[ CLOSED ] I'm in here, can anybody see me?

[ombranera]

WHO: Cade, Nerva, Zevran
WHAT: Discussing some delicate details
WHEN: After Zevran Returns from Antiva
WHERE: Cade's Room
NOTES: Self flagellation, flogging as therapy (kind of), vaguely BDSM lifestyle related setup.

Nerva's idea, truly, to meet Cade in his room. To discuss this where he would either feel his most safe or his most Vulnerable- Zevran honestly could not say. He kept to the shadows out of habit and followed along behind her as she made her way to the door, as she knocked and was given leave to enter by the Tranquil that tended Cade night and day.

Zevran slipped in afterward, standing off to the side, silent and unobtrusive.

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[ombranera]

When further probing showed no sign of potential blood clots Zevran stepped back, hands dropping to his side. A moment of consideration more of their options, tonight, tomorrow- before he put the choice to Cade. Simple choices where there was no opportunity for failure- those seemed to work best for him. "I will give you a choice. We can do this tonight, or tomorrow morning."

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When Zevran stepped back, Cade slipped his shirt back on and turned around, his bearing timid but comprehending. He looked down at his feet, either considering or just avoiding giving an answer, then took a deep breath. "Tonight."
It was already evening. Might as well get it over with, since he'd never be able to sleep if they waited.

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"As you wish. Meet me in the same room as before in a quarter of an hour." Less time than before- less time for Cade to wind himself up and less time for interruptions. Most of what he needed was still packed up in a bag- the chairs still stashed up there.

As best he could tell? No one disturbed the set up.

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Cade gave another solemn nod, and that was that.

When he arrived at the empty tower fifteen minutes later, he felt oddly light of spirit, despite what he knew was coming. This was the first time in months he'd been allowed to walk alone, and the freedom of something so simple, so easily taken for granted, was exhilarating. He gave a quiet knock when he arrived at the door, and glanced around the nearby battlements and below to make sure no one was paying attention. From what he could tell, they weren't.

[ombranera]

Just like the time before- the room was warmed by coals in a brazier in the far corner, the same chairs, the same layout of whips, floggers, cats, paddles, and crops. Like before Zevran was sitting and waiting, calling for Cade to enter upon his knocking.

"Do you remember the rules we established last time?"

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Cade entered, carefully closed the door behind himself, and moved to sit in the chair across from Zevran. He folded his hands in his lap and nodded as he looked down at them, the pleasant feeling he'd had a moment ago beginning to dwindle back into nervousness.

Under the assumption that he would be expected to say them aloud, Cade cleared his throat and recited, "I'll say 'stop' if it's too much. And I have to take a potion at the end." The salve was an option too, but he was wary of that level of closeness, even if the reason was ostensibly medicinal.

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"Very good." Zevran smiled, letting warmth color his voice. Good that he remembered, good that he was willing to not only recall this but to let it become a part of a new ritual for both of them. That was as important as the space they made for one another and the penance.

"You have your choice for what we use tonight." All leather or polished wood, well broken in and laid out in a neat row.

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The tiniest hint of a smile crept onto Cade's lips-- it was nice, unexpectedly so, being affirmed in this way. He looked pensive again as he glanced over the implements, fidgeted, and cast his eyes back to Zevran.
"...you should choose," he said quietly, "it was you I wronged."

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"As you like." He stood, walking to the side table and peering at what was available to them. The cat worked well before- but he'd expressed some surprise and interest in the flogger. If they were to do this to his liking? That would be his choice. He set the cat and all else aside, choosing instead that same flogger he offered Cade first the night before.

"Against the wall, as before." It worked well enough last time, took Cade somewhere he needed to go.

[onlyhymns]

Cade watched him closely and with trepidation, but made no comment or move to protest. He'd given up the choice, and he was comfortable with that.
When instructed to do so, he rose to his feet, carefully removed his shirt as he had before (he hadn't worn a doublet this time, too much hassle), and folded it onto the seat of the chair. Arms folded over his middle, he crossed to the wall, put his hands on it, and waited.
He found that he was shivering again, as he had the first time. This was easier to think about than it was to do, and now that he was here he couldn't help being a little afraid.

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"As before, we will start with five, then I shall check in- as this is a different kind of pain. If you wish this to stop?" Rituals, routines- these things were important. He wasn't certain if he'd get to build this up properly a second time. As before he gave a few experimental swings to familiarize himself with the weight and heft of the flogger, warming himself up for the first blow. It came hard, thudding across Cade's upper back.

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"I'll say stop," Cade repeated shakily, flinching once again at the sound of the thing sweeping through the air. He gave a start when it struck him, but as promised, it was a different kind of pain. It hurt, but not as immediately or as pointedly as the cat had.
Of course, he only had as long as it took for the second strike to land to consider this, and though he flinched again, he gritted his teeth and endured it without a sound.

[ombranera]

Five strikes, alternating on either side to raise welts in a diagonal. The flat strips of leather thud through rather than sting and cut like the cat might, offering a different, lasting kind of bruising. After the fifth blow he swung to a stop and fought his instinct to rest a hand against Cade's arm or shoulder to test him- he had to go by sight and sound.

One day that might change, but today was not that day.

"Cade?"

[onlyhymns]

It was like the breath was knocked out of him with each strike, and Cade was already breathing more raggedly, trying to find a rhythm to it. He nodded wordlessly to Zevran's check-in, indicating that he'd be all right. He wasn't sure he liked it, but he also wasn't supposed to like it, so it figured in just fine.

