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Finally finished this! I rlly wanted to do a fullbody pic of him so that ppl could see his outfit a little better. I also decided to do a little writing with this one too
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**TW: Though I don't go into any detail, there's implications of abuse. He's a male concubine & historically such fates have been horrifically sad & tragically somehow far too long & ending far too short. I kept the nature of that in my writing because it felt wrong to smooth things like that out into just some pretty fantasy.**
This takes place in Xerona before he's sent to Elyria. Things do get much better for him after that, I promise!
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The stem of a small yellow flower rolled slowly between his thumb & forefinger.
Seren's bed chambers, though lavish & comfortable, were only partially for him, in truth. The comfort was a gift for his ever dutiful compliance & skill. However what was the purpose of what he was told was a mural of the night sky when his blurry vision couldn't make it out? Those smudges of color that all just blurred together in his defective eyes. Just some decoration for a rich noble who got off on the fantasy of "The Star of Xerona"? To envision as though he was one of those stars, plucked from the heavens & given flesh? Something so magical & divine, & yet... for what?
For some drunken perversion paid for by heavy gold ladened pockets? By someone who spoke about the philosophies of the good in the hearts of men, while requesting his degradation in the same breath?
The idea was absurd. Enough to make him almost laugh to himself if it wasn't for the way his ribs ached. An ugly black and purple was surely blooming across them, hidden by his soft fur.
Even the pillows he laid against were just more luxury framing for the product that he was, with the heavy golden embroidery that he often traced his fingers along on the nights where keeping silent was more difficult.
He hated it. Hated the meaning & purpose under all of it.
But at least he was comfortable.
As he gazed at the flower in his fingers, some of that tension eased a bit.
It had been just a little blob of color in the courtyard. Defiantly out of place & not yet discovered to be plucked away by the gardeners. Some sort of wild flower if he had to guess.
Though he didn't know why, he decided to pluck it up for himself before stealing away to his chambers.
The leaves on the stem were rough & the petals a chaotic mess against his fingers. Even the scent was unusual. Something fresh, but a far cry from the overly fragrant perfect blooms that were kept here for the pleasure of guests. This was a flower that simply existed for no purpose other than to live. And something about that made his chest feel tight.
For several long moments he simply continued gazing at the flower.
Until, slowly his thumb shifted, moving forward bit by bit against the delicate thing.
Until the stem snapped in his fingers.
And the tight feeling was replaced by a soft aching guilt that he didn't really have words for.
((My apologies for the chaotic style & probably horrific grammar. I'm an artist & not a particularly good writer.))
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.
**TW: Though I don't go into any detail, there's implications of abuse. He's a male concubine & historically such fates have been horrifically sad & tragically somehow far too long & ending far too short. I kept the nature of that in my writing because it felt wrong to smooth things like that out into just some pretty fantasy.**
This takes place in Xerona before he's sent to Elyria. Things do get much better for him after that, I promise!
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.
The stem of a small yellow flower rolled slowly between his thumb & forefinger.
Seren's bed chambers, though lavish & comfortable, were only partially for him, in truth. The comfort was a gift for his ever dutiful compliance & skill. However what was the purpose of what he was told was a mural of the night sky when his blurry vision couldn't make it out? Those smudges of color that all just blurred together in his defective eyes. Just some decoration for a rich noble who got off on the fantasy of "The Star of Xerona"? To envision as though he was one of those stars, plucked from the heavens & given flesh? Something so magical & divine, & yet... for what?
For some drunken perversion paid for by heavy gold ladened pockets? By someone who spoke about the philosophies of the good in the hearts of men, while requesting his degradation in the same breath?
The idea was absurd. Enough to make him almost laugh to himself if it wasn't for the way his ribs ached. An ugly black and purple was surely blooming across them, hidden by his soft fur.
Even the pillows he laid against were just more luxury framing for the product that he was, with the heavy golden embroidery that he often traced his fingers along on the nights where keeping silent was more difficult.
He hated it. Hated the meaning & purpose under all of it.
But at least he was comfortable.
As he gazed at the flower in his fingers, some of that tension eased a bit.
It had been just a little blob of color in the courtyard. Defiantly out of place & not yet discovered to be plucked away by the gardeners. Some sort of wild flower if he had to guess.
Though he didn't know why, he decided to pluck it up for himself before stealing away to his chambers.
The leaves on the stem were rough & the petals a chaotic mess against his fingers. Even the scent was unusual. Something fresh, but a far cry from the overly fragrant perfect blooms that were kept here for the pleasure of guests. This was a flower that simply existed for no purpose other than to live. And something about that made his chest feel tight.
For several long moments he simply continued gazing at the flower.
Until, slowly his thumb shifted, moving forward bit by bit against the delicate thing.
Until the stem snapped in his fingers.
And the tight feeling was replaced by a soft aching guilt that he didn't really have words for.
((My apologies for the chaotic style & probably horrific grammar. I'm an artist & not a particularly good writer.))
Category Artwork (Digital) / Portraits
Species Skunk
Size 1919 x 1919px
File Size 6.05 MB
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