He glanced down that the broken prince, his eyes narrowing quickly at the words the other spoke. When spit at his anger seethed through. Rather than speaking of course, he lifted his hand, setting it on the prince's hip. For a moment nothing happened. But his hand grew warmer, and warmer. It grew searing hot to the point it was painful. When he pulled his hand away, a burn mark of his hand was left in its place. "You will learn your place soon enough." He growled lowly. "You have lost your crown, your home, your family. You have nothing left. You are less than the dirt even the poorest trod upon. If anything," he motions to the princes bare body, "You are the arrogant slut. And if you chose to use such language, I'll bring the guards back in here and they can have their way with you for as long as they please."
Talea let out a pained gasp at the burning, but by now he’d learned not to react too much. He tried to stay as still as possible and managed it quite well, but he didn’t mange not to cry and not to feel that hurling sensation once more. He was done with being sick, however, done with letting himself be weak. He barely registered the prince’s words, but when he did, he laughed, quite hysterically too.
“You wouldn’t even let your guards talk to me. I doubt they’d actually do anything beyond kicking me around for a bit more than you’ve already done. Your words mean nothing to me.” he growled, refusing to look Angelo in the eye not out of fear, but out of spite.
He chuckled quietly at the little gasp, tilting his head a bit, loving the tears. Loving how hard it was for the other to stem those crystal tears. The prince had lived a life of luxury. Now, it was a life of pain and misery. Loving how the prince had turned to hysterics so shortly. "Let me paint an image in your pretty little head." He purred lowly. His voice soothing and low, "The guards rarely ever get to blow off stream, they haven't had sex for a good while now. You say my country is filled with monsters, I'll say it's true. So what do you think my guards will do the moment I tell them, "do as you please" to a small, pretty body like yours?" He hummed. "You wretched simply from my fingers along your stomach, how quickly do you think they'll grow violent with your body? How much blood do you think will spill onto the bed? I highly doubt you've ever had sex with anyone, and my men are impatient." He stood slowly, "Further more. When your master is speaking to you," His hand lunged out, grabbing his jaw in a harsher grip than earlier, "you will look at me."
“No, no, please, I can’t be touched by them.” he said, knowing he’d die if that happened. The thought of being violated by any of those disgusting fiends made his blood curdle. Especially with his… vulnerabilities. That if they touched him in that way, he’d likely end up with child. If Angelo touched him that way. Talea was inexperienced with sex, all he knew was the basic “Slot A takes in Object B” and that was it. His parents had left him innocent, too much so for his liking. He closed his eyes, though, when his jaw was gripped, just to be petty. Just so he wouldn’t have to look at that disgusting face. One long, floppy goat’s ear flicked, cautiously, shaking off some loose dust.
Oh… That's what he loved to hear. He loved hearing that fear. It was delicious to him. He hummed, "Then you will do well to listen. Listen and obey. Do you understand, little mouse?" He tilts his head a bit. "You will not speak unless spoken to, you will look at me when I am speaking, and you will obey." He hummed and looks over the other's face. "Simple rules to abide by." He hummed and stepped away, whistling sharply. His two dogs, giant creatures who looked more like demons rather than dogs, leapt into the room. Both of them sat at his feet. "I'll be coming back later. These two will keep an eye on you. Try anything and they will year you to shreds." His eyes flashed and he exited the room.
“I’m tied up, how could I do anything?” Talea grumbled as Angelo exited the room. When the man was gone, he bided his time, and then carefully, when he was sure nobody was looking, loosened the bonds and quickly freed himself. It was a plant-based fiber that made up those robes, and any plants were good plants for manipulation. The dogs didn’t seem to take much notice of his wiggling for now, but he still didn’t move off the bed for fear of Angelo’s threat becoming a promise. Then, he simply waited. There wasn’t much else to do, after all.
The door was locked behind him. The dog that had settled on the bed seemed the most gentle of the two. It's eyes were a soft blue, much like the calm after a storm. It was huge, but surprisingly comforting. It nestled it's head over Talea, keeping him warm, dragging a blanket over his feet and legs. The other dog seemed stiffer, more on alert and a high tempered dog. It's eyes were a dark gray, laced with red. It stood alert beside the bed, watching everything in sight. It's ears remained perked high, it's body ready to spring. The windows were barred by solid iron, the light that entered was dim and sad. The room was dark, with only the bed inside. The walls were solid and smooth, but nothing covered them.
Talea stiffened as the dogs moved, but allowed them to, not wanting to find out what would happen if he didn’t. He had never seen dogs this big before, and it was a bit… offputting. “Hmm, good puppy.” he said softly, scratching the first dog behind the ears cautiously and allowing himself to be covered. He wondered how long Angelo had had these dogs, why he’d trained them to be so affectionate… ish.
