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

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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Idly, for there was no way for the gesture to be but idle, Zevran rubbed his thumb back and forth across Cade's knuckles. Something stable and soothing- as much for himself as it was for Cade. He did not enjoy knowing he'd put someone back into such a place. He hated it when he slipped himself from now to then, whenever or whatever then might have been.

At least he'd been attentive enough to stop before more damage was done.

"That would explain it. We shall avoid the flogger from now on, yes? You got more out of the cat." He stopped himself from saying 'enjoyed' as that had been a large point of contention in the past. Better not to dig into that particular argument. "They would take the lash to us often, in the Crows. Both for training and in the bedroom. It took months for me to stop associating it with them, to learn to like the sting. The first time surprised me as well, when I went somewhere that should have been good or at least useful to that memory."

Cade's hand tensed under the movement, but he was determined not to be a bigger mess. It was just a hand, he told himself, even if his entire awareness seemed to center on that one point of stimulation.

He blinked a few times and shook himself out of it. "Um," he replied, "yes. All right." Remembering the apple, he took another bite of it and chewed thoughtfully. He was going through an odd mix of emotions, between feeling slightly reassured and enduring the tension he could still feel in himself, coming down from the flashback, and quieting the animalistic terror it had woken in him. But he was here, on the ground, in a tower. With an apple. And a man stroking his hand.

"..should I, um..." he began, and motioned awkwardly toward the wall. He'd interrupted with his dramatics, but that didn't mean they were done. At least as far as he knew.

Little things. Baby steps. Little by little discussing what he'd endured- little by little becoming accustomed to touch that was nonsexual and nonthreatening. It seemed to be working.

"Do you wish to?" Punishment is punishment, penance is penance, but he's been pushed into something he did not want, something they did not agree on. But should Cade truly be up for another round? He would get the cat, see what happened.

It worked better, last time. For both of them.

Without confirmation or a request to release it- Zevran continues to hold Cade's hand, his grip loosening somewhat. More than enough for Cade to let go if he so wished.

Cade took stock of the current state of his back, and, with a twinge of actual hesitation creeping through his usual hateful masochism, he determined that he could deal with more. Nothing had been... resolved, after all-- he had messed it up before the ritual could be concluded. He was still on the hook.
When Zevran loosened his grip, Cade took it as a cue to withdraw his hand, which he then used to support himself as he got up off the floor. He took one more bite of the apple before he carefully set it on the table with the implements, brushed his hands off, and went back into position against the wall.
He was still chewing as he stared at it, waiting, but with more determination than nervousness. He had to do it, and he had to do it right, or he was just as cowardly and worthless as everyone thought. ...or at least he did.

"...You truly are remarkable, you know that?" That he was determined to continue on despite the jarring moment? Despite being shaken? Zevran allowed real pride to seep into his voice- some genuine appreciation for Cade. It seemed to do him some good to hear such things and Zevran? Was pleased to survive.

"We were on eighteen. Would you like to continue from there with the cat, or start fresh?" If he started fresh Zevran would wish to offer him some of an elfroot potion, give him a cleaner slate to mark up.

Zevran's tone took him by surprise, and he looked back at the elf to find that it wasn't a joke. This elicited a rare, small but sincere smile from Cade, and he faced forward again, committed to proving Zevran right.

"...um.. the first one," he decided. Despite his bravado, even he knew it was probably best to avoid the thing that had made him feel like he was dying.

"Then you owe me two strikes more, four sips of elfroot, and a meeting in the morning to check your back." That was all he was obligated to endure. Zevran levered himself to his feet and set the flogger aside, taking up instead the cat.

"If you wish this to stop?" Starting fresh without quite starting fresh.

Cade was almost disappointed by the number, but he decided instead to focus on doing everything else right. "I'll say stop," he dutifully responded, feeling a twinge of guilt for having not been able to earlier.
But he was going to do it right this time. No mistakes. He had to be remarkable.

"And if you want more, after the two? What do you say?" Because that will always be an option if he wished it. Zevran rolled out his shoulder, swinging his cat through the air with a confident hiss. Adjusting to the new weight, the new flick.

Cade actually couldn't recall having agreed on anything specific, but he did remember what he'd said the last time. "..more?" he guessed.

"Very good. Two, and then I check in. Are you ready?" As soon as Cade said as such or gave sign, he swung. A sharp crack on each shoulder, that stinging blow from days ago. Two blows, as promised- and he checked in.

"Cade?"

