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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 18, 2012 21:47:03 GMT -5
(( or: never let me title a thread again mother of god ))
Nearly all of the guardsmen had wives or sweethearts in their respective hometowns (sometimes both, it was good to know these things.) It grew lonely at Doomstadt, and a certain amount of tension had to be gotten rid of that was not easily relieved in a barracks setting. But Tybalt had no one, after all, and while he was undoubtedly serving well, his obvious discomfort was unsuitable. Fatigue could be withstood, but he needed some kind of human touch that was not a blow. They both did, but such needs were for ordinary men.
Kriszta had waist-length dark hair and was attending graduate school at the university in the capital. Maria was older, fairer, and more petite, but both were equally beautiful. Both were plain-spoken and, needless to say, in good health. They had been given a general description of Tybalt's person beforehand, along with photographs, and instructed to treat him with all the reverential kindness due a guest of the state, but this was something Doom wanted to see to personally. Morgana would not have been half so understanding nor compliant.
He deliberately picked a day when Tybalt had undertaken only light sparring, lest fresh bruises make the night's goings-on uncomfortable. Their regular spellwork had gone quite smoothly, though not so far as to exhaust him, and that was that.
"Dress yourself, Tybalt, you are needed."
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 18, 2012 21:56:50 GMT -5
Tybalt had been shocked at the opening of the door, for he was sitting on the side of his bed, dripping wet from the shower he'd emerged from.
"...yes, yes my lord-"
He had no thought as to what this was about, but he needed none; he quickly stood, nevermind his nudity, and pulled on fresh clothing.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 18, 2012 22:04:03 GMT -5
It was nothing Doom hadn't seen before, though he wasn't about to forget the sight.
"You are not in any trouble, if that is what you fear."
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 18, 2012 22:07:56 GMT -5
"...I rarely fear in your presence, my lord. I mean-"
He looked stricken.
"I fear... you, but in the distant way one fears gods."
....well, that was just great. He cleared his throat awkwardly and hurriedly worked on fastening his pants.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 18, 2012 22:09:50 GMT -5
Doom was feeling pretty good about that, actually. He smiled, rather gratified.
"I am not a cruel man. You are to be rewarded, Tybalt."
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 18, 2012 22:11:55 GMT -5
"Oh? Oh. Yes, my lord," he said, looking up and then quickly down while balancing on one leg while pulling a boot onto the other foot. It wan't his business, Doctor Doom would tell him in due time.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 18, 2012 22:14:49 GMT -5
"Yes. You have been very industrious, it is due time to afford yourself some relaxation."
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 18, 2012 22:18:46 GMT -5
Was it some kind of gym, some kind of private training room? That would be nice, and yet... he would only feel more alone. At least his men - the men, he reminded himself, setting his jaw, they were Doom's men, Latverian citizens; he was an outsider - knew him, even a bit.
But whatever it was he would enjoy it - Doom would wish it thus, and so he would serve Doom in all ways.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 18, 2012 22:32:53 GMT -5
"Come along, then."
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 18, 2012 22:57:04 GMT -5
He hurriedly strode after him.
In front of other men he was set apart somewhat, slightly terrifying, very regal, and held them in fear and awe. But at Doom's heels he was like a proud slave.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 19, 2012 9:39:07 GMT -5
He took him off down another hallway.
"You have served diligently, and have neglected yourself in that pursuit. Which is well and good, but Doom wishes you to have both respite and companionship. These young ladies will provide both."
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 19, 2012 16:42:06 GMT -5
"---what?"
His voice sounded startled, fearful, and very young.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 19, 2012 16:55:13 GMT -5
"Concubines, Tybalt."
He'd had a bit of a search for a term mostly inoffensive, but suitably grand and weighty.
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 19, 2012 17:31:56 GMT -5
Behind that door? He was suddenly terrified, heart pounding so loudly he was certain Doom could hear it.
"But my lord, I don't want-"
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 19, 2012 17:34:07 GMT -5
"Not permanently, of course, but for a special occasion such as this."
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