Bound fic

Bound
Ql'Annae & Cassia
Neither character belong to me. I just like drawing flowy dresses and am full of angst lately.


The woman looked like a work of art, lounged on an elaborate, highbacked couch-bed, the wood of the edging and the satin of the cushions both lush and glossy, matched by the tawny silk of her skin and the dark sheen of her hair. Golden jewelery dangled in her ears,  around her ankles and wrists, a large red stone hung just above the curves of her ample breasts, and she wore fine silk that was barely opaque. She looked like a highpreistess of lust, head tipped forward, eyes shut, as though deep in thought or in a light dose where she sprawled, tucked into an alcove in an airy hall of columns.
It would take a sharp eye to notice the chains draped over the back of the couch that led to the bracelets, a keen mind to spot the magical glyphs carved into the frame of the couch, and a long observation to realize that while she breathed, she did not move.

Elsewhere in the complex, a blind seer slipped her leash again.
She was not actually tied of course, prophecy was too rare a gift to treat one so blessed harshly, and she was still becoming accustomed to the fact that no one would treat her like a mad woman, she was gowned in sacred blue, bathed, coifed and fed, for her life before had been harsh and cruel. And if they did not do as she asked, they did listen when she spoke, giving her not people but things to trigger visions, believing it to be less harsh and shocking. And while her keeper did not know where she was, they were not worried. They knew where she would be.

Guided by a hand on the wall and the visions that danced in her empty eyesockets, the seer found her way to where the sleeping woman lay propped and chained. She climbed up onto the cushion, and wrapped her arms around the other woman's neck.
"I wanted to protect you too." she said, pressing her forehead to a dusky cheek. "and I suppose we're safe here. They have no rules that say you're automaticly evil, so they won't try to kill you, like everyone else we ran into. It's calm. I can think, most of the time." She sighed, and squeezed a bit. "As long as we are here, no harm will come to either of us. That, I can see. But if I could... I would find a way to wake you, and be mad out in the world with you, rather than be safe here." She gave a squeezing little hug. "... I miss the sound of your voice..."  She trailed her cheek along the sleeping woman's until she found her lips, and stole a kiss.