forum @Whisper, This is It

Started October 29, 2020 by @ElderGodSwimwithGamers group

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Mir said nothing when Corbin asked his question. When he had the clothes shoved at him, nearly unbalancing him on the stool, he quickly tried to dress as quickly as possible, not wanting to be hurt again while Corbin wasn’t watching. Tears were starting to drip down his cheeks again.

Corbin's eyes narrowed immensely when he saw Mir crying. No, no, this was not going to be tolerated. Corbin reached up, gently wiping them away, before lifting Mir up into his arms and pulling him close.
"That's enough for today," the king said softly, the halfling held close to himself. "We'll go see someone different later, okay?"

Dragomir just buried his face into Corbin’s chest, sniffling and scared and shaking as he was held, clutching to the king for comfort, too afraid to look up. He didn’t want to ever do that again, but he figured he’d have to….

Corbin held Dragomir so tight to himself, his touch protective. He glared at the tailor for only a moment more, then swept out of the room, tilting his head down to whisper gentle, soothing words to Dragomir as they hurried back to the rooms.

Mir cried softly as he trembled in the king’s arms, feeling utterly pathetic and worthless again. He relaxed into his touch though, and and was slowly calming at the gentle words, just glad his thighs were covered again.

(Fired?? Damn son he's getting executed)

(Is this a threat or a promise? Because I’d rather like to see a Corbin only series of events where he has the tailor executed without Mir’s knowledge….)

(Promiseeee)

Corbin ran his fingers through Mir's hair as they continued through the halls, Corbin finally bringing Mir back into the halfling's room. The king held Dragomir close, sitting down on the bed with him.
"I'm so, so sorry…" The king still held Mir close. How often would this happen? How often would people hurt Mir behind Corbin's back, bring the man to tears like this?

“I-it’s fine… I’m sorry, I should be used to it by now…” Mir cuddled into his arms, wiping his face again, ashamed of being in tears for a second time in a single day. “It’s fine… It’s just part of being what I am….” He sighed and huffed for breath. “It’s just because I’m an ugly mutt to them…”

"It's wrong, Mir, it isn't fine. I… I'm so sorry, I was right there and I didn't realize what was going on…" Corbin ran his fingers through Mir's hair, helping him wipe the tears away.
"I… It would be so much better if you never had to get used to it… I…" Corbin trailed off. "I want to make that world for you, Dragomir… for everyone."

Dragomir sniffled and nuzzled into Corbin’s, chest. “He was just raised to hate my kind. Everyone of pure human descent is nowadays….” He sighed and calmed, sitting peacefully in the king’s lap. He then looked down to see what his clothes looked like, realizing he hadn’t even paid attention to what he had put on.

The clothes were simple, quite close to what they had discussed. The sleeve was attached to a half torso around Dragomir's lower half, the pants almost the exact cut, just a bit too big in some areas. The shirt itself was more see-through in the torso and around the cuff, a deep red even there. The red of the opaque portion of the sleeve matched that of the flag of the country, and Corbin's own formal wear. The pants were pitch black, a golden color fading up from the edges into the main color.
"Still…" Corbin trailed off, his hand resting on Dragomir's head. Really, he thought it was a horrible thing his grandfather had done, but there was nothing he could do now.

Mir liked his new clothes even if the pants didn’t fit quite right in some areas. They felt much better than his old rags, and they were comfortable. He rather liked the shirt in particular. He leaned into Dragomir’s hand and closed his eyes at the soothing touch. He still shivered at the thought of going back. “When do we have to go back…?”

"We don't have to until you're ready," Corbin promised. "And I'll make sure you don't have to deal with that man again, okay? We'll have someone else work with us." Corbin ran his fingers through Dragomir's hair, holding him close.

“Ok… But I don’t know if anyone will act any differently….” He closed his eyes, reaching up and rubbing the spot where the tailor had dug his finger into his chest, feeling completely saddened that he’d never escape the abuse.