Alexi lay face down until at last he hears the door open. Sitting up with a huff he watches Joseph go about his task without a word. 'He is such a good slave. . . .I think if he wasn't a slave, he would make the best butler in the world. . . .As long as he had already broken out of his feeding habits. I recall the tale of why he was broken by my ancestor, and I must agree with him, what happened was terrible. But, he was just acting as he saw fit. He was doing what came naturally to him. I'm not sure if he was taking true pleasure in the acts, I would not even dream of asking him such things, however. . . I do often wonder what he was like before his breaking'
When at last his meal is laid out before him, his eyes having followed Joseph as he went about serving it, Alexi finally tears his eyes away and looks at what was brought. He smiles at the rather old fashioned meal and he chuckles happily. “Thank you Joseph, this is just what I need this morning.” He does not dismiss the male just yet, having a few things he'd like to say regarding the vampire chained up in his room, but his hunger prompts him to at least munch down a few mouthfuls before sitting back and looking at the waiting elder vampire.
“Since you ordered the clothing last night, they should arrive some time today. When they do I would like you to bring them to my chambers and place them in my closet. Also, could you ask him his preference? I am sure by now that he is beginning to get a little ripe, and I am also sure he does not want my help.” He looks to Joseph sympathetically. His usual lightly chipper tone is more subdued this morning, despite the fantastic meal his old mentor brought him, however he tries his best not to look down right depressed at how the whole thing is shaping up. He still has high hopes for the plan succeeding, however he also knows that the rebel leaders breaking is most likely going to take even longer than Joseph's, relatively speaking.
“Once he has made his decision, if he is ready to, bring him a basin for getting cleaned up and help him into his new clothing.” He takes another bite, sipping some juice to wash it down. “If he is not ready,” he murmurs, setting his glass down, “then just hang up all the clothes and do your cleaning. I am sorry, but I will be out most of the day. Today I have quite a bit of running to do, but tomorrow I should be able to sit down with you and address any house business that has cropped up in the past couple weeks.” He gives his head slave a warm honest smile, still a touch of sympathy in his gaze before his eyes fall once more to his meal and he dismisses the male with a wave. Once Joseph is out of the room he finishes his meal quickly and heads down to the garage. As soon as his driver is ready, Alexi heads out to complete his errands.
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He's still conscious, he's just quite out of his mind at the time :P
A small chuckle escapes Kuro's throat as Aoba calls his family interesting. “Yeah, even by hell's standards, I'm sure that's true.” Glad that Aoba seems much calmer now the demon relaxes and focuses on attaching the pipe properly. “I think each of us got a little bit of crazy from Pops. Dani has his crazy in the form of erratic mood swings. They are always prompted by something, but where he swings is almost random.” Once the pipe is firmly attached he begins pumping the the water into the tub. He watches as Aoba vanishes around the corner and checks to make sure Dani is till in the front yard. Sensing that the smaller demon is still following orders, he huffs and begins pumping harder, filling the tub as fast as he can.
'Well, this is just perfect. He's not wrong. In all likelihood, Pops will have some choice tortures ready for me if he finds out what I've done to Dani. Not because he cares what we do to each other, but because Dani is one of his favorites. Spoiled brat' He huffs a little, but the sound of something tumbling across the ground draws his attention and while his arms continue working he looks over to see Aoba coming around the corner. It takes him a second to figure out what the noise is, but as his eyes trail over his little angel he notices that he's kicking something. Spotting the hunk of firewood he grins and rolls his eyes. 'He's such a kid sometimes. . .'
When Aoba declares it full Kuro stops pumping and stretches. The repedative motion made him a little tense but after a few seconds of stretching he's ready for the next part. “Yeah, we have to heat it. Here, help me get the wood under here. Then, we'll need some dry grass.” As they begin stuffing the firewood into place Kuro looks over to Aoba curiously. “What was your family like? I've seen a lot of human families over the years, but it's not like a demon can go up to heaven and observe your kind.” He chuckles. “I can see it now. -Don't mind me, I'm just an anthropologist observing from afar. Go about your business, please.-” Kuro laughs at the image, sauntering off to the grassy area with Aoba to gather up some dry stuff.
'Well, this is just perfect. He's not wrong. In all likelihood, Pops will have some choice tortures ready for me if he finds out what I've done to Dani. Not because he cares what we do to each other, but because Dani is one of his favorites. Spoiled brat' He huffs a little, but the sound of something tumbling across the ground draws his attention and while his arms continue working he looks over to see Aoba coming around the corner. It takes him a second to figure out what the noise is, but as his eyes trail over his little angel he notices that he's kicking something. Spotting the hunk of firewood he grins and rolls his eyes. 'He's such a kid sometimes. . .'
