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Kieran Kingson tag drop

[elfbolt]

Plotted Starter for @itswasteland w/Kieran

Kieran was resigned to his fate. He would die here, and Dorian might never know. Well no, Dorian wasn’t an idiot, if Kieran disappeared there was really only one reason to do so, his father or one of his brother’s had gotten sick of him. Still he was glad to die under the Stars of Faerie. He would die with memories of riding with the Wild Hunt though the pink, green, blue, and yellow stars. He would die with memories of showing Dorian the purple, red, and orange constellations of the Land under the Hill. 

He took his eyes of the stars for a moment to look towards the Dias where his father and brothers were, they’d gotten sick of torturing him for the moment, though the Iron around his wrists and ankles burned enough that they might as well have been. did they have to be so tight Erec? He saw his father’s favorite son smiling down at the other Gentry, it was Erec’s fault he was here. Erec who had always been jealous that the court favored Kieran. So when he’d had the chance-  no Kieran thought, he had to take some responsibility for himself, he was here because he could not stay well enough away. He was free of the Wild Hunt he should not have come back, he should have stayed with Dorian. 

His wrists ached, but when he flexed his hands it only helped to burn more of his wrists on the Iron. He hissed and pulled his wrists closer to himself forgetting his lack of shirt. It was only years of torture at the hands of his brothers and the Wild Hunt that kept him from crying out when the Iron touched his chest.  Not that he thought he would be heard, it was as if there was a revel going on just out of reach. Perhaps there was, The King and Erec would want everyone to come see the execution of Kieran. 

Perhaps he was delirious from the pain he’d endured, was currently enduring, but he would have sworn he saw, just out of the corner of his eye, the bush on the side away from the court move. His first thought was Adaon, but no, he’d seen Adaon on the dais with his other brothers, and the small kindnesses he’d shown Kieran did not mean he was willing to anger their father for him. Really that only left one person in the world who truly cared for him. 

“Dorian.” Kieran said softly, hoping his voice would not betray the pain he was in. “Do not do anything stupid.” In truth he had no idea if it was Dorian, it could be any number of lesser Faeries, or an acorn fallen from the tree he was leaned up against. If it was any of his brothers surly torture would begin anew, he’d done his best to keep Dorian’s name of their lips, if he had given them this last bit of himself, he did not think he would live though their torture.