Work, work, work. That seemed to be all there was to do around here anymore. Troye tried his best not to be a disappointment, but it was difficult when he wasn't capable of doing much. He wasn't strong like his father and his brother. He was more suited to the kitchen with his mother, or so he was constantly told. He should be wearing a dress and sewing things up for all the good he did in the fields. It made him feel like he was less than the rest of his family. That his parents didn't love him as much as his brother because he couldn't do the hard labor as well. And because of that he didn't try as hard. What was the point?
"Hey there lil brother." Lucas had joined him in the barn where Troye was grooming his horse, just trying to get a little peace and quiet. It didn't seem like that was going to happen at all, though. A soft sigh left his lips as the other boy came closer to him. "Pa told me to come and find ya. Wants ya to go help with supper. Ma's havin' trouble with the pain again." Lucas leaned against the stall that Troye was standing in, a smirk on his lips. It had to be so much fun for him to be the favorite.
"Alright, I'll be there in a second." Troye ran his brush one last time through Gracie's mane and then touched her gently on the nose. The horse was his only true friend, the one thing that understood him enough to not make fun of him. He didn't want to leave her to do anything that he could fail at, but he had no choice. Stepping out of the stall, he noticed that Lucas was still standing there. "Didn't you hear me? I said I'm comin'." Troye furrowed his brow slightly, watching as his older brother smirked at him with such a confidence. One that unsettled his stomach.
"I heard ya." Lucas stood up from where he was leaning on the wall and stepped up to block the smaller boy's path. They had matching green eyes but that was about the only thing that looked the same about them. "Ya know, I never noticed how pretty you are, Troye. You look very... soft." A calloused hand rose and brushed along Troye's jaw, and the younger of the two took a step back to find his back against a wall.
"I gotta get to the house or pa will beat me again." Troye said quickly, looking up at his brother and then attempting to step around him. An arm blocked his path as Lucas placed his hand against the wall, and then did the same on the other side, keeping his brother in place.
"I'll just tell 'im I found ya out here havin' a roll in the hay with a boy from town and had to teach ya a lesson before lettin' ya go." The way that Lucas looked at him was intimidating and Troye swallowed hard.
"That'll only make him worse. Please, Lucas, just let me go in..." Lips covered his in a desperate kiss, hard enough to make him hit his head on the wall, and he closed his eyes tightly. With all the strength he could muster he put his hands on his brother's chest and shoved him back. Thank goodness he was small, it allowed him to slip away, and he started running as hard as he could. Not toward the house, not toward anything, he just started running.
"I hope you die out there!" He heard from behind him. "You better never show your face round here again ya fuckin' whore!" Troye could feel tears threatening to come to him, but he pushed them away as he ran. There was no going back. Lucas would make something up to make him look bad, say that he came onto him instead of it being the other way around. He wouldn't be welcome back again, not so long as his father and brother were still alive.
Pain radiated from behind his eyes as the darkness began to fade just slowly. He couldn't remember much, his brother, the plains, needing water, passing out. When he woke up he thought he was in the same place, but he wasn't. It wasn't as hot, and the sand beneath him was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. A soft groan left his lips before he began to cough, his throat still dry. It took a minute for him to even realize he wasn't alone, but when he caught sight of the other boy, he felt his heart clench and he sat up, looking at him wearily.
This boy looked strange, misplaced. He didn't appear to be from where Troye was from in some way. His clothing was wrong, his hair was wrong. He was different. "Who are you?" Troye said, his voice a bit scratchy since his throat was so raw. He touched it gently, trying to swallow some of his saliva to make it better. He let his green eyes roam around them, trying to figure out where he was. "How did I get here?" Of course the other boy had no idea either. He looked just as clueless. Reaching up, Troye brushed sand from his dark hair. This didn't make any sense, not in the slightest.
Life was different aboard a pirate ship, and maybe Kaiser got a little sea sick at first. He'd never been to sea before, it was difficult to get used to at first. However, he wouldn't take back his decision to accompany the captain on his journey across the seas. Staying put would mean living a life he no longer wished to live. He would more than likely be killed before his time of starvation or by the hands of an unpleasant client. No, this was much more preferable. This was the life he needed. And as a cabin boy he didn't have any hard work to do. He just made sure everyone was happy, and wasn't that pretty much his job before hand?
The crew looked at the newly established cabin boy like a treat, and Kaiser did the same with some of them. However, it was told to them all by the captain that none of them were to touch him for any reason without his permission. The life he lead was left behind and he no longer had to sleep around to survive. That didn't really stop him from bedding a few of the more tempting crew members, though. The chef with his beautiful dark skin and exotic accent. The surgeon who was sinfully good with his hands. The youngest member next to him who was so terribly inexperienced that Kaiser couldn't help but teach him a few things. And of course, the captain.
This was where he found himself on this night. In the bed of the most powerful man on the ship, curled up at his side. He could hear the man's heart beating beneath his ear as he rested against his chest, fingertips running gently through the fine hairs on his skin. Clint was the finest man he had ever met in his life, and it made him happy to be here with him. The captain had expressed the same many times. Most nights Kaiser would fall asleep with him, Clint kept him warm at night and soothed his sickness when the sea became too harsh. No matter who else he was with, Kaiser would always find his way back here to the one man that he could have actually developed feelings for. The first person to capture his heart.
If only he hadn't fallen asleep that night.
