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Prompt Post #18
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FILL 2/? Crusaders Era - Nicolo forced into sex work - Yusuf tries to save him Nicolo/others non-con
(Anonymous) 2021-01-30 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)Free of the burdensome Frank, Yusuf should feel relief. He doesn’t. Likewise, the dagger brings him no joy. He cannot even bring himself to look at it. Worse, he cannot bring himself to part with it, so he is forced to conceal it among his belongings. He had abandoned Nicolo with nothing, not that the man had much of anything. But his travelling cloak and water skin were with his horse. Yusuf knows it would be wise to sell them; instead, he keeps them safe.
His sleep remains troubled. He still suffers from nightmares, and now he struggles to get any kind of rest. The Frank was a light sleeper – when he slept – and was able to alert them to any trouble. Now Yusuf is obliged to try to listen out for himself as he curls up alone by his campfire.
He talks to his horse. More so than usual. He now also talks to Nicolo’s horse. The damnable animal stares mournfully at him with liquid dark eyes, as though blaming him for its master’s departure.
But that’s the crux of it, isn’t it? It is his fault that Nicolo isn’t here. He has abandoned the man to an unknown fate. Yusuf tells himself that three years working bellows in a forge is hardly the worst way to compensate for being part of an invading army that slew thousands.
It doesn’t help.
He keeps riding. He has no destination other than forward. His dreams torment him. When he’s not dreaming of his own death, or the screams of the dying, he dreams of two strange women who fight side by side in a country he doesn’t recognise.
They’re the kinder dreams. The ones featuring Nicolo jolt him awake in a cold sweat.
Eventually, after more than a year of aimless wandering, Yusuf finds himself at the coast. He stands and gazes out across the sea, the blue-green ripples glint beneath the bright sunlight. His fingers itch for the materials to capture its beauty.
No, he realises with sickening dismay, not the sea, but something that same mutable shade. Nicolo’s eyes. The same eyes he once found strange and unsettling. Now he experiences a pang of longing in his chest, suddenly desperate to see them again.
He wastes no more time. He remounts his horse and with Nicolo’s still in tow, he heads back the way he came at a canter.
If his travels were wearisome before, they are worse now that he has a destination. He wants to be there yesterday, which is of course impossible. But the knowledge that it will take at least another year is all but unbearable. Night finds him on his knees screaming at the swathe of stars overhead, begging Nicolo to know that he is coming, pleading for the man’s forgiveness.
Time and distance have cauterised his grief from the war. The scar remains, but it’s no longer a festering wound. For the first time, Yusuf can see how Nicolo had never taken any joy or pride in the horrors his army had inflicted. He can see that Nicolo wept for the lives lost and the lives ruined; how his body carried the hallmarks of shame and contrition. In his mind’s eye he sees the dark shadows under Nicolo’s, he sees the man’s gaunt jaw, concave belly, and bitten down nails.
His grief and guilt give him additional strength, and he pauses his journey only to allow the horses to rest. He dozes on the horses back during the day, and when its safe continues his travels through the night. He encounters landslides, bandits, poisonous snakes, and scorpions. He presses on. He revives and kills the bandits, taking them by surprise. He digs his way out of the landslide. He ties himself to his horse when the snake venom wracks his muscles with convulsions. He dies and he lives.
Almost two years to the day he left Nicolo to the mercy of a man he neither knew, nor understood, Yusuf arrives back at the forge.
He looks around anxiously for Nicolo, but of the other man there is no sign. He thinks about calling out. However, the fear that Nicolo might flee from him if he is forewarned renders Yusuf mute. He steps inside the work area, there is a back room, but it’s empty. Footsteps alert him to someone’s approach, he spins around quickly, one hand resting on the hilt of his scimitar. It’s the metalsmith.
“Can I help you?” he asks, gruffly.
“Nicolo, where is he?”
“Who?”
“The man I left in your charge,” says Yusuf, trying to keep the worry and anger from his voice. “Where is he?”
He sees the moment comprehension finally dawns on the other man.
“Oh,” he says slowly. “It’s you. I didn’t think you’d be back.”
“Well, I am.” Yusuf speaks through gritted teeth. “So where is he?”
