grinned as he removed the beret that had been overshadowing his face.
"Raphael?" I half hissed and half whispered.
"I'm here to take you home, Miss Fayte."
Somehow starving to death in this horrid cell sounded much more enticing than returning to the locked cage with the beast.