It took a minute for Kaiser to realize that when he woke up he was no longer curled against the side of the captain that had rescued him from his mundane life. He was lying in grass on solid ground, a place he never wished to be again if he could help it. He was making his home on the sea, but that was over far before it even began. His eyes blinked open to see a dense forest around him, a place he'd never been before. There weren't many forests where he came from. He was still lying in the same position as he was before, as if he were still lying against Clint's chest, pressed to his side. However there was no other man there with him, to the best of his knowledge.
Kaiser was only wearing his pants, having fallen asleep shirtless for more comfort. His hair was still messed up from his night in the captain's quarters. Slowly he pushed himself from his stomach and got to his knees, rubbing at one of his eyes. It felt odd not to have the rocking of a ship beneath him for the first time in a while. He looked around, unsure of what was going on, and his eyes finally came to rest on the company he had been afforded. With one look at him, he lifted an eyebrow.
"Is this some kind of joke?" Kaiser said, his accent portraying him easily as a member of the lower class. "What are you supposed to be?" He'd never actually seen someone dressed like a cowboy before, and it was a little amusing to him. Still, he shook his head. This wasn't the time or the place. Speaking of... "Where are we? I was on a ship a few hours ago... I should still be there, there wasn't a port for hundreds of miles." His spirits began to fall. What had happened? After everything he wouldn't have just been abandoned, would he? Sent back to dry land to live his life alone again? Was it all just a dream? Or was this a dream? It was too difficult to tell.
The party was extravagant and people of high blood lines had come from miles around to attend. It was the event of the year, after all, something that shouldn't be missed. Cezar Ferara, heir to the Ferara fortune, was turning twenty-two and as always, was having the most amazing birthday party thrown for him. It turned out, however, that the heir could not care less about the party or the people who attended. Rich, stuffy people and their sons and daughters, all who wished to dance with him and try to persuade him into some kind of legal binding marriage so that they could share in his fortune. It was so tiring to him. He hated it, and that was why he had stolen away after the main introductions of all the lords and ladies. Hopefully no one would discover he had gone.
In a tavern in the town below his home, Cezar looked at a couple of cards in his hand, a cigarette perched between his pale lips. He glanced up at the men around the table and smirked softly. "I call." The heir pushed his chips forward and waited for them to make a move. He was always so sure of himself, so confident. It would be hard to tell if he was bluffing or not. It turned out that he wasn't, but the others didn't know. So when they all pushed their money to the middle of the wooden table they were unhappy to find out that the heir possessed a better hand than any of them. A laugh left his lips as he collected his winnings. "Sorry boys, those are the breaks, I'm afraid." His accent was so very posh, he tried to tone it done somewhat, but sometimes he didn't even think about it.
"However, just to show you how much of a good sport I am, the next rounds on me. In fact, I'll buy everyone in this place the next round." He snapped his fingers and the bartender began to pass around the drinks to the cheers of all the other men. A few patted the boy on the back, thanking him for the free drinks. Some ruffled his platinum blonde hair. He simply laughed and dismissed their gratitude. It was the least he could do, really. However, he wasn't going to waste the opportunity when it arose. The son of a builder in the town, a boy he knew well, pulled him to the side as the other men began to sing a tavern song, and they occupied the back corner where they spoke in whispers and flirted with one another.
"Pretty, rich thing like you really should be at that party." Bernard said, playing with the feathers on Cezar's clothing. He tried to tone down what he wore, but he didn't really own anything that wasn't magnificent and made him look like the heir that he was.
"But I'd much rather be here with you." Cezar whispered, a smile forming on his pale lips. Bernard placed a kiss against that smile, one that the heir returned happily, his hands latching behind the other boy's neck. They kissed each other breathless, to the point that Cezar's soft lips were swollen from the constant pressure, but it was not to last. A hand came down on Bernard's shoulder and pulled him away, leaving Cezar to sigh heavily at the sight of his personal guard. "Did father send you after me?" He asked, brushing his tousled blonde hair back into place.
"Do ya honestly think if your father knew you was gone I'd still have my head?" The man asked him, taking him by the arm and pulling him from the corner of the tavern. "I don't know what gets into you, sir. You're gonna get me killed or fired one of these days." The guard knew by now that he couldn't treat Cezar with child gloves. He had to enforce the rules on him heavily, lest he get away like he had tonight.
"Honestly, Lucian. You really must lighten up." Cezar laughed and turned back, blowing a kiss to Bernard as he was pulled from the tavern. At least he'd had a little fun while he could. Now he would be forced to return to the boring birthday party where he would more than likely drink himself into a stupor on the finest wine just to get through it all.
When Cezar awoke his head was pounding, perhaps from the amount of wine he had. He was so hungover, but that wasn't the only reason his head was hurting. It wasn't until he actually sat up that he realized he wasn't in his own bed, but lying in the grass, and he brushed his fingers through it slowly. His brow furrowed slightly. "Bloody hell... how drunk was I?" He smirked, wondering what kind of mischief he had gotten into. But this wasn't his doing, this was something entirely different. He didn't recognize where he was. And he distinctly remembered falling asleep in his bed last night. He knew that he did. He was still wearing his clothing from the night before. Feathers and all.
Looking over at the sound of movement, Cezar caught sight of a long haired male, and he looked like a pirate. That was funny, there were no pirates around where he lived... Perhaps that should have been troubling to him. "You alright?" He asked, not entirely sure who this guy was, but he looked just as disoriented as Cezar was. "Wouldn't happen to know where we are, would you?" He smirked and looked around again, slowly getting to his feet. This was strange, but he liked the uncertainty of it. This was his idea of fun.