1.03.2008

Today, I'm dirty.

Had he not been under Larkin's gaze, Tic would've pulled away; averse to the hands, the kiss, the voice. The smooth voice that spoke to him, telling him of its plans -- things that would've offended, angered him. If he could think, he would've known that he was just another one of those rats. He would've known where he belonged; with the rodents, down in the sewers. He wouldn't want to be here anymore, in these clothes, in this castle, subject to the ruler's perturbing treatment..

But he did grasp something. It was subtle, sharp for a moment; a feeling that Miraye was just beside him, yet not even close. He tried to cling to it, but the thought was quickly lost; pushed beneath the cool voice as it questioned him.

He barely shuddered as the question sharpened, stabbing at his mind. It searched him, going through every thought, every crevice and bump, until it stopped upon the truth. It forced it upon him, moving him, to satisfy Larkin's request. Slowly, he shook his head, eyes still locked upon the man's. No, he didn't want this. He didn't want it at all.

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