I'm a sucker for the slave AU.
Apr. 16th, 2002 10:12 pmIn my mind, Orlando has permanently become Slave AU Obi-Wan. Somehow, I can't seem to be bothered by this.
Go read Tales of Two. At 90 parts it's unfinished, and it's not exactly a slave AU, but it's better than any AU I'll ever write.
I don't want to be Lilith Sedai when I grow up. I want other people to be Lilith Sedai when they grow up so I'll have more things to read.
"Well?" Viggo asked, striding impatiently into the room.
"Oh, I have a fine specimen for you today, my lord." The trader reminded him of a toad, even looked like one sometimes, but he could always find the best merchandise, and he knew exactly what Viggo liked. "I think you'll enjoy this one, my lord." He swept the cloak off the figure in the middle of the room.
A boy, just barely a man. Olive cast to his sun-browned skin. Deep brown eyes that met Viggo's defiantly.
"He was captured in the Western Territories," the trader informed him. "You would be his first owner."
Viggo walked around the boy, noting the clean lines of his body and the design inked on his skin just below his navel. He traced his fingers around the edges of the sun. The boy jerked back before he could control his reaction.
"Pretty," Viggo commented, watching the boy's jaw clench.
"I am not a slave," the boy said.
Viggo casually backhanded him. The boy's head flew back and he stumbled, but he caught himself quickly. He met Viggo's eyes again, anger blazing out as an almost tangible force. Viggo's lips curved into a smile.
"I'll take him," he told the trader. He turned his back on the boy. "I'll send my steward to take care of payment."
The trader beamed at him. "I'm sure you won't regret it, my lord."
"I should hope not." Viggo glanced over at the slave, nearly his slave, who had bunched his hands into fists. "Next time bring me a girl, someone soft and more easily bent to my will."
The trader bowed. "Yes, my lord."
Viggo strode out of the room without looking back at his new acquisition. He summoned his steward and sent him to fetch the coin needed to complete the sale, arrange for quarters for the trader, and turn the boy over to another slave to be bathed. This one would be a challenge, he thought, and he began to plan his strategy.
Go read Tales of Two. At 90 parts it's unfinished, and it's not exactly a slave AU, but it's better than any AU I'll ever write.
I don't want to be Lilith Sedai when I grow up. I want other people to be Lilith Sedai when they grow up so I'll have more things to read.
"Well?" Viggo asked, striding impatiently into the room.
"Oh, I have a fine specimen for you today, my lord." The trader reminded him of a toad, even looked like one sometimes, but he could always find the best merchandise, and he knew exactly what Viggo liked. "I think you'll enjoy this one, my lord." He swept the cloak off the figure in the middle of the room.
A boy, just barely a man. Olive cast to his sun-browned skin. Deep brown eyes that met Viggo's defiantly.
"He was captured in the Western Territories," the trader informed him. "You would be his first owner."
Viggo walked around the boy, noting the clean lines of his body and the design inked on his skin just below his navel. He traced his fingers around the edges of the sun. The boy jerked back before he could control his reaction.
"Pretty," Viggo commented, watching the boy's jaw clench.
"I am not a slave," the boy said.
Viggo casually backhanded him. The boy's head flew back and he stumbled, but he caught himself quickly. He met Viggo's eyes again, anger blazing out as an almost tangible force. Viggo's lips curved into a smile.
"I'll take him," he told the trader. He turned his back on the boy. "I'll send my steward to take care of payment."
The trader beamed at him. "I'm sure you won't regret it, my lord."
"I should hope not." Viggo glanced over at the slave, nearly his slave, who had bunched his hands into fists. "Next time bring me a girl, someone soft and more easily bent to my will."
The trader bowed. "Yes, my lord."
Viggo strode out of the room without looking back at his new acquisition. He summoned his steward and sent him to fetch the coin needed to complete the sale, arrange for quarters for the trader, and turn the boy over to another slave to be bathed. This one would be a challenge, he thought, and he began to plan his strategy.