Whumpee who no one even noticed when they went missing. Days, maybe even a week or more passed. But when they finally get out and check their phone, not even the people who they thought cared about them most even bothered to check in. The messages are just as few as before. No one checked in on them, no one was concerned that they were missing. They were only in trouble with their job for not coming in.
So they don't tell anyone they were kidnapped. That they were hurt. They hide the injuries and trauma continue to avoid people, and never explain what happened since there wasn't any point in bothering people anyway.
Because apparently, whumper was right. No one would notice. And now they know how much they really matter to the people in their life.
Fandom: FFXIV
Character(s): Artoirel de Fortemps, Emmanellain de Fortemps
Cw/Tws: graphic depictions of violence, skinning
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Artoirel woke with a pounding headache. With a groan, he slowly forced his eyes open and looked around. He was laying in a musty cell, his wrists bound above his head. He grimaced and struggled, tugging uselessly against the metal cuffs.
"Ah, Lord Artoirel, you're awake, good, that means the show can begin,"
Artoirel glanced up.
A Hyur man with purple hair stood outside his cell, holding Emmanellain by the hair. His little brother was on his knees, wrists bound behind him and a gag tied tight around his head. His blue eyes were filled with fear, shining with tears.
"Emmanellain!" he exclaimed and Emmanellain let out a muffled sob.
The hyur smiled before he bashed Emmanellain's head against the bars of the cell. Artoirel's eyes widened. Emmanellain let out a muffled cry.
The hyur grinned before slamming Emmanellain's head against the bars again and again. Blood leaked down from the split in Emmanellain's head.
The man flicked his free hand and the bars vanished. He dragged Emmanellain through, walking to stand just out of Artoirel's reach. Emmanellain was crying now, his tears and blood mixing together.
"Wanna know something, little 'toirel?" the man leaned forward slightly, "We aren't on your plane of existence, and here in the House of Romanov, knowing can die,"
The man pulled out a knife, moving it close to Emmanellain's neck.
"Don't," Artoirel whispered, his stomach clenching.
Emmanellain, most likely severely concussed, didn't move or even look at the knife, eyes glossy and unfocused. The Hyur smiled as he drew the knife across Emmanellain's throat. Blood bubbled up and spilled down Emmanellain's chest as the man let out a muffled and strangled cry of pain.
"Emmanellain!"
Artoirel thrashed against his binds, watching the blood seep out. Emmanellain's eyes rolled back into his head, but he didn't lose consciousness. The Hyur dragged Emmanellain towards Artoirel and dropped him, face down, onto the ground. Using the knife, he cut the binds restraining Emmanellain. Emmanellain's hands, no longer held together, fell apart and hit the floor with no resistance.
The man crouched down over Emmanellain. Artoirel could only watch Emmanellain's blood pool around his neck and seep closer and closer to Artoirel. Emmanellain had already lost enough blood to kill him at least twice over, so what the man said about the not dying thing must have been true.
The man held the knife over Emmanellain's back before sinking the blade in. Emmanellain let out a pitiful noise. He seemed slightly more aware now, but the concussion was not doing him any favors. Emmanellain reach a trembling hand towards Artoirel, but he was just far enough that he couldn't reach his brother.
The man dragged the knife through Emmanellain's back and Emmanellain screamed, eye wide. His hand fell and he trembled, sobs muffled by the gag. The man cut out a square on Emmanellain's back before slowly cutting through the skin in the middle, effectively skinning Emmanellain.
"Fury, please stop…" Artoirel begged, his eyes stinging.
He felt sick. Emmanellain was crying again. The Hyur laughed as he tore the flesh square off of Emmanellain's body.
Fury, how was he even still awake?
Blood poured from the wound, joining the puddle on the floor. Artoirel's pants were wet with his brother's blood. The Hyur tossed the flesh, burning it to nothing as he did and leaned over Emmanellain. He cut the gag off before standing up. He turned and walked out of stone room, onto the tile beyond.
With a snap, the bars had reappeared and the cuffs binding Artoirel vanished.
Artoirel wasted no time, he scrambled forward, grabbing Emmanellain by the shoulders and pulling him close.
Emmanellain screamed in pain before devolving into hysterical sobs, clinging to Artoirel with what little strength he had left. His blood soaked Artoirel's clothes, but he found he didn't care.
The man walked away, leaving them alone. Artoirel gently ran his fingers through Emmanellain's hair.
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