Post by Seek on Jul 13, 2013 23:09:31 GMT 10
Title: Cage
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Cage, (#22)
Character/Couple/Theme: Mattes/Sabine
Series: Caged Dog
Summary: He writes her letters she'll never read.
Notes: This is sort of a Mastiff AU. Therefore, spoilers for Mastiff. Kind of.
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He wrote her letter after letter. His prison cell was far better than most traitors got, and the Dogs that watched him said as much, every single day. They held him in contempt; if there was anything Dogs despised most, it was one of their own turning traitor.
He’d heard a snatch of song from the iron-barred window. The jongleurs were already beginning to write songs about the Lady Knight Sabine and her traitor Dog lover, and the strange boon she’d asked of the King. King Roger had been livid, had refused to grant amnesty to someone who’d aided his son’s kidnappers, but Lord Gershom and Lady Knight Sabine together had swayed him.
He had a comfortable desk, a soft mattress, and even a wooden rack of his Yamani roses. They needed sunlight, though, and bees. The most he would ever see fell in through that iron-barred window.
Dear Sabine, he wrote. Never ‘my Lady’.
The roses are beginning to bloom, though there isn’t enough water for them. I’ve been asking the Dogs to bring me some. It takes a while before they agree. One of them’s told me that you’re back in the hill country, fighting bandits. It’s summer, I think. I can see a small bit of sky through the prison bars.
I have a strange favour to ask of you. Could you bring me a handful of hill soil? It’s a dark, rusty red.
Stay safe. I miss you. You shouldn’t have let me live.
Yours,
Mattes Tunstall.
He sat back, with a sigh. He’d written her letter after letter. None of them would ever be read.
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Cage, (#22)
Character/Couple/Theme: Mattes/Sabine
Series: Caged Dog
Summary: He writes her letters she'll never read.
Notes: This is sort of a Mastiff AU. Therefore, spoilers for Mastiff. Kind of.
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He wrote her letter after letter. His prison cell was far better than most traitors got, and the Dogs that watched him said as much, every single day. They held him in contempt; if there was anything Dogs despised most, it was one of their own turning traitor.
He’d heard a snatch of song from the iron-barred window. The jongleurs were already beginning to write songs about the Lady Knight Sabine and her traitor Dog lover, and the strange boon she’d asked of the King. King Roger had been livid, had refused to grant amnesty to someone who’d aided his son’s kidnappers, but Lord Gershom and Lady Knight Sabine together had swayed him.
He had a comfortable desk, a soft mattress, and even a wooden rack of his Yamani roses. They needed sunlight, though, and bees. The most he would ever see fell in through that iron-barred window.
Dear Sabine, he wrote. Never ‘my Lady’.
The roses are beginning to bloom, though there isn’t enough water for them. I’ve been asking the Dogs to bring me some. It takes a while before they agree. One of them’s told me that you’re back in the hill country, fighting bandits. It’s summer, I think. I can see a small bit of sky through the prison bars.
I have a strange favour to ask of you. Could you bring me a handful of hill soil? It’s a dark, rusty red.
Yours,
Mattes Tunstall.
He sat back, with a sigh. He’d written her letter after letter. None of them would ever be read.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!