When Aoba declares it full Kuro stops pumping and stretches. The repedative motion made him a little tense but after a few seconds of stretching he's ready for the next part. “Yeah, we have to heat it. Here, help me get the wood under here. Then, we'll need some dry grass.” As they begin stuffing the firewood into place Kuro looks over to Aoba curiously. “What was your family like? I've seen a lot of human families over the years, but it's not like a demon can go up to heaven and observe your kind.” He chuckles. “I can see it now. -Don't mind me, I'm just an anthropologist observing from afar. Go about your business, please.-” Kuro laughs at the image, sauntering off to the grassy area with Aoba to gather up some dry stuff.
Soft breaking take 4 doses of a different formula. Kinda like the potion has been watered down, and only a drop of the blood of the human doing the breaking needs to be used and is mixed in with animal blood. Also, it can be force fed, no consent involved.
His body remains tense even as he walks closer to the calm looking animal. However when it begins rearing again he pauses, giving the prince the chance to calm it down. It is not as if he wishes to kill the beast, however Rei has never been one to do things half way. So when he took the job as the prince's defender, he became hyper sensitive to anything that could bring the man harm. He watches as Alessandro slips easily from the saddle and relaxes a bit. The skill of the prince at handing his horse allows Rei some piece of mind, however his hand remains on his blade none the less.
His hand remains in place even after the animal is tied up, the threat not quite gone yet. The filly butts at his back a bit and with on hand he reaches back and pats her nose, his eyes never leaving his target. 'I am sure it is fine now. But I will not risk it' When the prince begins speaking he turns his eyes on to the young man and listens intently. Rei likes learning, even if it's not from a book. Eventually the prince turns to look at him and he tilts his head slightly. With a nod he murmurs loud enough for the other to hear, “I agree, I will be.” Not wanting to disturb the large black Rei steps aside and motions that the prince is free to tie her up should he wish.
Walking off of the path a bit he looks around, thinking back to the boy's question. Rei does not really have judgments on things unless they are pertinent to his job, so before he can answer, he must first form an opinion. He looks this way and that, taking in as much as he can see, and feeling out the things he can't see, until at last he comes up with an answer he feels is true. Turning to the prince he catches his eye. “This place is calm and beautiful. According to your human traditions and belief, an excellent place to rest one's body after death.” His head tilts to the side and he adds, “I also think you are. . . . Better, when not around other humans. You feel. . . .False around them.”
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“Did you see where he went?”
“No! When did you see him last?”
“This morning, in class but. . .”
He turns away from the voices, his eyes set on a different goal. He wants to see him. He wants to talk to him. There is something he has to know. He alone holds the answers, and no matter what it takes, he is willing to go the distance. A small pack on his back and a traveling hood to cover his nature, the little fae boy sets off towards his goal with a set look on his face.
His hand remains in place even after the animal is tied up, the threat not quite gone yet. The filly butts at his back a bit and with on hand he reaches back and pats her nose, his eyes never leaving his target. 'I am sure it is fine now. But I will not risk it' When the prince begins speaking he turns his eyes on to the young man and listens intently. Rei likes learning, even if it's not from a book. Eventually the prince turns to look at him and he tilts his head slightly. With a nod he murmurs loud enough for the other to hear, “I agree, I will be.” Not wanting to disturb the large black Rei steps aside and motions that the prince is free to tie her up should he wish.
Walking off of the path a bit he looks around, thinking back to the boy's question. Rei does not really have judgments on things unless they are pertinent to his job, so before he can answer, he must first form an opinion. He looks this way and that, taking in as much as he can see, and feeling out the things he can't see, until at last he comes up with an answer he feels is true. Turning to the prince he catches his eye. “This place is calm and beautiful. According to your human traditions and belief, an excellent place to rest one's body after death.” His head tilts to the side and he adds, “I also think you are. . . . Better, when not around other humans. You feel. . . .False around them.”
~*~*~*~*~*~
“Did you see where he went?”
“No! When did you see him last?”
“This morning, in class but. . .”
He turns away from the voices, his eyes set on a different goal. He wants to see him. He wants to talk to him. There is something he has to know. He alone holds the answers, and no matter what it takes, he is willing to go the distance. A small pack on his back and a traveling hood to cover his nature, the little fae boy sets off towards his goal with a set look on his face.