On an already sore back, the new strikes were like being slashed with knives. He jumped in surprise with an undignified yelp, then settled back again, blushing. Well... once again, he was reminded that he wasn't quite as tough as he imagined.
He nodded anyway, exhaling before murmuring, "more." There was an awful burning on his shoulders, but he would endure it.

"As you wish." He would not second guess Cade in this- another five lashes across his shoulders- though not quite with as much force as he had the last time he'd done this- or as much as he'd used with the flogger. It'd bruised him, left him oversensitive. He did not need to lean into each crack of the Cat to give him what he wanted.

Cade bit his lip and balled his hands into fists against the wall, straining to keep himself from writhing. This was actually quite a bit worse than what it had been with the flogger, but at least this was its own kind of pain, not reminiscent of being struck by another person. Not a pain that would send him to that place again.
It still hurt like Maferath's balls, and by the time the five strokes were completed, Cade was in tears and trying to hold himself together.

"Deep breaths, Cade." The next swing and hiss of the Cat's tails ended not with a blow upon his back but flicking over Zevran's shoulder. Not stopping, not yet- but offering the man a break. "You are doing well."

Obediently, Cade drew in and sighed out a shuddering breath, taking a moment to wipe his face with his forearm and re-brace himself against the wall. He could do it, he was doing well. Zevran said so, and he wouldn't let him down.

"Just like that." Again that warmth, again that approval thick in his voice as he swung the Cat free and readied himself for another five blows. Half force, working relatively light and easy across Cade's shoulders and upper back.

Cade took another, similar breath, but lost it into a whimper or two as the strokes rained down again. It really stung, and his eyes were streaming, and he wasn't going back to that nice place, but he kept it firmly in mind that this was the point. And it was working-- as far as he was concerned, there would never be a missed appointment again.

Five swings, and he flicked the cat back over his own shoulder, eyes narrowed at the welts. This wasn't the unyielding rain of blows as he'd been made quite aware one of them had to be mindful- and it likely would not be Cade. "Breathe. Do you think you can take five more for me?"

Sniveling quietly, Cade took another deep breath as instructed, and nodded. If it meant someone would be happy with him, he would do anything.

"Five more, then you come away from the wall, and this is done." They were quick, at least. A sharp crack of the Cat over already bruised and welted shoulders, sharp and stinging- Zevran even counted them off in a steady, warm voice. Upon the count of five he flicked the cat over his own shoulder and stepped back to give Cade room to move to his chair. "Come, sit I will fetch the elfroot. You did very well, Cade. I'm proud."

Another few small, pitiful whines escaped Cade with the final strokes, and then it was over. He lingered for a moment, not wanting to turn back around in this state-- he wiped his eyes with his forearm again, and then slowly did so, shuffling over to the chair and sitting down with an exhausted sigh. He had felt every single strike of the cat with pinpoint accuracy, and although Zevran's reassurance kept him present and attentive, he felt unusually vulnerable and open. A lot had just happened in the last half hour or so, and he wasn't sure where to land. It could go either way.

"Here-" The elfroot he offered off the bat this time as there was no comfortable drifting to be enjoyed- though he murmured the same praise in Common and Antivan all the while. That Cade did well, that he held up nicely, that he's done just as he was asked, that Zevran was proud. What more could he offer than that? Little by little they were learning more of one another in this- normally Zevran would rather have the mark figured out entirely before tripping into such things but this was what they had to work with. "How are you feeling?"

This time, Cade didn't push him. He took a sip from the vial, then several more: exactly as many as he'd been instructed, his hands shaking. He then rested his elbows on his knees, hands cupped around his mouth, and took a deep breath as the potion began to work.
"...all right," he said, offering a weak smirk, "...um. It hurts." He shuddered as some of the pain ebbed away, though the constant burn of it remained.

The reassurance made him feel a bit better, despite the pain-- it was over now, he had taken it well. As long as he could believe that the practice had cleansed him, even temporarily, he would be able to put his worries to rest for a while.

"Give the potion a moment to do it's work and let me know if you want the salve." Zevran himself sat in his chair after setting the cat aside, taking a few pulls from the waterskin. Whipping was hard work, after all. But hard work that was worthwhile if only for the peace that seemed to sink into Cade afterward.

The matter was shut. No more meetings would be missed.

"You will likely still be bruised tomorrow, differently than you were last time. As such I recommend you take it easy and perhaps sleep on your side tonight to spare yourself soreness you are unaccustomed to."

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