She was a robot? She was a ROBOT? (mithrigil) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2008-07-03 06:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: mithrigil, f: berserk, july 03, p: farnese/serpico |
Learning, Berserk (Farnese/Serpico)
Title: Learning
Author: Mithrigil
Rating: Light R
Warnings: The pairing.
Word count: 250
Prompt: 7/3 -- Berserk - Farnese/Serpico - branding - The scent of burnt flesh sears his nostrils, and he cannot help himself.
Learning
berserk
Mithrigil Galtirglin
“Tattooing’s forbidden but this isn’t,” she says, considering the fire, the metal poles and rings and rods in it, not beside it where they should be. “It makes no sense.”
“It does to me.” He tries not to let the pillow under his chin and chest muffle his voice. He watches her and the fire until his eyes can’t stand it. “Inking puts something from the outside, in. Scars bubble up from the inside out. God doesn’t want us to be impure, and if burns made us impure then every housewife would be damned.”
“By that same logic, eating makes us impure. Intercourse makes us impure.” She draws the thinnest spike of metal out of the fireplace, shakes the ashes off. He hears it.
“By that same logic, learning makes us impure.” He braces himself on the couch, grits his teeth on the pillow. “God writes exceptions.”
And then she touches the iron to his skin, and there’s no logic to anything. The scent of burnt flesh sears his nostrils and he cannot help himself, Farnese is fire and nature and sister and always has been, and the image of his mother burning sears into his mind even as the rod sears his skin.
He does not know what symbol she carves, between his shoulders. Perhaps he’ll never see it.
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