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120_minutenTitel: The Bond
Team: Machine
Challenge: Romantik/Intimität - Blutsbrüderschaft (Für's Team)
Fandom: The Eagle
Charactere: Marcus, Esca
Sprache: Englisch
Wörter: 350
Kommentar: Aaaaaaaaah
“To seal the deal, blood must be spilled.”
The Bond
The drums are almost deafening. There are people everywhere, men and women dancing around the fire in the big clearing. Some are almost naked, women with their breasts bared, the chests and arms of the men covered in blue ink. The dancing flames are casting a flickering orange light over everything. In the shadows of the trees, children are playing catch with each other.
Marcus is pulled back into the present moment when the man across from him grabs his forearm in the traditional greeting. The palm of the stranger feels warm against his bare arm. Next to each other, their skin couldn’t look more different – Marcus a tanned olive, the other pale with a blue snake curling around his wrist.
“It’s a deal”, the other man says in an accented Latin. “The Gods are my witness on this holy night that from now on as long as the rules of this deal are obeyed, there shall be peace between your people and mine.”
“So it shall be”, he agrees.
He startles when the other pulls out a knife from his belt, but the others’ grip does not ease up.
“To seal the deal, blood must be spilled. It is tradition”, he adds at Marcus’ unsettled look.
“Alright”, he finally agrees. If the other means to murder him, he has a whole Centuria with him to aid him, although by the looks of it, some of them have already been distracted by the locals.
The blade is sharp, so the cut doesn’t hurt as much as he expects it to. He watches as a drop of it runs down his arm, only to be mixed with the blood of the Briton when he presses their wounds together. When Marcus looks up into the other’s grey eyes, he can’t look away.
“This is the holiest of bonds”, the other intones carefully, holding his gaze. “It must not be broken lest we incite the wrath of the Gods. We are one people now from this day ‘til the last of our days.”
Marcus figures there could be worse people to be bonded to.
Team: Machine
Challenge: Romantik/Intimität - Blutsbrüderschaft (Für's Team)
Fandom: The Eagle
Charactere: Marcus, Esca
Sprache: Englisch
Wörter: 350
Kommentar: Aaaaaaaaah
“To seal the deal, blood must be spilled.”
The Bond
The drums are almost deafening. There are people everywhere, men and women dancing around the fire in the big clearing. Some are almost naked, women with their breasts bared, the chests and arms of the men covered in blue ink. The dancing flames are casting a flickering orange light over everything. In the shadows of the trees, children are playing catch with each other.
Marcus is pulled back into the present moment when the man across from him grabs his forearm in the traditional greeting. The palm of the stranger feels warm against his bare arm. Next to each other, their skin couldn’t look more different – Marcus a tanned olive, the other pale with a blue snake curling around his wrist.
“It’s a deal”, the other man says in an accented Latin. “The Gods are my witness on this holy night that from now on as long as the rules of this deal are obeyed, there shall be peace between your people and mine.”
“So it shall be”, he agrees.
He startles when the other pulls out a knife from his belt, but the others’ grip does not ease up.
“To seal the deal, blood must be spilled. It is tradition”, he adds at Marcus’ unsettled look.
“Alright”, he finally agrees. If the other means to murder him, he has a whole Centuria with him to aid him, although by the looks of it, some of them have already been distracted by the locals.
The blade is sharp, so the cut doesn’t hurt as much as he expects it to. He watches as a drop of it runs down his arm, only to be mixed with the blood of the Briton when he presses their wounds together. When Marcus looks up into the other’s grey eyes, he can’t look away.
“This is the holiest of bonds”, the other intones carefully, holding his gaze. “It must not be broken lest we incite the wrath of the Gods. We are one people now from this day ‘til the last of our days.”
Marcus figures there could be worse people to be bonded to.
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Date: 2023-09-30 10:06 pm (UTC)Ich liebe das einen inordinate amount. Der Kontrast der beiden Arme nebeneinander.
Und die ersten Sätze, die das Setup beschreiben. <3 Damn, du hattest mich schon mit den Trommeln und es wurde nur besser.
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Date: 2023-10-01 07:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-10-04 07:35 pm (UTC)