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tw: murder, violence, child abuse, mentions of torture
7th of November @Lavi
It had been some wonderful weeks. She had broken Sinbad, little by little. It was nice, not going for a slave, for obedience. She just wanted him to break, which was its own kind of joy. And how beautifully he had broken. It was enough to make a grown woman weep. His absence in Crystal Vales, in Cascade Bay in particular, had caused enough chaos that she had managed to make some money from investing in Sinbad's competitors. It was much easier to trade when you knew what was about to happen. It had been wonderful.
But it couldn't have stayed that way.
No, that would be too good. Instead, Maader had been called back to her base, her place of work, to learn that there was an intruder on the grounds. One that was making their way through her security forces at rapid speed. Annoyingly rapid speed. Maader gathered as many slaves as she could to her main room, her throne room, making sure that they all had at least one knife. The kids that she had subjected to the process, who had become more worthwhile as a result, were in front. They had been worthless slaves, not even having use as ornaments, but them volunteering to do that....gaining strength as the lesser of them fell. It had been so....pride filled, watching them grow and evolve.
And now, they'd either do their job, or die for her.
Seated on her throne, surrounded by some of her best slaves, the triplets seated at her skirts, Maader smiled. She fiddled with the protection necklace that Doom had given her, idly wondering what the man had done with Sinbad's Metal Vessels, before realising that she didn't care, as long as they were far out of her captive's reach. The intruder was tearing through her security, but that was okay.
Stress was an old friend. Lavi knew it better than anyone else, had seen enough in his years as a Bookman to understand the grueling reality of almost every situation behind any desk. He understood how governments ran, and in his time in Pandora, learning the Coterie's systems had been simple enough as well. Attempting to ensure his boyfriend's position remained open was its own beast. The arguments were exhausting, the meetings ran far too long and the very ache in his bones from a lack of sleep or any sort of rest haunted the scholar.
The word bias had been thrown around him so often it almost didn't sound like a word anymore, despite how it felt like someone was running a sword lightly across his neck each time. Another gash, another round of distance from the issue as he continued to argue and demand that information regarding their relationship was left aside. It rarely was.
In the rare event that he did sleep, it was interrupted by nightmares and stark reminders of the reality before him. Sinbad still wasn't safe, and it was his own goddamn fault. Attempting to clear his name properly was taking too long. The tracks were concealed professionally, there was never enough evidence and it slowly drained him of any emotion outside of bitterness.
A final tether, he would use it as fuel for as long as it was necessary. It would turn to ash and smoke and leave him covered in it, but there was still so much more that needed to be done at any given moment. Lavi felt distant, no longer qualifying as pretending to be someone who understood what humanity was truly good for. Some days it was hard to even answer to the name. That was the name of someone with hope and love.
Ironwood had tried. It wasn't enough, which meant it was time to bring the matter into his own hands. Enough time in the Wastes investigating and threatening while concealing his identity eventually led to enough of a clue. Deak was enough distance from the Head of the Scholar's Coterie, the mask and scarf replacing his usual eyepatch only helped.
The trail wasn't quite so cold after all.
Barely taking the time to think, he knocked guards away like bowling pins. Killing them was certainly a thought, but it was undeserving. No, that was reserved for the monster who did this in the first place. The fire in his veins had driven him far enough, it only continuing to boil as he slammed open the final door necessary, where it finally ran ice cold.
What little was left of Lavi broke through his expression, glancing at the children for a moment and shrinking Iron Hammer a bit. They were... young, their expressions all matching the same as Lenalee's had on that first day. He took a deep breath, refusing to let it shake. This wasn't the time to dissolve his plans. His gaze sharpened, an iron shield of nothingness behind his eye as it shifted to Maader.
"Where the hell is Sinbad." It wasn't a question, no. It was a snarled demand, a strength in his voice that was rare.
Aw, it was the boyfriend. Desperate to protect his lover, to save the man Sinbad had once been. It would've been sweet, if it didn't mess with Maader's plans so much. She did wonder what had brought him to her door, but Maader supposed that there was very little that pure stubbornness would not achieve, and from everything that she had learned about the boy in front of her, she had picked up that he was incredibly stubborn.
Compared to the harsh, demanding tone of his voice, which caused the children around her to recoil, Maader's voice was smooth as silk as she spoke. "Sinbad has been disobedient, and therefore punished, like bad children are. Right, children?" she said, as if that was a perfectly reasonable thing to say, even as her eyes glinted with a malicious glee. One of the children, closer to Lavi, nodded, clearly trying to be brave. "H-h-he said bad things about our mother, and that deserves punishment!" the child, no older than 12-13, spoke. "Exactly," Maader replied, voice almost a croon. "I'm sure he'd bad glad to see you, but he's in isolation right now. Bad behaviours can be contagious, after all."
She hadn't forgotten how Sinbad had raised her last slaves against her, turned them into a rioting force. Not again. Instead, he was kept isolated. Alone, except for when she'd lock him in with a child he couldn't save, be they ill or injured, and watch him scream. She'd kill him one day, but, for now, she was content to make him suffer.
Though, the things that she could do with the boyfriend.... it was a shame that her guards hadn't done their job and captured or killed him. Though alive was preferable, Maader could only imagine what effects being locked into a cell with the rotting corpse of the boy he loved would do to Sinbad's sanity.
"Either way, he's out of your reach. So what are you going to do, scholar?"
An Ewok strolls into a cantina and says to the bartender, “I’ll have a whisky and........soda.”. The bartender says, “Sure thing - but why the little pause?”
“Dunno,” says the Ewok. “I’ve had them all my life.”