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[ - Tragedy AU - Prison Visit 02 - ]

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Draco makes a strange sounding sort of sigh and the chains rattle again while he exhales and shifts slightly.

Speaking directly into his mind rather than using words Draco’s thoughts flow smoothly to the prince, ‘Just seeing you exert your authority with such righteous anger… I feel nostalgic.’

Aivan opens his eyes and his head snaps up, frowning he starts, “Nostalgic?! And why do you-“

But he stops, freezes, eyes widening as he holds his breath and takes in the state Draco is in.

His knight has had his hooded cloak and any royal ornaments to suggest his station removed, his tunic and trousers underneath are stained and torn in a few places. He’s missing his gloves and his boots. Instead he has metal shackles clamped tightly to his ankles and wrists. His skin seems to have gotten raw underneath and there are a few blood stains trickling down from the metal. The shackles have chains attached to the wall for his wrists and the floor for his ankles. There is a metal collar of sorts around his neck and chains binding around his torso.

Pins seem to be holding his collar to the wall as well as holding his wrists above his head against the wall.

A strip of fabric was torn from the bottom of his tunic and tied as a blindfold.

It is when he’s studying his friends face smeared with with things he couldn’t even guess at and hair all mussed and dirty when he notices…

His long hair has been chopped off crudely above his shoulders. A rope braid made form his hair is tied around his head acting as a gag. That probably explains the lack of spoken word and other strange sounds he was making earlier.

Leaping to his feet the chair clatters to the floor behind him Aivan tries to tear open the door but it’s locked and only rattles on it’s hinges.

‘It is best if you do not enter, Your Highness, I would not want you to sully yourself entering my cell’ Draco’s thoughts again smoothly enter Aivan’s mind. Though they seem cold and detached. Emotion withed from them.

The jailer flings the door open and is holding a torch he had snatched off the wall as he scrambles past the doorway, “Your, Majesty! Are you alright! I-“

His words die in his throat as he’s struck by the sharp look his prince sends his way.

Tone icy Aivan, extends his hand and keeps his eyes trained on the jailer, “Give me the keys.”

The jailer swallows and doesn’t move for a few moments. He seems frozen in place by the prince’s gaze.

Aivan does not relent, but he makes a come hither motion and cocks his head to the side.

It seems to be the muffled laughter from the jail cell that startles the jailer into action, “A-as you wi-wish, your highness…”

Stumbling forward the jailer removes the ring of keys from his belt and scrambles out of the door and closes it behind him as quickly as his wobbly legs will carry him.

As Aivan is trying keys to open the cell Draco’s laughter turns to coughing and then gasps for air. All the while he’s writhing in place and rattles the chains.

‘Please, it is better if you do not enter. But if you do, watch your step. There is water spilled about the floor.’

Aivan pauses a moment to glance down and notices there are indeed puddles of water on the floor. But he continues forward anyway.

Heedless of the puddle Draco is sitting in Aivan kneels next to him and works on removing the pins to free his wrists and neck from the wall.

Draco’s trying to catch his breath while Aivan flings the pins away and catches Draco as he falls forward after being freed from the wall.

‘This is even worse, your Majesty, you soil not only your clothes but your honor by having such intimate contact with me.’

“Oh do be silent for a few moments, Draco” Aivan snaps while he’s working at undoing the knot of the blindfold then struggles to work at the hair gag.

Draco sighs and just let’s Aivan do as he pleases. Being silent as asked.

But when the prince starts inspecting the chains around his chest to find a way to remove them Draco raises a hand to stop him, shaking his head.

“Why?! This can not-“

Aivan flinches but frowns while his cheeks flush when Draco suddenly crushes his mouth against his own.

The contact only lasted a moment before Draco collapses against the prince.

Aivan quickly wraps his arms around Draco and nuzzles into his now short hair, “That was not fair…”

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I had a bit of trouble with this part. Mostly because I was hoping to keep Aivan in character. Pidge told me it was IC though. So that was a huge relief. If I hadn't mentioned it or anything before... Aivan and Draco are in their adult years. I never really pinned down an exact age. Seeing how they're half-breed's of shapeshifters... they have longer life spans than normal humans, since they are only half-human. 

They aren't "immortal" like their mothers, but they do live a lot longer than normal humans, if they don't get killed from injury or something like that.

I don't think I ever really explained Ice Dragon Bonding and Contracts before either. But hopefully you get the idea from what I've written.

This was originally just written for pidge and myself, but I got very attached and wanted to start sharing it a little |D;



Aivan, Draco Vesylia (c) myself
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