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[Feb 15] [Troubled Times (original)] Bought and Paid For
Title: Bought and Paid For
Day/Theme: Feb. 15 - “Money can't buy love, but it improves your bargaining position”
Series: Troubled Times (original)
Character/Pairing: Bane/V
Rating: PG
She wore a bell around her neck, and three pieces of pirate gold. PAYMENT, she said, for three wrongs done to her.
"All that I am," she said. "Was forced on me. Assassin. Immortal. Traveler. Each came to me unbidden and unwanted, and each ate away a part of me to make room for itself."
"Three pieces of stolen swag is a small price," he said. "To have no fear of age or death, of men and their weapons, of the past and future."
"A small price to receive as payment," she said. "For something I would never sell."
"But you did!" he said, his smile a white flash in a dark face. "Payment was given and you accepted it."
"Who then," he asked when her silence began to worry him. "Gave you your kitten's toy? Your other trinket."
She knew that he knew the answer to that, but the memory did twist a smile out of her lips. She touched the gold bell, stroking her fingers over it as if it was a jewel.
"An idiot master gave it to me," she said, smiling at the soft chime it made. "Who I tormented for awhile, served for a time, and loved for a bit." Her smiled deepened. "But mostly tormented."
"What must I give you," he said, leaning close enough to touch her hair and throat. "To be so tormented and loved? What golden thing to string around your bitten neck that would make you think of me so fondly?"
"A promise," she said. "Promise me, snake charmer, that there is no reclaiming what's lost and no going mad searching for it."
The dark man began to laugh. He held out his hand and when he opened it, a piece of another white smile lay in his palm. It was a tooth, long and pointed, bound in gold to a red ribbon, fine as piano wire.
"You are mine," he said, tying it around her neck so that it lay between the coins and the bell. "Immortal or not. Assassin or not. In this time, or any other. Search if you wish. Go mad if it suits you. Travel through time or lives or loves or torments. You'll always come back to me. You took the gold, and you took me as well. Bought and paid for. Owned."
I don't usually do original ones here, but it's been on my mind and, in that mind of mine, it fits the prompt.
Day/Theme: Feb. 15 - “Money can't buy love, but it improves your bargaining position”
Series: Troubled Times (original)
Character/Pairing: Bane/V
Rating: PG
She wore a bell around her neck, and three pieces of pirate gold. PAYMENT, she said, for three wrongs done to her.
"All that I am," she said. "Was forced on me. Assassin. Immortal. Traveler. Each came to me unbidden and unwanted, and each ate away a part of me to make room for itself."
"Three pieces of stolen swag is a small price," he said. "To have no fear of age or death, of men and their weapons, of the past and future."
"A small price to receive as payment," she said. "For something I would never sell."
"But you did!" he said, his smile a white flash in a dark face. "Payment was given and you accepted it."
"Who then," he asked when her silence began to worry him. "Gave you your kitten's toy? Your other trinket."
She knew that he knew the answer to that, but the memory did twist a smile out of her lips. She touched the gold bell, stroking her fingers over it as if it was a jewel.
"An idiot master gave it to me," she said, smiling at the soft chime it made. "Who I tormented for awhile, served for a time, and loved for a bit." Her smiled deepened. "But mostly tormented."
"What must I give you," he said, leaning close enough to touch her hair and throat. "To be so tormented and loved? What golden thing to string around your bitten neck that would make you think of me so fondly?"
"A promise," she said. "Promise me, snake charmer, that there is no reclaiming what's lost and no going mad searching for it."
The dark man began to laugh. He held out his hand and when he opened it, a piece of another white smile lay in his palm. It was a tooth, long and pointed, bound in gold to a red ribbon, fine as piano wire.
"You are mine," he said, tying it around her neck so that it lay between the coins and the bell. "Immortal or not. Assassin or not. In this time, or any other. Search if you wish. Go mad if it suits you. Travel through time or lives or loves or torments. You'll always come back to me. You took the gold, and you took me as well. Bought and paid for. Owned."
I don't usually do original ones here, but it's been on my mind and, in that mind of mine, it fits the prompt.