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Yusuf/Nicolo Forced Prostitution Fill : Needs of the Other 5B/12
Date: 2020-10-01 11:39 pm (UTC)Part 5B
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(Yusuf)
Cairo, 12th century
“You forgot where my bed is again.”
Yusuf grinned down at the page he was drying. He wiped his hands off of the drying powder with the rag. Twisting around, Yusuf considered the creature on his bed.
“Better,” Yusuf determined out loud. “You will no longer frighten the birds perched outside Yazim's fig tree. I can not promise the same of her cat.”
The scowl peering through the disheveled head and blanket was laughable.
“And is there something wrong with the chair?” Nicolo huffed. "Or have you forgotten what a chair is for in your advanced years?" He curled a hand on Yusuf’s closest forearm to pull himself up.
Winded, Nicolo sagged back against the wall Yusuf’s bed was set against.
What humor Yusuf felt died quickly at the sensation of Nicolo’s trembling fingers on his arm. Nicolo still panted loudly even as he stayed huddled within the blanket.
“You are usually quick to wake,” Yusuf noted. He sobered. He patted the blanket mound where Nicolo’s feet were.
“I would be out of this bed quicker,” Nicolo wheezed, “If something was not in my way.” He kicked Yusuf, bumping his hip with a covered foot. Yusuf was not sure if the feeble movement was in jest or because of weakness. He truly hoped it was the first.
"Eh, what is this? I carry your bag of bones to this bed and this is the thanks I get?"
"This bag of bones prefers his own bed." Another kick, a halfhearted tap that landed on Yusuf's thigh. "Make way."
“Were you feeling better,” Yusuf retorted, “I would not be an obstacle at all.”
Nicolo fell to silence.
Yusuf rubbed his forehead wearily.
“Are you feeling better?” Yusuf asked.
Nicolo grunted. “Would you believe me if I said yes?”
“No.” Yusuf’s mouth set. He stared across to the other bed. He sensed Nicolo against his back. His breathing improved, even and steady in a beat Yusuf now realized was unique and also familiar in his ears.
“You said 'Not now',” Yusuf said quietly.
Behind Yusuf, Nicolo's breath stuttered.
Yusuf absently turned the pen in his hands. He waited, but Nicolo would not speak.
"It is later," Yusuf said finally. "Would you now grant me an explanation?"
Nicolo grunted. His feet retreated from Yusuf's hip.
"What is there to explain?" Nicolo mumbled.
"How about who you thought I was?" Yusuf waited, but Nicolo offered nothing. The pen in his hands continued to spin.
"Who did you think I was, Nicolo?" Yusuf's teeth ground together at the continued silence. "Who troubled you?"
"No one," Nicolo bit out. "No one troubled me. I was not--"
The pen clacked as it dropped onto the table when Yusuf turned around.
"Who," Yusuf seethed, "did you think it was that you begged "Not now" with tears in your eyes?"
Nicolo's eyes were round as the moon that hung above them. His gaze dimmed and shifted to look at something past Yusuf's ear.
"Tears?" Nicolo scoffed.
Yusuf shook his head. He felt as ill as when he saw Nicolo stare up at Yusuf at the market. The sheen in those frightened eyes was like nothing he had seen from Nicolo. It felt like a kick in the ribs by his horse. Something splintered inside of him, something that howled he must not allow Nicolo to ever feel like that again.
"You were mistaken," Nicolo insisted, far too desperately.
"Nicolo..."
"You are often too prone to yo--You imagined it--"
"No, I did not," Yusuf snapped. "I have shed enough tears over the invasions to know what tears look like." He froze when he heard himself.
Nicolo hung his head, his eyes closing in pain.
"Yes," Nicolo murmured. His voice cracked. He took a breath and his voice firmed. "You are right. You have shed tears. Many have because of us."
"Nicolo," Yusuf said, dismayed, "I did not say that to be cruel."
Nicolo smiled, tight-lipped, his eyes dull. "The truth is always cruel no matter how kind you tell it."
Yusuf's chest held a sharp rock inside. It ground into his heart the longer Nicolo would not look at him.
Nicolo, sensing Yusuf's unease, grimaced weakly. Yusuf supposed it was meant to be a smile.
"It is nothing," Nicolo said. He tipped his head back, hitting the wall with a sound that made Yusuf's own head hurt. "It is fine."
"An obvious lie is just as cruel, Nicolo," Yusuf told him tiredly. "No matter how kind your reasons are."
Nicolo closed his eyes. His mouth twisted like he was fighting the words on a battlefield.
"What were you drawing?" Nicolo said finally.
Yusuf exhaled. "Nicolo..."
"It looked different from your others." Nicolo opened his eyes. The plea in them gave Yusuf pause.
The weight that left a permanent bow on Nicolo's shoulders seemed to have burrow into Yusuf's bones now. He was lying on a field of blood and sorrow again, staring at a sky and begging for this endless cycle to end.
"Yusuf," Nicolo whispered. His lower lip trembled. He bit down on it, stilling it. And then it bled, a tear of blood that dried after the lip healed.
