#wooowwww this shit came out darker than expected

[thewhump]

ok, so i'm asking here, blindfold and verlac/jace? thanks for your writing and sharing it with us!!

There’s a hand on his cheek. Warm and soft, fingers that feel like they never had a sword in hand and yet, there is something about the touch, the grip on his chin, that makes Jace terrified.

He’s not often scared. He’s been through too much to be. But the blindfold makes him anxious, the inability to see heightening other senses and making him paranoid.

But it’s not paranoia, is it? He’s tied to a chair, after all, a comfortable armchair and uncomfortable ropes, a suffocating smell of too many candles burning in the room, the strange stuffy warmth of a room with not enough air, and he’s slightly too hot. 

Hot like the fingers gripping his chin.

“It breaks me to break you.”

The breathing of his captor is suddenly close enough he can feel it on his cheek.

“But love is like that, isn’t it?”

There are coarse lips on his own and Jace wants to back away, feeling violated, but there’s nowhere to go and soft fingers still grip his chin. Then the lips are gone and the hand disappears, only to slap him.

After that all his knows is pain.

It’s hours later that he’s exhausted, every part of him broken and aching, and the man throws him in the closet. He lands on something soft, and there’s a grunt and he realizes it’s another person, tied up in the closet, just like him. 

The other captive’s hands find his face and Jace’s blood runs cold.

They feel the same.

But they’re cold. So cold.