Quill froze like ice as he stared up from the lake of what he prayed was wine. He shook not from the heat being stolen with every moment he floated within the drink that caught him from the plummet. No, that could be attributed to the golden-eyed man trained on the little creature in his glass. Their face blocked out the very moon itself, expression unfaltering as it was unreadable.
A mouse caught by a cat, Quill was doomed.
Have some spooky drinkplay for Halloween this year!
So a bit of context, one of my best friends @theatre-treats and I have been rotting and I mean ROTTING over two of our newest characters. For me, that would be Quill, a little borrower who is in a whole lot of trouble and destined to dig himself into even more down the line.
For @theatre-treats we have Solace, a nobleman that just happens to be a vampire and manages to meet Quill one night after ah.... well this. Don't ya just love first meetings?
REGARDLESS! Hope ya'll like it! And Happy Halloween!
Just some shots that I used for some YCH's. Originally it was gonna be a standalone thing XD. I fuckin' love drawing uvula's and drawing a bunch of them was heckin' fun!
I would be the worst partner if you were a tiny. I'd just..... show affection in really weird ways. I would probably lick you, but not in a sexual way, just me being weird. Like, we're just watching tv and I just... lick your back then act like nothing happened.
The rest of it. Take it. There's less fearplay in here.
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Sam burst through the door, Erik in tow, looking equally frightened and excited. "James!"
James glanced up from where he was holding his adoptive family and his guards. "Hm?"
"They've been talking about your interrogation."
"Oh." He gently set them down. "Who?"
"The King and his advisors!"
"What?! They're here!" Bobby exclaimed.
"Here, and it seems they're coming to a decision, our preparation be damned."
"They said we'd get a chance at a trial." James whispered, holding his head in his hands.
Diane was pacing. "What are they saying exactly?"
"I don't know." Sam ran her hands through her long, brown hair. "I overheard them being briefed on your interrogation of the assassin. The King at least seemed impressed. I don't know if it's helping or hurting us."
Bobby snapped them both our of their panicked mental spiral. "We'll still get trail. We can still plead our case. We've been working on it for two months. We can do this, just stay calm."
Fredrick approached Erik. "How's Lucas?"
"He'll recover. He's resting now, but if Sam continues treatment he'll be back on duty before the end of the week."
"That's good, that's good."
James was rubbing at his wrist. He shouldn't have helped with the interrogation. He might have just doomed them all.
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The King came through the doors, his advisors in tow, guards with heavy armor and weapons surrounding them.
James fidgeted as he lay on his belly, trying to look as small and innocent as possible. He was trying not to think about how with a simple command, this person could kill them all.
Sam, Diane, and Bobby bowed deeply, as did the unarmed guards.
"Rise." The King was staring up at James with an amused look on his face. "I heard tales, but you, good sir, truly are massive!"
James, unsure of what to do, nodded.
"And you three are the people that have been harboring him on your ranch for years."
"That's where he was raised." Bobby said, the most composed of the four.
"If you're ready, I have decided what I'm going to do with you."
"Your Majesty," Sam interrupted, "I was under the assumption that we were going to be allowed a trail so we could plead for freedom."
"You can always change my mind in the future." The King waved his hand absently. "Now, I've decided that James here is much too valuable to simply let go, so he will be staying here. The three of you and your relationship to him are also far too valuable, therefore, you three will be under my employ, as his primary handlers and caretakers."
James' heart sank into his guts. It's exactly what he feared. They'd have their lives, but they would be prisoners.
This was his fault. He had to do something.
"Your Majesty, please." He spoke up, having everyone look up at him. "Hear my family out. They don't deserve imprisonment because of me. Let them try to persuade you."
"Imprisonment?" He raised an eyebrow. "The only one being imprisoned here is you. They will be employed here, I simply assumed that they would choose to stay because of your relationship."
His ears burned.
"I suppose from your relieved expressions, I should have worded that better." He crossed his arms. "You three should come with me, we'll discuss the roles you'd play here and whether or not you'd even want to play them."
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James was alone. His guards had been called away, and he hadn't seen anyone except for a quick update from Sam two days ago.
Diane and her had decided to stay. Bobby needed to go back to the ranch. James understood. He hated the royal family, and being in the thick of it wouldn't be good for his health.
The three of them left the next day to say goodbye to Bobby, gather personal items from the ranch, and collect certain things they "used to control James."
Sam did say she'd worked it out that Jessica would be coming back with them. That was nice. If she could convince her, it would certainly help to have another magically trained healer on hand.
James did hate being completely alone though. The servants and other guards were terrified, and the King and his court thought of him as a beast, so he was bored.
It was time to feed him, and the carts were rolled out, but this time things were a little different. There was another cart, with stacks of warm, brown, loaves of bread. And, one of the people who brought out the cart stood beside it, stiff as a board, but determinedly there.
James attempted conversation, but the servant didn't respond.
The next day, while he was fed, they brought out a woman, dressed in prisoner rags, bound and gagged, and placed her before him.
"What the?" He glanced over at the armored guard protecting the door. "What's going on?"
"Meal time." She responded.
