Patreon LogoYour support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)

from the edge (1x1 w/DarkMudkip)

After a while, Kaguya laid down, careful not to jar her back too much, finding her skin had grown tight from the wounds scabbing over.
 
Kaguya had fallen fast asleep, body exhausted from being pushed so hard, only the sound of her breathing softly filling the room.
 
Kaguya dreamt that she was back at the temple, back to her old life of serving Douma, never having met Hakaku or having endured his wrath. She was happy, never knowing agony or such humiliation that he put her through.
 
Kaguya woke with a start, gasping for air and terrified. She didn’t know where she was, and it took her a moment to remember she had been stolen away from her home, on the road to gods know where.
 
Kaguya felt tears falling from her eyes, figuring she had been crying in her sleep, wiping them away with her dirty hands. She didn’t know if Hakaku was still in the cabin or not, facing the wall with her back to the rest of the cabin, but she didn’t want to look, didn’t want to see him at that moment.
 
Kaguya was startled to hear him speak, glancing behind her toward his voice with a small frown. “I guess I just missed being carried so much it got to me..” She jabbed.
 
“You’d probably go cheap anyway.” Kaguya curled up for warmth, staring at the wall.
 
“Not hard to.” She sniffled. “Men like you are always cheap.” Her back ached, and her skin hurt, pink spread over her face and arms from the long walk in the sun she had endured.
 
“You ask for me to betray my congregation for a palanquin ride?” She asked. “Do I seem that awful of a girl to you?”
 
Wealthy? Kaguya let out a small snort at the comment, she had no such wealth. She owned nothing, no land nor titles. She would inherit nothing and marry no man. She was to serve Douma without compensation until the day she died.
 
Kaguya struggled to sit up, not about to refuse food or water- he only fed her twice a day, and even that wasn’t enough, only a bit of bread or rice. It wasn’t enough to give her any real energy, but at least she wouldn’t die.
 
She was starving, sharp pangs making her stomach growl in protest, but she drank her water in silence, hoping it would fill her stomach enough to ease the discomfort.
 
"Can't have meat in here in fear of attracting animals, so there's really just things that can be dried and kept longer. Fruit and vegetables, from the looks of things." He took out a dried peach and scowled at it, "Doesn't look very appealing.."
 
“If you won’t eat it, I will.” She almost demanded, too hungry to care for food preferences at this point. So long as it wasn’t going to kill her, she’d eat anything.
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top Bottom