My Crooked Back Was Built For Teeth & Claws; The Bloody Wrath Of Tiny Gods. (v. Captured) - Tumblr Posts
❝ i wouldn’t be here if i didn’t finish. ❞
if minion island had only been rosinante’s entrance into hell, then where he existed currently was in its deepest trench.
the ninth circle: betrayal. the lowest sin. the blackest sin, furthest from the light of heaven. reserved for those who betrayed their family, their country, and their god.
as far as the family was concerned, rosinante had committed all three sins that night with his 'silly little plan' to snatch up law, the op op fruit, and run to the nearest marine base. the moment he hid law away in a chest, and admitted to his brother's face that law had eaten the fruit doflamingo had been searching years for, rosinante should have been fated to die. should have.
but death would have been too simple a punishment, wouldn’t it?
instead the spy awoke a week later, alive but very much not well. his wounds were patched enough to no longer be teetering on edges between worlds of the living and the dead. his captors refused him the ‘mercy’ of painkillers, allowing the brutal sharpness of cracked ribs and aches of torn muscles to keep him tethered to the living when he longed for death.
each day since had been its own nightmare. an odd nightmare, where he was still granted the "respect" of his brother's stupid title for him, given jobs to do just as always, and allowed to live in the palaceーbut little respect anywhere else. one where he was recognized as the king's brother, but fitted with a revolving assortment of shackles, collars, and arm binders depending on how "cooperative" he had been on any given day.
prince rosinante is a bit screwed up mentally, he remembers hearing diamante lie once after a failed attempt to get a blacksmith in the city to break them off. poor guy'll have fits where he tries to hurt himself sometimes, so these are just a precaution for his bad days when he's extra schizo. it’s not the most comfortable, so he’ll get whiny about it, but the young master would just die if something happened to his baby brother, y'know?
yet, rosinante wouldn't go as far to say he was treated like a slave, but more like an unruly child. it was as if doflamingo had regressed back to when they were children, back when rosinante was still meek enough to be led around by the hand and willingly obedient to his every beck & call, and was forcing him to play along, too.
it was a strange hell, the poistion he found himself in.
❝ i'm starving, ❞ he announced. ❝ do i have permission to eat now? ❞
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Silence. it was something the king seemed to be surrounded in now adays. just the silence and the endless ocean of thoughts that seemed to storm within the cavity of his skull. In the dimly lit corridors of the grand palace that Doflamingo claimed as his own kingdom, the air was thick with tension. The echoes of his footsteps reverberated off the opulent walls as he made his way back from a clandestine meeting with Kaido, the ominous emperor on the north side of the New World. The subject of their discourse was the manufacturing of SMILE fruits, negotiations over the production of the artificial Devil Fruits that had become both a commodity and a curse to most who have come across them or have been unfortunate enough to consume them. not that it mattered to him. as long as he got what was promised from the transaction he couldnt give a single fucking care. reclined on the opulent sofa in his lavish palace, a bottle of fine wine clasped in his hand, his pierced tounge lapping the corner of his lips of the liquid that spilled down to his chin. His mind swirled with the intoxicating combination of alcohol and his motive for immortality. having a kingdom under his rule, people who worshipped him as a god, a god who had somewhow showed up when it was most conveinent and gave them salvation from a moment of disaster. he was their savior. thier god.
Dressrosa flourished under his rule. he made it a paradise, a utopia that he deserved. he was brought back from the abyss of his thoughts by the soft clicks of someone approaching his lavished space. heterochromatic brillant blues and golds, cold and calculating, fixed on the approaching figure. he could immediately point out who it was by the way he walked alone. it was his sibling. Corazon's entrance had disrupted the suffocating silence that lingered in the air, a silence that was about to shatter like glass. it was probably for the best.
Perhaps it was the weight of their shared traumatic past, but he held a sympathetic soft spot for his younger brother. a smirk eternally plastered across his face. The echoes of his leather shoes reverberated off the marble walls till it came to a hault before him.
❝ What do you want, Rosi? * Doflamingo's voice was smooth and low, a chuckle leaving his lips. ❝ Shouldn't you be off somewhere playing the good cooperative little brother and doing some tasks i assigned to you? *
@ryathenaughtykitsune // continued from ask prompt.
