The inside of the old witch's hut was cold as it always tended to be with it's drafty walls and decrepit ceiling. It was especially cold in the room Romulus and his twin shared with their sister, Fauna. Though she openly showed her distaste for both he and Remus, the three of them often slept close together on thin and worn bed rolls on the floor close to an old woodstove in the room. However, Romulus seemed to be the only one in the room, perched in the nest of blankets with his eyes fearful and pleading as he looked up to the doorframe where three silhouettes stood behind a fourth that he knew was his father despite his features being obscured.
"No importa lo quieres. Tu madre lo necesita." His father's voice came from all around the room, echoing until it faded into heavy breathing and chanting that was not his.
Very suddenly, everything became dark, his father and the other shadows disappearing until several hands grabbed at him and dragged him down into the blankets. He wanted to scream as his body was caressed and fondled against his will, but he knew that if he did, if his mother heard it, he would face even more dire consequences. Instead, hot tears ran down his cheeks and his breathing became frantic and wobbly, but still quiet. The invisible hands became attached to bodies, all of which were leaning over him. There was certainly something cold behind their eyes, but that coldness could not mask the pleasure that was there as well.
One of them produced a bottle of something that smelled putrid and used it to anoint his forehead before using the same elixir to draw several sigils over his chest and belly while another held his thighs apart. The third man was walking in a circle around them, chanting in a tongue Romulus couldn't understand whilst holding a ritual blade across his palms. He stopped and held the blade up above Romulus and the other man, finishing whichever incantation he was weaving and then, all at once, everything in him screamed as the knife was plunged into his middle and he was breached. He opened his mouth to wail, punishment be damned, but instead found himself drowning as the man with the rotted elixir forced it down his throat.
Suddenly, still sputtering, still bleeding, and still aching, he could feel himself being dragged deeper and deeper into the blankets until he had been swallowed whole and there was nothing left but his pain. He gasped, spitting out the elixir, clutching his stomach, but nothing came up and there was no wound. As he looked down to assess himself, a slender hand shot out of nowhere and grabbed him by his windpipe, nails digging into his flesh.
"I told you, you are not allowed to scream." His mother's voice hissed.
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It had been a long time since Romulus had had a nightmare, but arguably not long enough.
He woke with a start, finding his hand in his mouth as he bit down to keep himself from screaming. His cheeks were wet with tears and sweat and he was breathing raggedly into his palm. His eyes darted frantically around the room searching for his mother, his father, maybe even his attackers, but all he found was a bunch of secondhand furniture and freshly painted walls. He could feel the warmth of someone behind him, but upon mustering the will to look, he only found Remedy nestled into his back.
He stared at her for a moment, still shaken and breathing trembling, before he got himself up and went to the bedroom window. He wrapped his arms around himself and tried desperately to collect himself as to not wake Remedy, but instead found a sob burbling up against his will. He slapped his hand back to his mouth to try to contain it, but another came, and then another and another.
It had been so long...but not long enough. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
Remedy had a significantly different upbringing compared to the one Romulus had. She didn’t fear either parent, she’d never been physically punished that she could think of let alone heard a raised voice from her mother. When he was due home from a work trip, Remedy would often fall asleep in their living rooms bag window; waiting for Jer to come home. Remedy had never asked for specific details, she didn’t have to. The life Romulus had with his family before wasn’t something Remedy concerned herself with; it was more important to her, the person he is now and the family they would have going forward. So she never pried, or asked questions, or read any Society file pushed her way about him. She already knew the most important parts of Romulus, in his heart.
That’s why for a historically heavy sleeper, Remedy still began to rouse in wake of Romulus’s cries. She hadn’t heard the initial gasp, but her body reacted and motivated her forward when his body left the bed. Her eyes were still closed as she scooted off the bed and moved toward him. Lucidity found her and her eyes began to pry themselves open as she quickly wrapped her arms around Romulus.
“Hey hey, it’s okay. It’s okay.” She tried to quell, resting her face against his shoulder.
Romulus jumped as Remedy wrapped her arms around him and before he could even register that it was Remedy he let out a frantic yelp.
“Please don’t!” He cried, afraid his mother had taken corporeal form from his nightmare or perhaps even his attackers. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“Romulus, it’s me!” Remedy tried again, not relenting or pulling away. She reached for one of his hands and placed it on her cheek, hoping he’d recognize the shape of her face.
“I-I thought it was happening again, I thought it was real.” Romulus hiccuped as he turned his head to press his face into Remedy’s hair. He moved to wrap his arms around her, mirroring her firm embrace as if to further prove he was there with her and not back at the witch hut. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“It’s okay, you’re here with me. You won’t ever be there again.” Remedy continued, she allowed him to nestle his face into her neck. She continued to gently croon and pet him, trying to reassure him of the present.
Romulus stayed like that in Remedy’s embrace and taking her assurances for a good while before finally pulling back so he could dry his face into the shoulder of his shirt.
“I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to wake you up. You have work in the morning. I’m sorry.” He sniffed through his apology, but was speaking much steadier than before. _________________ Butts n' butts n' butts n' butts.
“I can do my job in my sleep, I don’t need much rest for it.” Remedy feigned a smile, dabbing at his face with her shirt as well. “Wanna watch something in the living room? Maybe it’ll help you feel better.” She offered.
Their fixer upper didn’t have much yet in the ways of amenities. But the home did have power, and they had a little binder of random dvds; Snow Dogs, The Hangover and even singular Harry Potter dvd. It was Sorcerer’s Stone, and it was scratched; always skipping at the part that the troll is in the bathroom, causing Hermonie’s scream to get stuck and fragmented through the airwaves.
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