The man shrugs.
“I lost him.”
Yusuf’s face clouds with confusion.
“You lost him? How-"
“In a wager.”
The man shrugs again and rubs at the bristles on the side of his face with a meaty paw.
“Pity really, he wasn’t a bad worker.”
“You wagered my friend?”
Yusuf can barely force the words past the lump in his throat.
“Friend?” the man echoes, incredulous. “You traded him for a dagger.”
Yusuf throws himself forward and with the same momentum, propels the man backwards until he’s pinned against the wall. The man is taller and bulkier than Yusuf, but he is no match for Yusuf’s rage.
“Yes. And now I want him back.”
The man swallows hard.
“You said three years,” he tries.
“I’ve changed my mind. Where. Is. He.”
“I told you, I lost him in a wager.”
Yusuf tightens his grip on the man’s tunic and bounces him off the wall a little.
“To who?”
“Akram.”
“Who?!” Yusuf shouts, furiously, because he is going to need more than that.
“He owns the whore house,” the man bawls back, but he’s more unnerved than angry.
Yusuf releases him and takes a step back. He stares at the man, and then at the ground, and then back at the man. Unable to fully comprehend what he has just been told.
“You gave Nicolo to a whoremaster?”
The man nods, belligerent now that he’s no longer being held against the wall and Yusuf’s wrath has been replaced by bewilderment.
“Nicolo,” Yusuf repeats. “You made him a whore?”
The metalsmith scowls and tries to mitigate his actions.
“I don’t know what Akram did with him.”
He flinches and shrinks back when Yusuf draws his blade.
“Kill me, and the whole town will be hunting for you,” he reasons.
The murderous intent doesn’t fade from Yusuf’s eyes, but he does hold off from immediately gutting the metalsmith with his scimitar.
“I am going to find my friend. If you speak a word to anyone, I will come back.”
Yusuf places the tip of his blade against the man’s throat, pressing just hard enough to break the skin he draws a thin line of red.
“You do not want me to come back,” he threatens.
Then he leaves. He doesn’t trust himself in the man’s presence a moment longer, but the metalsmith is right, his death will draw too much attention and he cannot help Nicolo if he is imprisoned.
He staggers out into the street, putting away his blade only to avoid drawing attention to himself. He feels an anger so all consuming, he literally shakes with it. The mere thought of Nicolo…
No, he will not think of it. Nicolo is young and strong, there are a multitude of uses a man like Akram could have for him.
He’s also beautiful, Yusuf’s treacherous inner voice tells him. Those pretty sea-coloured eyes, and his mouth, the strong line of his jaw. Yusuf groans and doubles over, almost retching.
He sways and forces himself upright, then sets off to find the whorehouse.
It isn’t hard to find. People lean back from him when he asks for directions, perhaps sensing his rage, but they provide the answers he needs and that is all he cares about.
He tries to contain his emotions before he enters the building. He doesn’t want to draw attention to himself. Not until he has Nicolo. However, it proves almost impossible when the brothel keeper tells him of a Frank with a gifted mouth, who he can hire for a handful of coins.
“You can fuck his throat,” the man tells Yusuf, blind to the danger he is courting with his words. “He won’t bite, he knows better.”
This is added with a wink that almost spirals Yusuf into a killing rage. He digs his nails into the palms of his hands until they bleed and heal, over and over.
“That sounds good,” he hears himself say. “I will take him.”
He hands over his coin, and a woman takes him up a narrow flight of stairs and along a corridor. She raps on a door and calls through it.
“Another one for you.”
Then she leaves.
Yusuf finds himself standing alone in the corridor, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. He puts out a trembling hand and turns the handle. Opening the door, he steps inside.
Re: FILL 2/? Crusaders Era - Nicolo forced into sex work - Yusuf tries to save him Nicolo/others non
(Anonymous) 2021-01-30 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL 2/? Crusaders Era - Nicolo forced into sex work - Yusuf tries to save him Nicolo/others non
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(Anonymous) 2021-01-30 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)Yes, both :D And I'm a sucker for happy endings but I can live with a bad ending, too ;) (yes, I'm an evil person)
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