My Love (MxM)
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"Or," He said, preparing for another lie, one that could be foiled easily, but was still necessary, "A women than was impregnated by a man before they were married." Maurice turned to face away from the man, trying hard not to blush at the lie. If he didn't play this just right, Edward would ruin everything.
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Edward took a moment to glance Maurice over again, then shook his head. "Nice try, but that's clearly a lie. The way you and that David acted- the looks you have each other, I could tell you were used to living together. If the two of you had been exiled to the edge of the village due to your pregnacy, the baby would be visible by now. It was rather obvious to me that you two had been living there for a while." He explained, fiddling absentmindedly with the knife strapped to his belt. He'd have to make sure he kept it out of the blonde's reach.
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"I lost the baby more than three months ago. It's true, yes, that we have been living together for more than that time. We've only been married for two, though," It was a lie that would be easy to prove untrue, if the man so much as made Maurice undress, but it was all the man had to work with. He was a good actor, and forced sadness into his voice as he told about loosing a child that had never really existed. "I would be eight months along if I were still carrying. See, if you'd like to, there's a scar on my stomach where the baby was removed." In truth, there was a scar, but it wasn't from that. His father had cut him with a knife once, in a morbid fantasy of spilling his insides out. It happened to be just where he would have been cut if there were any child to be removed, though it wasn't near as smooth as a trained doctor would have made it.
Maurice's father had been insane. He would go into violent fits, and throw things, scream.. Maurice was glad he was away from there now, though he did miss his mother. She was a seamstress, who supported their whole family- Him and his three brother's and one sister, and his father. He had no clue if she was even still alive. His father wasn't. David had put a bullet through his brain the first time he actually saw him hit Maurice. He had never forgiven himself for killing another person, it being so against his moral standing. They had left the next morning, and moved completely to the other side of the country to get away from his crimes. -
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Oh I didn't realize you'd posted sorry D:)
"Show me then." Edward stated dryly. "The scar, I want to see it." He couldn't quite tell whether or not Maurice was lying about the baby, but he doubted him, so he wanted proof. He would have to inspect the scar- if there even was one. Edward himself had always been a pirate, a rogue, but one of his fellow crew members had been quite a skilled doctor before joining the crew. He'd taught Edward many skills, so he was trained in both combat and medical skills, and if the wound had been inflicted from a real doctor's operation he would be able to tell. -
(It's okay.)
Maurice groaned, and at up, casting off the blanket. He un-tucked his shirt, and unbuttoned it, all the way up, even though it was unnecessary. The cut had never really healed properly, and it showed very clearly. After a moment, Maurice muttered a quick, "We had a midwife do it. Couldn't afford an actual doctor." -
"You've got an explanation for everything, haven't you..." Edward grumbled, a bit annoyed that he couldn't seem to catch a hole in the blonde's story. Of course he could always just order him to undress, and the way things were going it looked as though he might be resulted to that. "You know, you seemed awfully self conscious about your chest before, and now you've completely opened your shirt- quite eagerly. Why the change of heart?" He grinned. "Finally realizing just how smitten with me you are?" He asked sarcastically.
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"I don't suppose I'll have a choice as to if I do or not for much longer, so, why not go on and get it over with?" He began buttoning the shirt back up, a little bit took quickly, and missed a button, messing everything up. He cursed under his breath, and completely undid it again, leaving it that way. He moved to stand up, and the right sleeve slipped off his shoulder, showing several fading burn marks.
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Edward raised an eyebrow at the marks. "Care to explain that? I'm afraid I can't guess the cause of those, except that maybe your dear darling David didn't treat you quite as well as you say." He clenched his fists slightly. The captain, having had his share of experiences with abusive acquaintances, felt a slight pang of anger as he waited for Maurice to respond.
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"My father," He mumbled, sighing. "David would never.. Would never have done such a thing." It was completely true, the burn marks were old, but they were still healing. Maurice had a habit of picking the scabs off, and though David warned him that it would leave nasty scars, the man couldn't help it.
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"Did your father do things like this often?" He asked, his voice slightly softer. His father had been the same, and Edward had multiple scars to show for it, just like Maurice did. "Injuring his own child...disgusting." He muttered.
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"Very often," He confided, sighing softly. "I was the last one to leave home, spare my mom and little sister. He never touched them, though." He lowered his voice as he finished. It was true, his sister had always been his father's favorite, and he never laid a hand on her or his mother, even when he was drunk. Not that Maurice knew of, anyways.
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"It seems odd that he would only harm you," Edward drawled. "It would make sense if you were his only son, but..." He trailed off, giving Maurice an expectant look. He was almost certain now that he was, in fact, male.
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"He had three boys and two daughters," He said, sighing as he pulled the sleeve back up, and sat back down. He wanted the blanket again, but didn't feel like moving to get it. Maurice wasn't sleepy, though he was hungry, but he really just wanted to hide under the covers.
(He needs to order him to undress so that Maurice can be like "But have you ever had sex with a guy" to keep himself from getting killed.) -
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Growing tired of the chatter, Edward pushed himself to his feet and drew his sword again. "Undress," He ordered promptly. "Simply talking won't satisfy me any longer." He twirled the sword with a slight grin, as if daring Maurice to refuse his word.
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