#barimen.tbt

[sclitvde]

here's a snippet of the first chapter of the barimen x fem!oc fic. unedited and unformatted. word vomit. it'll be live on ao3 sometime in the next week.

“Will you not kiss your husband farewell?” The question is a pointed one, coming from thin lips curled in a devilish smile. Aaron, son of the Governor of Akenash, means to critique his wife, to offer, in the question, that for her to not fall at his flank and beseech him to not leave their apartments is nothing short of a great insult. 

Daena picks at the dry flesh around the nail of her thumb, chin dipping in an attempt to hide her face from her husband’s cold, prying gaze. She sports a pensive frown as she was not one to hide her emotions, great or small, and only lifts her head when the words spiraling in her mind align. 

“You have my heart,” a debilitating truth she is beginning to regret. “A farewell is too permanent, no?” She expects no answer back, relenting before she continues her hypothetical.

On the tips of her toes, neck elongates to press a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. But before her lips bless him with a kiss, he turns his head sharply, hand forcefully at the nape of her neck, roughly pressing his lips to her own. The embrace forces her in that lifted position, legs and feet in a painful, burning limbo. Frantically she leans back into his hand, unable to escape his slick tongue as it drags across her lips in their frenzied embrace.

It is a painful few seconds before Aaron loosens his grip, her head turning to feel his tongue slide against the fullness of her cheek. Instinctively she raises her arm, presses the velvet of her sleeve to her cheek to wipe the saliva stains from her face. The back of her hand stops at the corner of her mouth and, while she would delight in removing all she could of him from her, she was all too aware that wiping away his kisses could invoke his ire.

She presses the fullness of her lips together, bears through the slickness of his tongue still on them, and waits for his triumphant, cruel, amused laughter to die down.

“Farewell, husband.” Her tone is less than lovely, his title escaping her in an exhausted sigh.

Amusement falls starkly from Aaron’s features, replaced by a cold cruelty she has never known from him. The blood rushes from her face, a chill creeping through her body, pulse pounding in her ears. In her discomfort of his reaction, she shifts, placing shaky hands on his chest to steady them and, to then, appease him. “Will you not return to me quickly?” Fingers play with the cloth buttons of his doublet, a wry smile hiding the twisted pain in her chest. The seconds of silence between her question and his response kills her little by little, dread eating her alive from the inside out. But finally her husband speaks, a smile replacing the wildness in his eyes. “I will, Sweetness.” The pet name conveys his contentment and she can breathe again. How terrifying it is, the instability of his temperament; his volatility is noted in the back of her mind, where she begins to carefully plan and foretell a way to quell it the best way to tame a rabid dog.

Rough, large hands hold her face as he forces a kiss to her forehead; a farewell she has long waited for. And, before she may gather her bearings, he is gone, the echo of their chamber's doors slamming her only company in the sudden absence of his presence.

She will relish in this silence…. until his return.

[sclitvde]

I like to think that, amongst an island of men, Daena at least has Lord Barimen in ways of gentle comfort. He reminds her of her own father, fiercely witty and a terribly good politician but with a private, sentimental side.

Aaron lacks that gentleness. Maybe because he's spoiled, perhaps due to the loss of his mother, or that's just.... how he is. Lord Barimen's aim for power is calculative but not a desire for absolute power. Aaron, on the other hand and in every aspect of his life, it seems, craves power. That's why Lord Barimen's tolerance of the elves genuinely upsets Aaron, offers nothing but his growing disdain with his father's amicable relationship with the elves.

here's a snippet of the first chapter of the barimen x fem!oc fic. unedited and unformatted. word vomit. it'll be live on ao3 sometime in the next week.

“Will you not kiss your husband farewell?” The question is a pointed one, coming from thin lips curled in a devilish smile. Aaron, son of the Governor of Akenash, means to critique his wife, to offer, in the question, that for her to not fall at his flank and beseech him to not leave their apartments is nothing short of a great insult. 

Daena picks at the dry flesh around the nail of her thumb, chin dipping in an attempt to hide her face from her husband’s cold, prying gaze. She sports a pensive frown as she was not one to hide her emotions, great or small, and only lifts her head when the words spiraling in her mind align. 

“You have my heart,” a debilitating truth she is beginning to regret. “A farewell is too permanent, no?” She expects no answer back, relenting before she continues her hypothetical.

On the tips of her toes, neck elongates to press a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. But before her lips bless him with a kiss, he turns his head sharply, hand forcefully at the nape of her neck, roughly pressing his lips to her own. The embrace forces her in that lifted position, legs and feet in a painful, burning limbo. Frantically she leans back into his hand, unable to escape his slick tongue as it drags across her lips in their frenzied embrace.

It is a painful few seconds before Aaron loosens his grip, her head turning to feel his tongue slide against the fullness of her cheek. Instinctively she raises her arm, presses the velvet of her sleeve to her cheek to wipe the saliva stains from her face. The back of her hand stops at the corner of her mouth and, while she would delight in removing all she could of him from her, she was all too aware that wiping away his kisses could invoke his ire.

She presses the fullness of her lips together, bears through the slickness of his tongue still on them, and waits for his triumphant, cruel, amused laughter to die down.

“Farewell, husband.” Her tone is less than lovely, his title escaping her in an exhausted sigh.

Amusement falls starkly from Aaron’s features, replaced by a cold cruelty she has never known from him. The blood rushes from her face, a chill creeping through her body, pulse pounding in her ears. In her discomfort of his reaction, she shifts, placing shaky hands on his chest to steady them and, to then, appease him. “Will you not return to me quickly?” Fingers play with the cloth buttons of his doublet, a wry smile hiding the twisted pain in her chest. The seconds of silence between her question and his response kills her little by little, dread eating her alive from the inside out. But finally her husband speaks, a smile replacing the wildness in his eyes. “I will, Sweetness.” The pet name conveys his contentment and she can breathe again. How terrifying it is, the instability of his temperament; his volatility is noted in the back of her mind, where she begins to carefully plan and foretell a way to quell it the best way to tame a rabid dog.

Rough, large hands hold her face as he forces a kiss to her forehead; a farewell she has long waited for. And, before she may gather her bearings, he is gone, the echo of their chamber's doors slamming her only company in the sudden absence of his presence.

She will relish in this silence…. until his return.