#sarrca was the troll of a friend who left the community like 27937 years ago

[sasster]

Starved

Uhm. I know I talk a lot about the shit Persep used to do. And also, I realized I've never written an Areios centric drabble in the eleven years that he's existed so. Can I fancy you in a blast from the past?

tws: torture, cannibalism, starvation (but nothing in too graphic a detail)

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“Hey big guy, you hungry?”

The snarl Persep received in return was all the confirmation he needed.

The mortician fully entered the room to find his friend exactly where he left him, shackled to the floor in the corner of his basement.

It was a long and arduous task, getting the poor guy to this point of depravity where he couldn’t even have a proper conversation because of the way the hunger stabbed at him, but Persep was a man of science.

Never a quitter.

Areios stood up as the man of science in question leaned against the doorframe to watch him, it seemed that the emaciated giant couldn’t quite find it in himself to get to his full height. He hunched over in a bid to keep his head from grazing the low ceiling and snarled once more.

“Have you noticed that none of your friends have to check on you?” Persep tutted softly, resting his head against the frame now. “I am the only one looking to care after you, Areios.”

Areios’s snarl died down into a low rumbling growl and, with hunger clouding his judgment, he lunged at his captor only to be yanked back by the chain and accompanying shackle affixed to his neck.

Persep only smiled back at him, having not even flinched for the effort.

“Oh, Areios. Don’t worry, I brought a meal.”

Dazed from his tumble, the giant did not respond to the mention of a meal save for eyeing the doorway with anticipation, ears pinned back.

He couldn’t tell the last time he’d eaten if a calendar was placed directly in front of him.

“Atta boy.”

Persep did not stay in the room to bask in the glory of having tamed his old friend, instead he stepped out to grab dinner as promised.

It was upsetting for him when he’d heard that he was making an effort to kick his cannibalistic tendencies. Inconvenient, really. Suddenly deciding that there are morals and ethics to take into account when looking for a meal.

What was he to do with morals and ethics? He would not just stand around and watch his muscle get all soft on him.

Not a chance in hell. Persep is a man of science after all.

And he’d never been quitter.

All of that to say, Areios was not expecting this meal to be anything other than some poor unsuspecting troll that meandered a little too close to the border of their shared forest. Even then, there was no way of guessing what Persep did end up coming back with.

When the door reopened Persep had a troll in tow by the hair and a grin on his face that was uncharacteristically giddy.

Areios watched the squirming troll wordlessly. The corners of his lips twitched when the scent of fresh blood washed over his senses.

“I keep my promises,” Persep explained as he shoved the blueblood within arms length of the starved behemoth. “I always do.”

Once again, Areios lunged and this time his prey had the misfortune of crumbling beneath him. He dragged them back to his corner before he could even get a good look at them.

Across the room Persep watched with morbid fascination.

Before he got the chance to bite into his meal a voice rang out above the clanging of his chains.

A very familiar voice, high pitched and frantic, as they thrashed uselessly in his grip.

“Areios! Wait. Please.”

The beast stopped, eyes wide as turned the troll to face him.

“Sarrca?” He managed to say, voice hoarse and dry from disuse. 

“Listen to me, I know you’re hungry. I know it. But you can’t let him win. He’ll hold it over your head for the rest of both of your lives.”

Having caught her moirails eyes, she ceased her twisting and turning to pet his arms. 

His stomach growled, ferociously, but the look on his face gave clear insight into the war between love and hunger that waged on violently within him.

“Areios, I –”

Before she could continue her pleading he snarled again, pushed her away, and retreated further into his corner.

“Areios –”

“Areios!”

This time she was cut off by Persep, with a voice louder than it’s ever been. Angrier than anyone expected. Impatience was never a good look on him.

The gazes of the pair followed the sound to make direct eye contact with the mortician just as his eyes lit up from his engaged voodoos.

Sarrca could only sit there, statue still with her mouth screwed shut, as her moirail crawled toward her on all fours.

Persep did not release his old on the two until the sound of flesh tearing and bones crunching, along with the heavy scent of blood, filled the air.

He was delighted to find that the sight unfolding in front of him, grisly affair that it was, did not stop when Areios was released from his control.

His grin only broadened.

“Atta boy.”