Oh, of course, I agree, there is still some fun to be had :P And yes, he would be quite "Not there" at that point. :P He will not remember it, but he will feel the effects when he wakes up. Veeeeeeery subtle at first. Only slight after the first dose of course :P *Tilts head* Twist, huh? Hmmmm. . . . .*Wonders if you're gonna try and twist right out of my plan* *Grin*
Seishu continues to pout as even Enasi picks on his funning. However after a few seconds of pouting he joins in with the smiles finding their way around the room. As they all settle in Crios clears his throat gently. Seishu looks to him, feeling a relatively tamer muddle of negativity in him, and without warning he sits up and pulls Crios into an actual kiss. The doctor is too shocked to react at first but as he feels the hand settle over his chest he glares at the guardian but doesn't pull back. The feeling of having all the negative energy sucked out of him is rather pleasant and Crios concludes that Harper was right not to hesitate.
When Seishu pulls back Crios shoves him hard even as everyone in the room tries hard to to start laughing out right at the deep flush coloring the fox man's cheeks. Seishu lands back into his position on Enasi's lap and giggles, feeling a little giddy now. Without preamble he begins singing the lullaby with gusto. Despite his enthusiasm his tone is still melodious and after a little coaxing he gets Enasi to sing along with him. Crios settle back against the wall, carefully avoiding looking at Harper whom he knows is bursting to say something. However as the guardians begin singing they both settle in to listen. Feeling much better now Finn to relaxes to listen. After they hear it through once however the little ones begin trying to sing along, and by the third time through, they know the words by heart. Once the singing comes to an end Rue asks about the Night Mothers, and Seishu begins filling them in on the history of what was before he and Enasi's reins.
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“Okay, so this is suppose to help me find him, but wha?” Starla stares at the little round device, cursing herself for not paying attention when the nightmare minion had told them how it worked. Standing alone on the streets of a large city in the middle of the night she tinkers with it for well over two hours before at last it begins doing something. As a small light on it begins flashing she lets out and exasperated sigh. “Finally! Now, what am I su-” There is a light crackling noise and a bolt flies off the device, almost making her drop it as she yelps and jumps.
A few seconds later another bolt flies out in the same direction, but this time she's ready. In a flash she chases after it. About the time she loses sight of it, another one fires off. In less than an hour she skids to a halt as the little device stops firing. She can feel the presence of a nightmare minion nearby, but she tries to relax. Despite her conscious effort not to attack around her feet plants begin to slither up and around her, creating a base of foliage to work with should she be attacked. Along the backs of her hands she feels her plant blades aching to slither out into their battle form. After several silent seconds, the presence drawing closer to the little park area she's standing in, a familiar figure appears. She relaxes even further as he holds his arms up in the sign for peace.
As his hands drop back to his sides she looks around, trying to see if there are others. “I came alone, as I know you did.” His rather emotionless voice grates on Starla's ears a little, but she ignores it for now. Kaila looks at her patiently, waiting.
'He's like a little robot. I don't care what the other say, this nightmare minion is an automaton' Clearing her throat she shifts a little on the spot. “Night, I mean Seishu, has convinced Lord Enasi to let him return for a visit to the Nightmare Realm.” She glances down at the ground for an instant before looking back up into Kaila's eyes. She can not see it, but the minion's heart leaps at the news. “So, yeah, it's gonna happen two days from now, so Lord Enasi wants up to prepare and stuff. Ni-Seishu is shoring up energy, and will probably come to earth a few times for more boosters, or feedings, or whatever you call them.” The first flicker of emotion crosses Kaila's face in the form of an eyebrow twitch. However he does not comment on her ignorance but instead begins making plans inside his own head for the trip.
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Seishu's head comes up as the smell of food wafts his way from the doorway. Everyone turns their attention to Cho as he comes in with his usual jovial smile and a spring in his step. In front of him is a cart with plates of food, enough for everyone, even the absent one. Seishu settles back, having sat up a while ago after Enasi shoved him off because he needed to stretch his legs. Rue bounces up, helping Cho hand out the plates. “Looks like we have one extra! But that's okay. She can have it later! Oh my, what's that?” Seishu looks up to where Cho is pointing at the headboard as Spike comes crawling over. With a giggle he sends the scorpion off to say hello to the cook while he begins eating his meal.