❝ sorry, i... can't. ❞
rosinante shook his head for added emphasis. though, he wasn't exactly sure what he could & couldn't have, exactly. his brother's rules for him seemed to change by the day. whether it was his whims, or his mood, or something rosinante himself had done, he wasn't sure. but accepting things without prior approval (especially food) wasn't generally allowed. were he more paranoid, he probably would have assumed this was some sort of test. a test he wasn't going to fail, no matter how appetizing the candy looked.
❝ i'm allergic, ❞ he lied.
❝ can you undo my arm restraints so i can feed myself for once? ❞
rosinante tried his best to pretend he didn't hear the bitterness in older brother's voice, like he always did. out of annoyance for being talked down to, a guilt for daring to make his psychopathic brother upset, or a sick mixture of bothーhe couldn't be sure exactly why it bothered him. the tone left him feeling scrutinized & small, no different from when they were children and doflamingo would make him feel guilty for daring to 'lash out' and defend himself when the elder donquixote played too rough.
he turned his back to his brother, something he was always apprehensive to do but he needed to allow doflamingo access to the locking mechanism on today's restraints: a pair of binders attached at his forearms, keeping them flush with his back. a leather strap functioning as a collar was attached via a clip, a shorter strap than usual lessening the amount of slack and ensuring that rosinante was at peak posture at all times. his back & shoulders had been aching for hours, but he knew better by now than to complain about it aloud.
rosinante paused, fearing his tone would be perceived as annoyedーhow dare he, when the king has been so gracious by allowing him to live & serve himーor worse, like he was ordering the king to do somethingーa sure sign he didn't know his place, which can & had led to beatings at the hands of the other executives. he softened his voice, shrinking his already deflated, defeated presence. food was enough of a motivator now. enough be quiet. enough to behave. ❝ ...please. ❞
DOFLAMINGO SURVEYED HIS KINGDOM'S PRINCE, HIS ONCE-BELOVED BROTHER ㅤㅤㅤ⸻ ㅤHis regal figure leaned back in an intricately carved throne, a piercing gaze upon his younger brother, Rosinante. Behind the polished lenses of his glasses, his eyes, brilliant shades of blues & gold , harbored a potent mixture of resentment and disappointment. His grip tightened around the neck of his wine bottle, its contents dripped messily from the corner of his lips.
Rosinante, once a trusted member of the royal family, now stood before the king with the weight of his betrayal heavy upon his shoulders. His punishment had been dealt, but for Doflamingo, it was insufficient. the traitorous brother, had already faced punishment, yet the monarch felt an unquenchable thirst for a more severe retribution. The sins committed by his brother had yet to be fully atoned for, lingering like a shadow. Sins lingered, unforgiven, and the price to be paid had not been fulfilled in the king's eyes. Reconciliation lingered in the air, for blood ties ran deep, but the betrayal had etched an indelible mark, Reconciliation was just a concept that danced just out of reach for the blond. Despite the familial bond that tethered them, the memory of Rosinante's treachery ignited a fire within him, leaving behind a bitter taste that refused to fade. The desire for retribution pulsed through his veins, urging him to demand more, to extract a price equal to the magnitude of his brother's transgressions.
As Doflamingo's gaze bore into him, Rosinante could practically feel the weight of his brother's judgment, a heavy burden that threatened to crush him beneath its oppressive force. Yet, even in the face of such condemnation, the benevolent king couldn't deny the twisted sense of satisfaction that stirred within him. For every drop of blood that stained his hands, he found a perverse comfort in knowing that he had served his purpose, that he had proven his loyalty to the crown, even if it came at the cost of his own morality. The golden figure of Doflamingo, resplendent in his flamboyant attire, offered a not so friendly smile. His words, dripping with saccharine malice, cut through the silence like a knife, each syllable laced with a venomous intent that left no room for doubt.
❝ It seems you have done as told, Rosi, * he murmured, his voice carrying the weight of unspoken threats. ❝ Good job indeed. I know it must've been hard for you to withstand such deprivation. But fear not, brother, for you have earned your reward. *
With those words hanging in the air like a death sentence, Rosi's fate was his to unfold, keeping him trapped in a web of his making from which there was no escape.