James looked down at the prisoner and his stomach churned. They wanted him to eat her. There's no way.
He very gently picked her up, keeping her in his open palm. "It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you." He promised, trying to break the ropes holding her wrists together. Once he'd freed her arms, he set her back down. "I'm not eating someone like that."
She was dragged away, and he finished up with the cattle.
The next day, they brought out just four or five prisoners during meal time. No bonds, just five people shoved into his cell and locked inside.
His stomach complained about him not eating anything, but he refused to eat a person.
He did his best to comfort them, but after you've been told that you're a meal for a giant, anything the giant does is threatening and is to be feared.
James didn't eat the next day either, with them trying to feed him people throughout the day. They attempted to feed him untied prisoners, unconscious prisoners, and they even tried to feed him a corpse close to sunset.
If he had anything in his stomach, he'd have thrown it up then.
On the third day, he had a guard pushing out a cart with a human kneeling on it. They were completely covered in some delicious smelling sauce that made the hole in his midsection deepen as he caught its scent.
"We've had the kitchens work on this one." The guard assured him. "Put this one in your mouth, and we'll give you a regular meal."
"A regular meal?"
"Your usual cattle and bread."
James glanced down at the person, feeling guilty as his stomach pleaded with him. He carefully pinched their waist between his fingers and picked them up.
He was drooling over the delicious smell. It smelled almost sweet, like it would accompany the delectable meaty taste of humans. James carefully reminded himself to not swallow as he placed them, kicking and struggling, in his mouth.
The sweet sauce spread across his tongue, and James heard himself moan despite trying not to. He was just so hungry, and they tasted so good.
He pinned them to his mouth, tight enough they weren't in danger as he swallowed all the extra saliva.
James continued to lick at the little person, thoroughly enjoying their taste and their little squirms. He hadn't had to wet their clothes, but as he got all the thick sauce off as he tasted them he still had cloth in his mouth. It wasn't the most pleasant tasting thing, but he was feeling slightly better.
Once he was finally finished, he gently reached into his and pulled them out. The little human was exhausted, barely squirming as he set them back on the cart.
"There. I put them in my mouth." He glared at the guard. "May I eat now?"
There was a long moment where they didn't speak. "Fine."
James was ecstatic to see non-people being carted in for him to eat after two whole days days. And it was much more than usual. A full meal.
They didn't take away the person who he previously had in his mouth, and the door was shut. The guard had even left.
James felt very awkward as he started to eat, the person shaking as they sat curled up on the cart.
"I'm sorry." He swallowed some meat. "I didn't want to scare you."
They just sat there.
"Uhm, are you hungry?"
They shook their head.
He still determinedly avoided the bread cart just in case they changed their mind later. He felt like he needed to apologize for doing that.
As he was starting to finish, he recognized their shaking wasn't from fear, they were freezing. It had been getting colder, and they were still damp from being in his mouth.
"You're cold."
They nodded.
"Here." He tore off a little bit of his sleeve and handed it over to them. "Dry off. You'll stay warmer that way."
"Thank you."
James paused, pleasantly surprised to hear the quiet voice. "You're welcome."
After the meal, and the person had been allowed to leave, James was approached by someone in slightly modified servant attire. They must be from the kitchen staff.
"It seems you enjoyed the little beginning to your meal."
James didn't say anything.
"Is there anything we could do to coax you into doing it again?"
James lifted his head from where it was resting on his arms. "You don't have to starve me. I'll put people in my mouth, but there is nothing in this world you can do to get me to swallow them."
"I'm not asking you to swallow them. I just want to know if you can put people in your mouth willingly, and if there's anything we can do to make it more pleasant for you.
He thought for a minute, wishing he had someone here to help him decide what he was going to do.
"If you need some time, I can see you tomo-"
"Cloth is disgusting." He said suddenly. "But it'd be really weird if they had no clothes. Undergarments would be fine. Also, it's cold. They'll need something to dry off with."
They seemed satisfied with that.
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Sam, Diane, and Jessica were being briefed on the days that James was by himself. Diane was mad that they left him alone at all.
"Sammy, you know that he hates being left alone."
"I know, I know." Sam tried to calm her. "You can rant about it later. Shush!"
"As I was saying," The guard continued, "We took your complaints of him being underfed into consideration. We've increased meal size, but because of certain orders, there were two days where he ate nothing."
"You starved him!" Sam shouted before Diane could get it out of her.
"We didn't starve him exactly." The guard raised their hands in surrender as Sam loomed angrily over them. "We were under instructions to find what it'd take to get him to eat someone under his own free will. There were plenty of opportunities for him to eat during that time, but he refused."
"You starved my baby brother because he wouldn't murder people!"
Diane was seconds away from attacking the guard when Jessica carefully grabbed their arms and pulled them back. "Did James ever harm anyone?"
"No. The farthest he would go was to put someone in his mouth if we threatened to continue to starve him." The guard explained. "He's refused, but we've been making sure that he's going to make up for the missed food."
"We're going to see him now." Jessica nudged them down the hall. "After we've talked to him, we'll decide what we're doing."
