Thread: As If The World Didn't Have Enough Freaks

Home of BAB's wandering mind, or rather, just parts of it as they tend to go missing now and then. Let the randomness commence. ---------------- The leash. Hanul couldn't explain why he kept it. He didn't know why he hadn't just left it for Kyu to do whatever he wanted with it, why he hadn't destroyed it to vent some frustration, or why he hadn't just simply thrown it away . It wasn't like he hadn't tried though, to get rid of it. After wrenching it out of Kyu's grasp, severing a part of their tie - their trust - with it, he should have just discarded the thing that was a symbol of everything he no longer was. But, when he'd stood in the kitchen, and raised it over the trash chute, something had stilled his fingers from loosening their grip. He didn't waste long in his decision to keep it, the decisive will so sure that there was no contesting his own thought. He had simply pooled the thin chain back into his palm, then walked back to his room. It was then that the wonder began to take form, behind the closed door. Uncurling his fingers, he stared at the fine metal, the quality of its make meaning nothing to the pet. It could have been nearly pure gold, and he wouldn't have registered its worth in the slightest. The only worth it held for Hanul was in its symbolism, and in the memories. The leash, it signified the physical binding of their bond, that he was now a pet with someone to call master. From on his knees he had recited the pledge, and despite the hammering of his heartbeat in his ears, there had never been a clearer sound in his existence than the snap of that leash upon his collar. Kyu's answering words were barely registered by the pet, who's ears only seemed to know the echo of that leash, connecting him to this beautiful man. All his anxiety had been forgotten with the commanding quality of that one small sound, so when Kyu had tucked a gentle hand under his chin and lifted his face upwards, Hanul's gaze did not waver in its complete sincerity. Things had changed though, that much was clear, and they would never be the same, at least not while Hanul had some form of personal will. He pushed at the leash's broken clasp with his thumb. It was rather amazing how such a crucial part of the leash had broken so easily. Hanul tucked the chain back into his hand, and walked the few paces to his bed and the side table next to it. Being a pet, Hanul did not have many personal possessions, only those things that Kyu had given him. Not even gifts from fans were allowed unless given through the master, and it was of no thought that the overwhelming majority of his gifts were enhancing his sexual experience. Though, there were a handful of items, a very few, that were not linked to erotic escapades commanderred by his master, and these few objects resided in the bottom drawer of his bedside table. It was here, beside the handmade birthday card, the picture of them backstage at their live debut, a pair of diamond stud earrings not that Hanul took them for anything but pretty, and that the leash came to rest. It clinked quietly against the bottom of the drawer as it slunk into a heap there, just as simple and unthreatening as it had been in his palm. He gave it one last look of slightly melancholy curiosity before pushing the drawer shut, the small thunk bearing finality.