[ 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]

"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."

[onlyhymns]

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.

[ombranera]

"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.

[onlyhymns]

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.

[ombranera]

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?"

[onlyhymns]

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

[ombranera]

"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."

[onlyhymns]

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.

[ombranera]

"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?"

[onlyhymns]

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.

[ombranera]

"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."

[onlyhymns]

Cade nodded to express his understanding, but shook his head to the salve. Too much touching, too much soothing. He wanted to be reminded for a while.
He nodded again to Zevran's suggestions, and, remembering the apple, took it off the table to bite into it again. After chewing thoughtfully for several moments, he glanced up at Zevran and murmured, "thank you."

[ombranera]

"You are welcome, Cade." What he took away from this was quite different than he might have were the situation different- but that was not the point of this. Cade was reminded, minded, and cared for in a way he could find acceptable.