JustAddWater/AThousandLiespt3
It was another night like usual, as the slender young man walked, slowly, gracefully, and hesitantly, up the stairs, translucent white silk and long, long pale blue hair trailing behind him. He knew this route well...he had walked it many times, and he wished, vainly, that he wasn't in the position to know, that he would never have had to know, the way that he was going.
He turned a corner, and walked down the hall, footsteps slow. But no matter how he tried to stretch out the time, to make it slower (but if he was too slow, it would be worse on him), it didn't matter, he would always get there in the end, have to face the inevitable (for there was no such thing as coincidence in this world, only the inevitable).
As his hand settled on the handle of the door, his gaze was briefly caught by the starlight that shone through the nearby window, and he stared for a moment at the same stars he had been staring at the other night, especially the one that shone violet in the night sky. Something about it called to him, though he didn't know why.
Finally, he broke the fascination, broke the spell of the moment, and reluctantly pushed open the door, stepping inside. He swallowed, nervously, staring at the floor, not even looking (demure and submissive, always, as he was taught to be) at the man who lounged, lazily, on his palatial bed. Alone this time, the boy noted from the corner of his eyes, but that was only marginally better.
Obediently, he drifted forward, and submissively knelt by the bed, blue eyes fixed on the floor, trying to ignore what was and what would happen, all the whle staring at the patterns of starlight painting themselves on the floor, glimmering silver-violet.
Ivory Winter Dreaming, Chosen of the Maiden of Serenity, slid silently and unseen through shadows, walking outside the realm of Fate. Where she was going now, she could not be seen until the proper time, and this, of course, carried with it a great deal of risk.
Gracefully, she leapt up, adjusting her fate briefly so that her body forgot the earth, catching onto the ledge with her fingers and pulling herself up, balancing catlike and invisible, sidling along the narrow ledge, back to the wall. Momentarily, she stepped back into fate, still carefully to remain hidden with a careful application of Essence.
She spit out a globule of green essence, which formed itself into a cute little miniature spider, which chittered at her. She chittered her question back, and it scrambled away on its invisible web, to find out what she had asked of it. She waited patiently for it to return, which it did momentarily, chittering its answer to her, and disappearing.
"That way." Ivory murmured to herself, stepping outside Fate once more and stepping along the ledge, until she stopped beneath the window of the room the spider had indicated. She looked inside, briefly, and saw what was happening inside the room, gritting her teeth: she wanted to step in, but she knew that she could not, not until the boy Exalted. He would have to find his own way to Exaltation, and stepping in now had too much of a risk. Especially with the Cynis in the room.
For his sake, she hoped that he Exalted soon.
A long time ago, Kiyoshi had learned to be silent, no matter what his master or his friends did to him. About the only things they didn't do were anything that would leave scars or marks: apparently his skin was too perfect to be marred, but all that basically did was make them find creative ways to hurt him without causing marks or scarring. He had screamed once, a long time ago (he had been a child then, tiny and small and delicate) and he might as well have not made any noise at all for all the help it had given him: which was to say, none.
His master loved to see him cry, though. But Kiyoshi had learned to endure the pain, learned to ignore it as best as he could, even while his master or one of his friends (or even more then one at a time) took him, made him bleed, tried to make him cry (because he was even more beautiful when he cried, or so they said).
The boy stared, fascinated, at the silver-violet pattern the starlight traced on the floor, his head tilted sideways to watch it, attention caught, even as his master took his pleasure with him, over and over again, he could dimly feel the blood and semen trickling down his thighs, dimly feel the pain-his master was trying extra hard tonight to make him cry, and if the starlight wasn't so strangely fascinating, he knew in the back of his head that he would have been. He barely noticed when even the Cynis's stamina was finally exhausted, though he did feel the twinge of pain as the Dragon-Blooded pulled out of him, far less then gently.
Dimly, he noticed as his master lay back again, and knew that he was expected to pleasure him (with tongue and lips and hands) until he was aroused, again, and obediently, as he had long ago learned to do, the boy pushed himself up from where he had been lying on the bed, feeling his abused body protest with the movement-
Starlight, from the nearby window, spilled in, and across the bed, painting the fabric silver-violet. And, suddenly, Kiyoshi felt dizzy, his head aching, as his mind seemed to expand, for a moment, and he could see more in an instant then he ever could before, possibilities, outcomes, futures, things he simply hadn't been able to see before-
And for an instant, he could see forever.
