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Posted: Oct 1 2015, 11:46 PM
Lance dragged himself out of bed with a groan, washing his face first thing in his usual ritual. He felt like he'd been trampled by one of his horses and mauled by a cat at the same time. He caught sight of himself in the mirror and flushed a vivid shade of pink- which complimented the purple on the rest of his body quite nicely. He LOOKED like he'd been trampled by a horse and mauled by a cat! His neck, collarbones, chest, shoulders, back, and arms were all absolutely covered with bruises, scratch marks, and older scars- not to mention the deeper cut on the top of his shoulder that was very slowly healing.
He cursed Achilles up and down, swearing to get revenge as soon as he was healed. As he examined his fresh marks a bit closer he noticed there was a very obvious 'x' pattern on his neck. Too obvious. Unnaturally obvious. It could never pass as anything but someone marking their territory, and everyone in the world knew there was only one person who would do that to Lance. Damn that man! Lance had been planning to spend the day out and about, and now he was covered in black, blue, and purple marks. And scratches. And a few slightly less than subtle bite marks. And Achilles's former first initial. So much for a nice day out.
He sighed and took a hot bath, cleaning the scratches and bites and re-wrapping the deep cut on his shoulder before getting dressed. He wore his usual white shirt, but he balanced it out with dark brown pants this time in order to perhaps draw the eye away from the incredibly obvious bruises. He knew it wouldn't work, but he could hope.
He decided he'd spend today with his horses and pray that he looked a bit less terrible tomorrow. He really hoped so because tomorrow he'd be in his armor again and 100 pounds of steel resting on bruises would be very, very un-fun. To get to the stables, though, he had to essentially go through the entire castle and through the castle grounds. Meaning he had to do a rather long 'walk of shame' out of his own room. That was exactly what Achilles had wanted, wasn't it? To mark Lance as his own for everyone to see? It was incredibly embarrassing, though he had to admit it was also just a little thrilling.
He fixed his hair and adjusted his clothes to hide as much of the evidence as he could- though the mark on his neck was a lost cause in that department- and set out into the hall. His walk wasn't so bad. He passed a few cards but they were too busy to take full notice of his bruises. The castle was large, and the chances of running into anyone were relatively slim. He was nearly out when he spotted someone he hadn't thought to worry about running into, but now that he saw her he wanted to be anywhere but there.
He rubbed the bruise on his neck, trying to hide it. He bowed slightly, and tried to walk around her as he spoke.
"Lady Tempest, nice to see you. Lovely morning. So sorry for the rudeness, bit of a rush-"
He wanted to run, but he knew it was too late. He was trapped the moment he turned the corner and spotted her. He knew he couldn't escape now even if he wanted to. She was a cat, and he was an obviously flustered mouse.
Do not bite at the bait of pleasure, till you know there is no hook beneath it.