When Seishu pulls back Crios shoves him hard even as everyone in the room tries hard to to start laughing out right at the deep flush coloring the fox man's cheeks. Seishu lands back into his position on Enasi's lap and giggles, feeling a little giddy now. Without preamble he begins singing the lullaby with gusto. Despite his enthusiasm his tone is still melodious and after a little coaxing he gets Enasi to sing along with him. Crios settle back against the wall, carefully avoiding looking at Harper whom he knows is bursting to say something. However as the guardians begin singing they both settle in to listen. Feeling much better now Finn to relaxes to listen. After they hear it through once however the little ones begin trying to sing along, and by the third time through, they know the words by heart. Once the singing comes to an end Rue asks about the Night Mothers, and Seishu begins filling them in on the history of what was before he and Enasi's reins.
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“Okay, so this is suppose to help me find him, but wha?” Starla stares at the little round device, cursing herself for not paying attention when the nightmare minion had told them how it worked. Standing alone on the streets of a large city in the middle of the night she tinkers with it for well over two hours before at last it begins doing something. As a small light on it begins flashing she lets out and exasperated sigh. “Finally! Now, what am I su-” There is a light crackling noise and a bolt flies off the device, almost making her drop it as she yelps and jumps.
A few seconds later another bolt flies out in the same direction, but this time she's ready. In a flash she chases after it. About the time she loses sight of it, another one fires off. In less than an hour she skids to a halt as the little device stops firing. She can feel the presence of a nightmare minion nearby, but she tries to relax. Despite her conscious effort not to attack around her feet plants begin to slither up and around her, creating a base of foliage to work with should she be attacked. Along the backs of her hands she feels her plant blades aching to slither out into their battle form. After several silent seconds, the presence drawing closer to the little park area she's standing in, a familiar figure appears. She relaxes even further as he holds his arms up in the sign for peace.
As his hands drop back to his sides she looks around, trying to see if there are others. “I came alone, as I know you did.” His rather emotionless voice grates on Starla's ears a little, but she ignores it for now. Kaila looks at her patiently, waiting.
'He's like a little robot. I don't care what the other say, this nightmare minion is an automaton' Clearing her throat she shifts a little on the spot. “Night, I mean Seishu, has convinced Lord Enasi to let him return for a visit to the Nightmare Realm.” She glances down at the ground for an instant before looking back up into Kaila's eyes. She can not see it, but the minion's heart leaps at the news. “So, yeah, it's gonna happen two days from now, so Lord Enasi wants up to prepare and stuff. Ni-Seishu is shoring up energy, and will probably come to earth a few times for more boosters, or feedings, or whatever you call them.” The first flicker of emotion crosses Kaila's face in the form of an eyebrow twitch. However he does not comment on her ignorance but instead begins making plans inside his own head for the trip.
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Seishu's head comes up as the smell of food wafts his way from the doorway. Everyone turns their attention to Cho as he comes in with his usual jovial smile and a spring in his step. In front of him is a cart with plates of food, enough for everyone, even the absent one. Seishu settles back, having sat up a while ago after Enasi shoved him off because he needed to stretch his legs. Rue bounces up, helping Cho hand out the plates. “Looks like we have one extra! But that's okay. She can have it later! Oh my, what's that?” Seishu looks up to where Cho is pointing at the headboard as Spike comes crawling over. With a giggle he sends the scorpion off to say hello to the cook while he begins eating his meal.
A shiver runs through his body when Illiendi replies simply to his long tirade. He's never noticed before this day, but as it begins dawning on Amano just how much he's been talking lately, he thinks back and realizes just how much he will talk when given the opportunity or incentive. 'I suppose I can understand why. I mean, as the youngest, I've never really had much say around my family, or even around town with the local nobles and the like that my father forces me to get to know. Illiendi gives me a feeling of control I've never had before, and since he listens to me in such a nonjudgmental way, I guess I feel more able to express myself around him. . . .I like the feeling' He pauses as Illiendi slips in front of him and begins fixing him up.
He hadn't even noticed himself slipping, but as those cool efficient hands make their way over his body, he doesn't really even try to think back to how it happened. Instead he looks to the taller male and listens carefully to his word, his head once more falling ever so slightly to help him take in the information. When he is done talking about his background and asks about Amano's father the boy's head comes up and he bites his lip a little in thought. Then after a few seconds he shakes his head. “No, he won't mind. However, he will, because you are with me, assume you are. . .” He hesitates to use the word on his mind, but decides being strait forward is best. “He'll think you're cheap, in all facets of that word. . .”
Glancing back at his home over Illiendi's shoulder he huffs lightly. “I'm sorry if he's an ass to you, but you'll more than prove him wrong. All of those who work for father are less than half as good as you are even when all their skills are put together.” Amano does not think particularly ill of his father's servants, however after being around Illiendi for just half a day, watching him, he knows that his father is the one with cheap help. Once Illiendi is satisfied with his posture and appearance He continues their trek to his house. As he mounts the steps up to his front door, the dark finished wood looming over him like a gaping maw, Amano can feel himself getting more and more nervous. However as he reaches the top step, his hand comes up to touch the brand and he can feel his nerves settle.
