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[November 23] [Original] Playing By the Rules
Title: Playing By the Rules
Day/Theme: Nov. 24: I bear your colours everywhere.
Series: Original
Characters/Pairings: Hanjim/Travier
Rating: PG
The game was an easy one, after a few weeks of getting used to it. Though, at times, it was strange, Travier knew he had no complaints, because Hanjim held his mostly unspoken word: Travier was safe with the merchant, left alone by bounty hunters that might have harassed him and older man that thought his face a good sight better than the street weary bed-boys on so many corners in the larger cities they stopped in to sell.
Were he to go with an innocent answer, he would say it had everything to do with the fact that he was ever in Hanjim's presence (yet another unspoken rule of their game, falling under Rule the First), that Hanjim kept a brotherly look over him at all times—constantly in contact with him, if he could excuse it, as though afraid he might fly off like a wild bird.
But, when he was honest with himself, three weeks of being Hanjim's bed-boy caught up with him. He knew that people avoided lingering their gazes too long because Hanjim made easy show of the knife on his hip and shotgun slung over his back. They didn't come to him, all smirks and propositions, because of the long earring from his left earlobe (still swollen), and the choker (almost a little too small), and the close-cutting clothing in the colors Hanjim liked.
The game was an easy one, because Travier didn't have to worry about breaking the rules. There was nobody to break them with, too scared of the wrath they would incur.
Day/Theme: Nov. 24: I bear your colours everywhere.
Series: Original
Characters/Pairings: Hanjim/Travier
Rating: PG
The game was an easy one, after a few weeks of getting used to it. Though, at times, it was strange, Travier knew he had no complaints, because Hanjim held his mostly unspoken word: Travier was safe with the merchant, left alone by bounty hunters that might have harassed him and older man that thought his face a good sight better than the street weary bed-boys on so many corners in the larger cities they stopped in to sell.
Were he to go with an innocent answer, he would say it had everything to do with the fact that he was ever in Hanjim's presence (yet another unspoken rule of their game, falling under Rule the First), that Hanjim kept a brotherly look over him at all times—constantly in contact with him, if he could excuse it, as though afraid he might fly off like a wild bird.
But, when he was honest with himself, three weeks of being Hanjim's bed-boy caught up with him. He knew that people avoided lingering their gazes too long because Hanjim made easy show of the knife on his hip and shotgun slung over his back. They didn't come to him, all smirks and propositions, because of the long earring from his left earlobe (still swollen), and the choker (almost a little too small), and the close-cutting clothing in the colors Hanjim liked.
The game was an easy one, because Travier didn't have to worry about breaking the rules. There was nobody to break them with, too scared of the wrath they would incur.