Watching, Waiting
Nov 12, 2007 1:24:32 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2007 1:24:32 GMT -5
"And then, as dawn approached and the sun's light shone down on the garden, the princess wept tears of joy to find her lover standing there, flute in hand and a smile on his face," Da'cien recited very softly, calloused fingers gentle in the hair of the fifteen year-old Water boy who was resting his head on the actor's thigh. "The princess leaped from the balcony into his arms, their hearts beating in time with their special song in their souls as they vowed to never be parted again."
"I like that one," the boy mumbled, sounding very close to sleep.
"I like it too," Da'cien whispered, smiling in the darkness of the shed he shared with the other field slaves.
"It makes me feel.... hopeful," the boy sighed, apparently drifting off.
Which was exactly what Da'cien wanted. Ever since he had driven Anarchy from Ekaitz, he had been doing his best to subtly help the other slaves, blowing stories to them in the fields, holding those who wanted a moment of comfort, sharing his rations with the younger ones, and encouraging everyone to be patient: Their time would come.
And when it did, Da'cien would be more than ready. The hard work had given him a stronger body, a stronger constitution, and the confidence needed to survive in this place; he was certain he would be able to live long enough to get back to the towns outside Humontis.
All he had to do was watch and wait for his moment.
So he did. The slavers of Ekaitz had nearly killed his spirit once, but they wouldn't have that chance again.
Da'cien leaned his head against the wall of the shed and fell asleep, smiling faintly.
"I like that one," the boy mumbled, sounding very close to sleep.
"I like it too," Da'cien whispered, smiling in the darkness of the shed he shared with the other field slaves.
"It makes me feel.... hopeful," the boy sighed, apparently drifting off.
Which was exactly what Da'cien wanted. Ever since he had driven Anarchy from Ekaitz, he had been doing his best to subtly help the other slaves, blowing stories to them in the fields, holding those who wanted a moment of comfort, sharing his rations with the younger ones, and encouraging everyone to be patient: Their time would come.
And when it did, Da'cien would be more than ready. The hard work had given him a stronger body, a stronger constitution, and the confidence needed to survive in this place; he was certain he would be able to live long enough to get back to the towns outside Humontis.
All he had to do was watch and wait for his moment.
So he did. The slavers of Ekaitz had nearly killed his spirit once, but they wouldn't have that chance again.
Da'cien leaned his head against the wall of the shed and fell asleep, smiling faintly.