SUMMER OF WHUMP- DAY 18- BEATEN
Early farlan and Orfeu
CW: human trafficking; pet whump; dehumanization; fight; broken nose; black eye; kicks/punches;
Father’s whore was in the kitchen, butchering some poor food again. He sighed, pulling a chair and sitting to watch the abomination be created.
“Don’t you get food at home?” he frowned "...Is that vodka? Are you eating cereal on vodka you abomination?????"
“...A lot less food, lately” he sighs "And I'd appreciate if you didn't comment on my diet. It's rude"
...He sounded annoyed, a poisonous little tune to his voice. Funny.
“...You weren’t expecting to get that little whore as a gift, were you?”
He sighs, dropping the spoon so heavily that vodka spills around the table. He seems to give up on his snack, and picks some tomatoes to cut instead. The poor little things, that only wished to be some good food… Orfeu seems to give up on that too, snapping back to stare at Farlan, his fangs on show.
“Shut the fuck up about him. You don’t get to talk about Haru”
“What? Did you happen to catch feelings?” He smiled “A bit too soon for that, don’t you think? Hell, you even named it!”
He closed his eyes, softly hissing and turning back to the tomatoes, chopping them harshly, making a ‘toc, toc’ sound as the knife hit the cutting board. He shook his hand after a moment, seeming to have cut himself.
“...You are fucking digusting. It sickens me to see what you did to him”
“So now you have the moral high ground, hm?” He smiled “...You never did anything about it”
...He stopped cutting for a second, then resumed. That was true. He never did anything to try and help, until it was handed to him on a silver platter.
“I take care of myself, first. I never claimed to be a good person now, did I?” He turns again, dropping the knife on the sink “Still. He is a good boy. Why the fuck would you hurt him so much?”
“He is a pet. That’s what they are for”
“...You are smart enough to not have swallowed this bullshit” Orfeu shook his head in disappointment “...You know very well that is just… Someone. Someone who got fucking unlucky. Or do you say they are pets just so you feel better about yourself?”
Farlan rolls his eyes.
“...Someone who probably volunteered for this. Or doesn’t know any other way to live. It’s cruel to not treat them like that”
“Fucking liar” he groans “Drop it. Drop the fucking subject or I swear I’ll beat the fuck out of you”
“OOOoh. Now I’m scared. You are a coward, you know? And besides, he did deserve it. That was a really shitty little bitch. He-”
...Next thing he knows, the freak is jumping over him, knocking both him and the chair to the floor. Before he can start hitting Farlan pushes him to the side, struggling to get him off his chest.
“Fuck y-”
He doesn’t get to finish the sentence, as a fist meets his face, making him spit blood. He kicks Orfeu on the stomach. This only seems to slow him down for a second, and on the next, he is over Farlan again, hands closing around his neck.
He claws at Orfeu’s arm, kicking and trying to push him away, feeling his face going purple…
He grabs something from the table. A bottle. He breaks it on Orfeu’s face, as he hisses and steps away, trying to protect his eyes. He jumps on Orfeu before he recovers enough to attack, only to be kicked and fall on his back, air knocked out of his lungs.
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...Gerard wakes up, bothered by noise. Bed by his side is empty, so Orfeu is gone by now. The fucking noise coming from the kitchen… He takes a look at the clock. It’s four in the fucking morning, why the staff is being so fucking loud? They shouldn’t start for another hour.
He closed his eyes, trying to sleep again… And the noise of stuff falling made it impossible. He got out of bed, angry, really not in the mood to deal with this shit now. He would punish however it was accordingly. If it was one of the slaves, they’d be in for a good whipping later. If it was staff… Well, he’d have to think of a good measure.
He stomped downstairs, pushing the door to the kitchen open…
...Farlan and Orfeu on the floor. The entire kitchen completely thrashed. Orfeu holding a bunch of spoons, Farlan protecting himself with the fucking microwave door, while microwave itself was broken in a corner. They stared for a second, as Gerard closed the door.
...He waited, hearing aggressive muffled voices, chairs being scraped, furniture being moved. He opened the door again once it all went quiet. Kitchen was in order. Microwave duct-taped together. Farlan and Orfeu sitting adjacent to each other on the table, Farlan with a broken nose, Orfeu with a black eye. Both smiling.
“Oh, hello dad! We were just sharing a cup of tea and discussing...classic literature!”
“Literature?” He lifted an eyebrow, pulling a chair for himself, as Orfeu served him tea.
“Exactly!” Orfeu agreed “Farlan here is… quite knowledgeable”
...And he got the impression he kicked Farlan under the table.
“Good to see you two are getting along” He drank a sip. At least the tea was nice. "I see you guys have strong opinions on… literature"
They laughed dryly.
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