[ombranera]

"Tonight we'll start with twenty and go from there." Zevran gave Cade a little longer to breathe, to find his pace amid this new pain before he resumed. Regular, alternating strokes across one side then the other, drawing up wide bands of red along his shoulders and upper back with each blow.

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Whereas the stinging and burning of the cat had kept Cade alert and almost hypersensitive, several more blows of the flogger and he was beginning to feel disoriented. He had been flinching and hissing through his teeth with each strike, but it turned into gasps as Zevran continued. It was like being shoved, over and over again. Or bashed with a shield from behind.
By one of his own men. While several others, mad with red lyrium, watched him go down. They'd jeered, relished in the brutalizing of their commanding officer, who had made the mistake of trying to rein them in. They left him beaten in the tall grass, armor dented, breathless, almost more humiliated than injured.
He had killed them. At least the ones who the apostates didn't get to first. He had no memory of what happened, only that it had.
He was standing in the Hinterlands, covered in blood and viscera, being bludgeoned over and over by an unseen source, taking it because he was smaller and couldn't overpower it.

It had only taken several seconds for him to become almost completely unresponsive, shifting from gasps of pain to just... nothing, at least beyond the hitching of breath that came naturally from the force to his back. He was gone, but not where Zevran had wanted him to go.

[ombranera]

An unpleasant side effect of experimentation: On occasion? The results are not what you expect. Zevran had thought taking the sting out of it would help Cade down into that safe, floating space quicker, easier- that was the way for most that learned to drift under the lash. But the way he went tense and abruptly locked down? Not even on strike eighteen and he stopped entirely.

That was a response he knew. That was what he did when he went somewhere else to not endure. Punishment this might be, but Cade was not the only one that could use the word to stop. With the insistence that he not actually touch Cade- all he had was his voice.

Low, gentle, coaxing- he spoke. "Cade? Where are you right now?"

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The bashing stopped, and there was a voice, and Cade sank to his knees with his hands over his face. "I couldn't stop them," he brokenly moaned, hunching over, mindless of his aching back. They'd only respected him when the Knight-Captain was still alive. When he'd had to take charge, all hell broke loose. It was his fault.

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"Could not stop who?" Zevran knelt as Cade knelt, setting the flogger over his shoulder to hang. This had not been the intention but- this was a learning experience. Certain things put him in a poor place as well. Cade seemed to have more threads that when pulled would tip him somewhere unpleasant. He could ignore the tangle...or attempt to unknot them.

He was ill prepared for the latter but he could not leave it like this.

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Perhaps it wasn't that he had more, but that he simply had left them so unaddressed for so long. In his universe, things were ignored until they went away. Or until you died. Either would have been fine, but here they were.

"My men," he hesitantly answered, his fingers tightening their grip over his face, digging into his hairline and temples. He took a deep, shuddering breath and sighed it out, at least distantly comforted by the fact that someone was speaking to him.
At the time, it had been Alayre. The Knight-Commander had dismounted, given Cade water, helped him deal with the rest, then sent him back to Skyhold to meet his destiny there. But this didn't sound like Alayre, and it began to occur to Cade that perhaps he was not, in fact, in the Hinterlands.

He slowly lowered his hands to gaze ahead at the wall, blinking rapidly, finding his presence again in the dark stonework.

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"Cade." Gently- as gentle as he could possibly manage, he reached out to set a hand in his field of vision on the wall rather than on his arm or his shoulder. The flogger was out- obviously. Much as there was no way of knowing how pain would twist the main from session to session? This was a decidedly poor reaction.

"Where are you? Who are you with?"

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The wall was helping. It was nothing, and it also wasn't Redcliffe, which meant he was somewhere else. The floor was cold, and hard, and his back hurt. It burned, not in a way that felt bludgeoned.
He looked down at his own knees, pensive, then slowly raised his eyes to see Zevran's hand. He followed it back to the man's face, and it took him several moments to recognize who he was looking at.

"...I'm sorry," he said, still a bit disoriented, but aware enough to know something had gone awry. He gave a cursory glance over Zevran's body, his brow knitting with sudden worry. "...did I hurt you?"

[ombranera]

"No." He kept is voice gentle, kept it light and kind as he leaned away enough to drag the waterskin close. This he offered to Cade, waiting for a more thorough sign of recognition. "You did not. You went quiet- somewhere else. Apparently somewhere unpleasant. I know you have asked me to not but- may I touch you? Just your hand."

That and that alone, something decidedly nonsexual, decidedly not aggressive to ground him.

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Cade was unusually docile, but in this he became a bit more open. He carefully took the waterskin, drank from it, then rested it back down, giving a small and timid nod to Zevran's request.

"I didn't mean to," he said quietly, apologetically. This wasn't the usual self-loathing, in which he'd immediately start pummeling himself; he was just still trying to get past feeling like he was in trouble.

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He took Cade's hand gently, squeezing his fingers to help bring him back. Something not of then- of wherever he'd been or of what the man that hurt him did. Something that belonged only to the here and now. "These things do not always go the way we think they will. We are still learning about one another and how you react to this. You have done nothing wrong."

The only thing he might consider is that Cade did not bid him to stop when it became different and wrong- but he'd caught it. Somehow bringing that up now would not go over well.