[ - Tragedy AU - Prison Visit 04 - ]It’s slow going for Aivan to half-carry Draco out of the cell. Fortunately Draco seemed to retain some mobility of his own and did a little walking under Aivan’s guidance. Face set with fierce determination he was making his way across the room to the door before it suddenly swung open.
Apparently hearing the footsteps the jailer pulled the door open just as Aivan approached it.
“Oh, well thank you. I suppose it would have been troublesome to try and open the door while I am supporting Draco-“
The jailer drops to his knees and bows his head while pressing his fists knuckle down on the stone floor, “Forgive me you’re majesty but, I must object to you removing-” he coughs before hurriedly continuing, “taking Sir Vesylia away.”
Aivan narrows his eyes and grips more tightly onto Draco, “I will not leave him here chained and abused! He deserves much better. And make not the mistake of thinking yourself free from punishment!”
[ - Tragedy AU - Prison Visit 03 - ]Draco doesn’t reply or make a move. He just stays slumped boneless in Aivan’s embrace.
The Prince squeezes him tightly, not seeming to notice the chains pressing tightly into both of them. It isn't until he gasps and realizes this might not be helping Draco and pulls back, holding Draco’s shoulders he studies his face more intently.
He’s kept his eyes closed even after the blindfold was removed and Aivan starts to worry something has happened to his eyes. As he’s thinking this the corner of Draco’s mouth twitches. Then he remembers Draco can hear his thoughts, even if he can’t hear Draco’s. He never did learn- wait.
Draco frowns a little at the thought. He tries shaking his head.
Aivan’s firm determination was set clearly on his face as he reached up and held his Knight’s head between his hands. Draco gasped and swallowed before whispering, “Your Majesty-“
Aivan tilted Draco’s head a littl
[ - Tragedy AU - Prison Visit 02 - ]Draco makes a strange sounding sort of sigh and the chains rattle again while he exhales and shifts slightly.
Speaking directly into his mind rather than using words Draco’s thoughts flow smoothly to the prince, ‘Just seeing you exert your authority with such righteous anger… I feel nostalgic.’
Aivan opens his eyes and his head snaps up, frowning he starts, “Nostalgic?! And why do you-“
But he stops, freezes, eyes widening as he holds his breath and takes in the state Draco is in.
His knight has had his hooded cloak and any royal ornaments to suggest his station removed, his tunic and trousers underneath are stained and torn in a few places. He’s missing his gloves and his boots. Instead he has metal shackles clamped tightly to his ankles and wrists. His skin seems to have gotten raw underneath and there are a few blood stains trickling down from the metal. The shackles have chains attached to the wall for his wrists and the floor for his ankl
[ - Tragedy AU - Prison Visit 01 - ]A/N: not sure how long this story will end up being. I have most if it all planned out already. Also not sure how often it will be updated... originally this was posted on tumblr but I decided to post it here too. Since it ended up becoming a full fledged AU. I also have no goals in length for these parts. So word count will probably vary a lot.
His own footfalls echo through the hall and he hastens to flip his cloak over his shoulders before squaring them and straightening his back. So much had to be done, there was no choice, but he still wished Draco could have been there with him.
Not sitting chained in the underground dungeons as he was.
Clenching his fists, making the leather squeak, he turns the corner sharply and the guards standing at the door seem uneasy and exchange glances but also hurriedly kneel and bow their heads, “Y-Your Highness! We had not been told of your arrival!”
“No, you would not have been. I told no one of my i