Toby kept Crix in a wonderful mood. When Toby was around him and it was just them, all alone in their little world of one another, Crix felt innocent again as if he were still a teenager and the last 10 years of his life were all a bad dream. Of course people always came along to spoil things and then crix had to hide his last shred of innocence away and become a monster again.
Still Thinking on those breif moments brought a smile to Toby. Yes one day when they could stop fighting they would marry.
Toby had smiled a little at the relation that the cat had no name
"Everyone needs a name
" He scribbled as best he could beaming as he turned it around. He liked the sound of the Gwaii cat already, Toby liked pets and animals, holding a soft spot for horses. Of course he'd love the cat too, he was sure Crix wouldn't mind.
Soon ofcourse it came time to recount his Gorey story. Toby gave a somber nod to [member="Lady Kay"] as she assured him she was unfazed by gore having seen plenty. Toby had lived plenty and it fazed him deeply. However the story of his first night with crix was stomachable since he got to Top and tail it with all the nice things Crix had done. Chewing his tongue in concentration Toby began to write. He stopped however as Crix returned , putting the datapad down beside his quickly.
Crix had enveloped Toby in a hug from behind
"See I'm back now Darlin' , are you ok?" He asked eliciting a nod from T, Then he reached over to pick up the data pad, humming at what Toby had written
"It'll be easier if I just tell Kay the story, is that ok sweetheart?" another nod. Crix would have let Toby tell it from his side but no doubt such a feat was beyond Toby's limited literary capacity , further Crix wished to hear nothing of how his poor boy had suffered ... he'd seen the state Toby was in at the end and that was horrific enough.
Crix sat on the sofa and Toby lay his head on Crix's shoulder. As Crix spoke he fiddled with strands of Toby's hair
"The first time I truly met Toby was shortly after my 18th Birthday, My father was showing me the plantation when a young slave boy bumped into me and split what he was carrying over me, I believe it was porridge " He had chuckled as he was caught in the moment at how foolish he must have looked , only to stop abruptly at the realisation that followed
"My father first demanded I beat the boy bloody and then when I refused he forced me to watch as he did it himself ... only he killed the boy, then he beat me" Crix had felt so embarrassed and violently ill in that moment. He still felt guilty even now and the boy's dead body regularly joined Toby's in his nightmares.
"Distraught I locked myself in the conservatory, it was my sanctuary and that was when I saw Toby, working at the forge. Now father had been sending me 'night companions' for two years at that point and I felt it was time I picked my own ... so I picked Toby"
Crix sometimes thought on whether Toby would have been better off if Crix had not picked him.
"We played games and I did my best to pamper him, rubbing his tired hands and poor aching feet" Crix moving his hand to rub gently on Toby's toes until his dear boy smiled, they were getting to the hard part and Toby needed a little relaxation, Toby murmured a little as Crix found a sore patch, crix smiled softly as gave the spot a series of deeper presses to force the ache out
"when he was brought from the forge and making sure he was well fed. It was all very childish never going beyond a kiss and a few soothing touches. Harmless adolescent romance nothing sinister. Only someone told my father" It had been Nima his favourite servant at the time , she had been a mother figure to him which had made the sting all the more painful
"He didn't see it as harmless so he took my T away, sedated me and tortured Toby" Crix had to regain his composure as his voice wavered, he coughed and steeled over again
"I dare not ask what Toby suffered but I do know that at one point my father spent a day forcing him to choose between laying affection on me in my drugged state and suffering pain himself or watching me suffer pain. He didn't once choose for me to suffer" Crix smiled at that point, he was so proud of Toby.
"When I awoke from the drugs I decided that if I didn't want to suffer anymore I had to stop trying to be Innocent and admired by people, I had to be more like my father ... If I wanted to keep Toby safe I had to be feared like my father" He stopped at that point and his hand returned to Toby's hip "T we need to go soon, put your shoes on beautiful" Toby nodded and left the room. Crix didn't want Toby to hear of everything he'd done in his vengeance.
"I started with a guard who Toby told me used to Torment the horses and beat him with his gun butt, he was drawn and quartered in the barracks courtyard, Then since my father had taken my Toby I took his favorite whore and murdered her" He spared talk of the gory details of said murder and also left out how he'd tricked his father into eating a flank of meat cut from the corpse
"I had intended to make some point, it made me feel sick but I suppose I was showing him I'd learnt his lesson only it gave him a heart attack, he's never recovered" Crix regretted how things had turned out.
"That meant I was in charge and after four days of Torture I managed to free Toby, he was such a mess there was nowhere that had been untouched by pain" The image of a broken blooded Toby bound up on the rack would haunt Crix forever .
"I took him back up to my bedroom stayed at his bedside for weeks, I nursed and soothed him as best I could and we fell in love, he wouldn't say a word to me but somehow he didn't need too" Crix just seemed to know what Toby wanted.
Crix stared blankly for a few moments after he'd finished his ghoulish tale then he'd snapped back to reality.
"Come my lady, less talk of my past torments , our transport to the mines has arrived we can talk more on the way" Hopefully his tale demonstrated the lengths he'd go to when he was avenging his Toby.