Accessor IV: part 1
Setting: A medieval fantasy world, where status affords certain privileges, and some people aren’t seen as people so much as property. [#series: Accessor]
Warnings: the typical M.O. for this ‘verse, plus mentions of genitalia and past trauma inclusive of implied rape of a minor.
Frost on the leaded windowpanes glowed with caught sunlight that sparkled like golden snowflakes. The cold was pushed away from the inner spaces of Castiel’s chambers by the inviting fireplace that warmed the walls surrounding his bed, where a new set of four cuffs and one collar lay gleaming in a neat row.
Castiel had never desired to ornament his Accessories. That isn’t to say he didn’t appreciate nice things – he preferred cuffs, collar, chains, and even keys to match each other with the same golden finish, almost mirrored in their polished perfection. But further adornment seemed extraneous for a role Castiel had always seen as utilitarian. He had no need to decorate his stress relief with jeweled harnesses or embellished restraints. An Accessory served a function and then disappeared, just like every other slave that served a master.
This new set was not just for an Accessory, however.
Or, it was, but– Dean was different.
The cuffs were patterned with the sigil Castiel had taken for himself: a spread of geometric wings with stylized feathers. It was raised in gold bas relief, with tiny sapphires winking out at the center and outer points. There would be no doubt of whose ownership the wearer was under. The most notable element of the design, though, was the least visible and might even be considered inherently subversive; the collar and cuffs, globally recognized as symbols of possession, did not require a master’s key to open. Castiel wanted (needed, craved, hoped) to keep his Accessory, but his Accessory had to want to be kept.
Dean stood quietly in the frosted, golden light with one plain-cuffed wrist outstretched.
This was not the first time Castiel had removed Dean’s cuffs. There were often attendants who could take care of such things when Dean would wash, but Castiel had done it a fair number of times himself in the interest of expediency. It involved the indifferent clicking of small keys and latches, with little care needing to be taken except when avoiding pinches. Quick and perfunctory.
None of those times had been like this.