Brothel AU for draconita

[darotisentys]

[It's only been a day, but he is anxious to get back to her. He won't say he's desperate to go to the brothel, because that's not the case. He would want her no matter where he found her.

The brothel is it, however, and once he's gathered with his men and orders given for the day, meals taken and a bath, he manages to sneak out once more and go to where he knows he'll find her.

His Alys.

He doesn't take his time. He's at the door as soon as he can and enters as quietly as possible, not wanting to draw a scene. He doesn't stop until he's found her.]

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[darotisentys]

Caring is vulnerability.

[Weakness. He can't stand that,]

What good does it do anyone to feel softly?

[draconita]

Suppose not much at all.

Easier to search for comfort in a brothel. Safer, certainly.

[darotisentys]

[His jaw clenches.]

Clearly, then, I am wasting my time.

[draconita]

Stop that.

[ A hand cupping his chin, lowering his face to hers. ]

You crave what you crave. You're here. You can allow yourself this moment you made for yourself with me, without lashing out and letting anger get the best of you.

[darotisentys]

[It's not entirely anger that's getting to him, but the thought of the embarrassment he may face if word gets out.]

I asked you to help me. Will you?

[draconita]

Depends.

[ A soft kiss, to soothe, to put things behind. ]

Will you make me lay in the ground again?

[darotisentys]

[He is mollified, for now.]

This time, we can use the bed.

[draconita]

[ For now. ]

Then take me to bed, sweet boy, and all you want will be given.

[darotisentys]

[He's still at the point where he isn't sure what he wants to be given, but he'll lead her over to the bed all the same. Have her sit on the edge while he removes his boots. It's a start.]

[draconita]

[ While he does that, Alys simply makes herself comfortable, crawling until she can set herself up against the multitude of soft pillows.

Watching him, when he turns, hands resting over her stomach until she extends ones towards him, palm up.

A silent invitation. ]

[darotisentys]

[He takes her hand and scoots up next to her, resting at her side propped up on an elbow. He's watching her just as closely.]

Will you enjoy any of this?

[draconita]

[ She cups his cheek, humming softly with a little smile. ]

It's not often something like this falls into my lap.

[darotisentys]

A wounded prince?

[draconita]

A wounded boy.

[ What use have titles in bed? Behind close doors, it is always man and woman. ]

They have made you sad.

[darotisentys]

I did that. I have... regret.

[He looks down at the sheets at that, shying away from her touch.]

[draconita]

That's good.

[ She goes after him, lips upon the crown on his head. ]

If you have regret, it means your heart hasn't gone to stone.

[darotisentys]

[He swallows thickly.]

I cannot make it go away.

[draconita]

[ Silence.

Slowly, then, the pull of her hands, nudging him towards the comfort of her chest. ]

Blood spilled is not so easy to wash away.

[darotisentys]

[She is warm and inviting and for the moment, this just might be what he needs. He rests his head against her breasts and wraps his arms around her. And then he simply breathes.]

[draconita]

[ Long fingers, threading through his hair.

She hums then, allowing him his silence, his comfort. Alys knows. The entire kingdom knows.

But he is just a boy; a wild, proud thing, given blood and power. ]

[darotisentys]

[It's a long time before he makes to move. He raises his head to press a kiss against her lips, soft and gentle. Something of a silent thanks.]

[draconita]

[ The madam smiles, kissing back his forehead. ]

Better?

[darotisentys]

For now.

[His fingers play along the top edge of her nightgown, knuckles stroking the skin along her collarbones.]

[draconita]

Good boy.

[ A finger, trailing down the scar on his cheek as she lets him be. Curious she may be, but the madam is nothing but patient. And besides: tonight is for him. His times, his needs. ]

[darotisentys]

Take this off.

[It's said quietly, but firmly. An order of sorts. He takes his hands away from her so she can obey.]