He looked to the light coming in through the windows. Maybe, if he just got closer to it he wouldn’t feel the ache in his belly, but alas. He couldn’t move for fear of being mauled to death.
(Skip to when Angelo returns, mayhaps?)
(Sure! Anything in mind?)
(Nothing really, I just kinda wanna have another Interaction.)
(Perhaps maybe just,,, some more kinda-fluff with the doggos and then Angelo comes in and ruins everything? That could be fun.)
(Okay. You post next perhaps?)
The dog, quickly revealed as Triton based off the collar around its neck, was a very gentle soul. He'd curl up around Talea protectively, or gently lick at his wrists in comfort. He covered him, kept him warm, and was extremely gentle with him. He was just extremely gentle and warm with Talea. As for Tempest, the dog was certainly… Well much like her master. She was brash, occasionally snapping at Triton if he got too comfortable. She paced back and forth before settling at the door and whining softly. She looked rather sad as she waited for her master to come back.
“Hi, uh, Tempest. Wanna come up here with Triton and I? I’ll give you belly scratches, and we can cuddle together until your master comes back. I know it’s hard when you miss someone,” like I miss my family, “but you can’t wallow and besides, it’s pretty comfy here. Not like it matters but that collar looks awfully uncomfortable on you, do you want it loosened or even off?” he said, curling up beside Triton and letting his eyes close as he fell into a soothing rest, not quite sleep but getting close.
She looked up when her name was said. The two dogs were well taken care of, were well fed, their collars simply loose threads around their necks. Triton whined softly and licked at Talea's chin before glancing at Tempest who huffed and sat up but didn't move from her spot. After a moment or two she moved quietly to the bed and once again curled up over Talea, more around his legs. She kept an eye on the door, her tail flopping back and forth impatiently.
"Good… uh, good dog?" Talea said curiously, not attempting to reach out and touch Tempest. Triton seemed to tolerate his affections well enough, but he had no idea how Tempest would react to such motions and thus Talea simply allowed her to lie by him, relaxing just a bit when he realized the two probably wouldn't hurt him so long as he did as told. He wondered what Angelo would think if he saw this, him curling up with the dogs like lion and lamb. He wondered if he'd be punished for it, violence put against him like a hailstorm. He wondered, again, if he would be burned like he had been previously, if he would be torn up and abused, if Angelo really would set the dogs on him. "Yeah, you won't hurt me will you? You're just here to keep me from getting into trouble, I know. I won't do anything bad, alright?" he said, yawning some and hugging around Triton's belly as he slowly fell asleep. "Uh huh, you're just… just tryna keep Angelo and me safe, I guess. Not too bad is it?"
Tempest slowly eased into him, at least allowing him to touch the top of her head. Her eyes were always on the door though, just waiting quietly for Angelo to come back. She huffed softly at the princes words, setting her head in her paws and waiting still. As for Triton, he was happily leaning into the affection, his tail wagging. He would occasionally lick along his neck or cheek, or nudge his chin up to gently encourage him. He'd wine if Talea stopped petting him. Their fur was almost smoky, it seemed alive almost. But the dogs were quiet for a while, eagerly awaiting their masters return.
Angelo returned after a few hours or so, a fresh cut on his cheek, his eyes narrowed slightly as he walked through the halls. He made it to where the prince was being held, he looked… A bit more tired than usual. He opened the door and whistled sharply. The two dogs woke up instantly and hurried over to their masters side, barking happily. He gives them each bits of meat before glancing at the prince. "Care to explain why the ties are gone?" His voice was seething with anger.
Talea had fallen asleep with the dogs, but quickly awoke when he heard Angelo’s voice. “Not gonna answer that… stupid, lemme sleep more, doggies were nice. Comfortable, good dogs… urgh, where am I?” he blinked and looked up, only to see it was Angelo. His sleep-addled brain tended to get rude, and it did so now. “The fuck are you doing here? I thought you were just gonna leave me here to rot or som’in?”
(Do you possibly have any visual references for what Angelo looks like btw? Kinda wanna make a few picrews of our characters but I can’t really visualize what Angelo looks like lol.)
(Yeah! Sorry I've been busy prepping for finals this week. I'll be done on Thursday!)
(No problem! Sorry to be a bother, take all the time you need!)
(Just bumping this so I don't lose it, take your time responding!)
(Alright! I'm back lol)
His eyes narrowed ever so slightly at the rude attitude of the other, shaking his head a bit in disappointment. "You didn't answer my question. How did you get the restraints off?" He tilts his head, the door shutting from behind him, anger in his voice. Triton whimpered softly, nuzzling gently into his palm. He paused at that, appearing confused for a moment. His eyes grew darker. "Sit." Triton sat and glanced at Talea. "You really would prefer that, wouldn't you." He grabbed a fistful of the prince's hair and yanked his head back so that he was looking at the ceiling. "Further more, learn to hold your tongue. My father is not as merciful as I am."