Yusuf swallowed. He turn around quickly. He cradled the folktale he drew with both hands. He realized he omitted the ending from the story because it was a sorrowful one. He cried as a boy when he heard it so his mother never told it again. He will have to write one later. A happy one.
"Later?" Yusuf rasped.
"I..." Nicolo inhaled, choked on the effort and exhaled. It sounded broken. If Yusuf did not turn around, he could pretend it did not sound like a sob.
"I..." Nicolo tried again. "Yes. Yes, I...I will tell you. Later. Just...not now."
Please. Yusuf heard it as clear as if Nicolo shouted it in his ear. The page rustled in his hand as he turned around. Wordlessly, Yusuf gave Nicolo the page.
Nicolo's eyes were pale flecks of the sky as they swept across the words. Nicolo's brow knitted as he struggled.
"I am too weary to read it," Nicolo gave up with a sigh. "The words makes sense, but not together." He shook his head.
"It is a child's story," Yusuf said. "From my youth. I thought someone from the markets might be interested." He pointed to the bird at the lower corner and then the boy at the upper corner, hidden in the decorated border.
Nicolo studied the child perched among the vines staring intently at the falcon below. He tilted the paper and the two vanished into the scroll work. It would be far more impressive if Yusuf could afford it some more colored ink. He thought the boy's profile was too stiff.
"It is wonderful," Nicolo said quietly. The paper shook in his hands. He passed it back to Yusuf. "I have never seen anything like it."
Yusuf lifted a shoulder. He would turn hot from the praise if he were not mulling over how pale and bloodless Nicolo's fingers looked.
"You are generous with praise," Yusuf mumbled.
"I am often the opposite."
Yusuf glanced up, but Nicolo was staring at the page Yusuf held.
"Nicolo," Yusuf began.
Bleak eyes lifted.
Yusuf gulped back his words and quickly thought of another.
"I made broth of the fish." Yusuf's stomach twist when Nicolo shook his head. Limp brown hair fell forward and hung against Nicolo's drawn face.
"A bit of bread?" Yusuf tried. "A smaller piece than before?" He resisted shaking Nicolo. He resisted the fear screaming in his heart to clutch Nicolo and pour the broth down his throat.
"I promised you not to ask any more," Yusuf whispered. He felt a faint twinge of guilt. "Could you assure me I did the right thing by having a bit of food?"
Nicolo peered up, weary eyes squinting at Yusuf.
"I did not think you would stoop so low, Yusuf." Nicolo smiled faintly, but it dropped too quickly. Nicolo nodded, his sigh so laden and sad, Yusuf almost retracted his request.
"I will sweeten the deal by reading this as you eat," Yusuf offered. He held up the page. "Good practice. You still speak Arabic with the same crudeness of the way you swing your sword."
Nicolo snorted, or it sounded like he tried. He sat back, his head swaying lazily across the wall as his eyes blearily followed Yusuf to the kitchen and back to the bed. He made no comment as Yusuf moved up to sit next to Nicolo on the bed.
Yusuf paused when the wood beneath the pallet creaked.
Nicolo huffed once. "It is because you eat too many of Yazim's sugared figs."
Yusuf glared at Nicolo. He fidgeted to sit closer, stilling when the wood groaned again.
"Not a word," Yusuf warned yet his heart pounded at a hint of a smirk. He grumbled under his breath. Someone needed to eat more sugared figs and it is not he.
"Careful," Yusuf said as he pressed the cracked bowl of broth to Nicolo's cold hands. "It's hot." He watched Nicolo, studied how careful Nicolo swallowed and sip again.
"Good?" Yusuf ventured.
Nicolo grimaced. "You mean the broth?"
"No, I meant the fish in the Nile, yes, the broth."
Nicolo cautiously nodded and took another sip. And another. It felt like years, but at last the bowl was empty. Yusuf only wished it did not feel like such a victory but it did.
"Do not lie down yet," Yusuf cautioned. "I want you to eat some bread next."
To Yusuf's relief, Nicolo only nodded. It may be because Nicolo found it too tiresome to argue, but it did not matter if it meant Nicolo will eat.
"The story," Nicolo prodded. He felt warm yet not warm enough against Yusuf's arm.
"The story," Yusuf agreed. He carefully, slowly, dropped his arm around Nicolo's shoulders. He paused.
"You're getting so thin," Yusuf murmured sadly. "Your shoulder will soon be sharp enough to stab me in the heart, my friend."
Nicolo shook his head. He dropped it to Yusuf and shrank a little under Yusuf's arm as if it was too heavy.
"Nicolo," Yusuf whispered. "Promise me 'Later' will be soon. Hm?"
Nicolo's head rolled slightly against Yusuf's shoulder.
"Does this story have a joyous ending?" Nicolo mumbled. He sounded half asleep. Perhaps the bread will be for morning.
"It will," Yusuf promised. He read it slowly, correcting it out loud as he went. He did not stop when he felt Nicolo sag into his side. He continued reading, adding the happy ending he left out and read it all over again over Nicolo's head, his voice hoarse by the time the sun rose up.
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The fundamental unit of an NA is bp, or a based pair. My brain automatically went to Yusuf/Nicolo.
This did not bode well for my quiz. LOL....
See you tomorrow!
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