I got behind again. Spring break was not break-like. Spent part of it in the emergency room with Mom (she’s fine now) and the rest of it helping her out. The weather in Ohio has been lashing rain and wind, certainly not as dangerous and bad as parts of the country but enough to take out my phone/internet/power at various points.

I’m picking back up with the Sci-fi wip, Behind Blue Eyes. We’ve gotten a good look at Aneirin’s utterly inappropriate and ethically horrifying birthday present.

trigger warning: branding and using people as commodities

“Tell him your name, Toy,” Masozi snapped. “Unless Aneirin plans on just calling you, toy. It’s what I do. It’s not really important you have a name.”

“It’s important to me,” Aneirin didn’t even look back at Masozi. He and Pherick were going to have a long conversation about all of this that Masozi would have no part of. “Please.”

The Mishani eyes softened a bit. “Kaleo.”

“Well, Kaleo, I really don’t know what to do with you.”

“I’m yours.” The young man ruffled the hem of that ridiculous piece of cloth and a different scar on his hip caught Aneirin’s eye. Aneirin brushed the cloth back, revealing the Toy’s cheek.

Aneirin spun around to face his idiot friends, his heart thundered. “They branded him!”

Masozi shrugged even as Pherick’s face paled. “That’s part of the top package so everyone knows who he belongs to.”

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Look at me being almost on time. I’m feeling productive in spite of it being mid-terms already somehow. (Seriously HOW is spring break next week?!?) I’m going to have big news soon too.

But in the mean time have some more of the SF wip Behind Blue Eyes (which is still in desperate need of a real title) Aneirin is still reeling from his birthday gift.

“What am I going to do with you?” Aneirin muttered.

“Anything you wish,” the young man replied, the thick slum accent coating the words. The offer wasn’t reflected in those hard eyes.

“Stand up. I’m Aneirin,” he said, at a loss of what to do next. A living sex toy, how had something like this become so widespread and accepted?

The young man stood slowly. Aneirin saw a scar across his left deltoid. He had only seen scars a handful of times. Healing techniques which prevented them were cheap and widespread. Only the Cronai saw them as badges of honor and scars looked different over their opalescent blue scales.

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