He pushes the doors open slowly, the hinges well oiled so they swing silently inward as the two of them step through. The large front foyer is devoid of bodies and the young man sighs lightly. He knows he should have let Illiendi open the doors for him, but his habit of doing things for himself is not going to die anytime soon. He does however let the demon close the door behind them as he makes his way across the foyer towards the dinning hall. 'It is nearly dinner time, and if I can get mother and whichever brothers are home tonight out of the way, then all I'll have to worry about later is father' His steps to not falter as the sounds of voices ahead makes him want to flee. He's always been the bottom wring, having to ask for everything in his life. Suddenly announcing to his family that he's done such a big thing on his own has his insides hopping.
He once more reaches up to touch his brand and with it's settling effect he relaxes a bit before opening the door to the dinning hall. The hall is quite decedent, the lush tapestries on the walls, an the large windows behind the head of the table giving it a rather tall look. The table itself is long enough to fit the entire family and at least twenty guests, and the door opposite the one Amano stands in leads directly to a short hall that goes to the kitchen. Looking to the left, towards the head of the table, Amano sees his mother already seated. He large layered dress fluffs out, looking very much like it's trying to escape the confines of the arm rests of the fine wooden chair she's sitting in. He spot at the table is at the right hand of her husband, meaning from Amano's vantage point she sits on the left hand side of the table.
Across from her are two of his brothers, the youngest two. The two are dressed in their finery, meaning they will be leaving after dinner, most likely to go wenching. They had taken after their father as far as looks go, their shoulders broad and hair light brown, while Amano had more of his mother's frame and hair color. The eldest has the broad build but also carries his mother's hair color, but he keeps it short unlike Amano who's always liked the feeling of long hair. Someones he'd wished that he was bigger, like his father and brothers, but as he became more and more skilled with his blade, he grew proud of his slight build.
As the door swings open all eyes turn to him, and his mother stands to greet him. “Amano. Where have you been!? You were gone all night, and your father said not to worry, but I. . . .” Her voice trails off as Amano moves into the room, Illiendi walking behind him in his usual spot. She stops her advance on her little boy to gaze at the beast, and Amano is not surprised whatsoever at he sudden and obvious infatuation with Illiendi. He stops a pace from her, his eyes firmly on her and not his bothers, who seem ready to start picking on him any moment.
“Mother, this is Illiendi. He is going to be my manservant from now on. He is well trained and thus far has proven to be most skilled in his duties.” She tears her gaze away from the captivating male as Amano speaks, confusion etched in her features. “I purchased him on my own coin, so he is mine alone to command.” he glances at his brothers at this, their looks of irritation at him making him a little afraid for an instant before he remembers that all he needs to do is call Illiendi and he'll protect him. “However while we are still under this roof I assure you he will follow house rules. Also, I am sorry to have worried you, but last night Illiendi's boat came in late and I wanted to meet him at the dock.” He knows he is most likely sort of lying to his mother, but he can not say otherwise if he wishes to keep the peace at the moment.
His mother, though often viewed as quite dim, is sharp when it comes to certain things. At the words “while we are still under this roof” her slightly dazed expression vanishes and she stands a little taller. “What do you mean, while under this roof? You do not mean you plan on leaving?”
From their place at the table his brothers begin calling out. “Yeah, he's going to run off with his new lover to his secret base outside town!” The older one, Tawney, calls out, laughing openly at the idea.
“Are you kidding!?” Says the other loudly. Burtus is a good head shorter than the older one, even shorter than Amano by a few inches, giving him a rather stout look. “There's no way Amano will ever let go of mommy's skirt, let alone score a guy like that! He's gonna die a virgin brother, and you know it.”
They both dissolve into laughter, but his mother is not distracted in the least. Her sharp gaze is still locked on her youngest son. Amano however can not help turning slightly red at the insults, his head threatening to fall. However he takes a steadying breath and manages to keep himself from slouching down. “I will be discussing my plan with father later, and if he wishes to share it with you, mother, he shall.” The boys at the table stop laughing. They are so use to their little brother cowing under them that the rather strait forward, not to mention well worded response to their mother's accusation has them a little stumped.
He hadn't even noticed himself slipping, but as those cool efficient hands make their way over his body, he doesn't really even try to think back to how it happened. Instead he looks to the taller male and listens carefully to his word, his head once more falling ever so slightly to help him take in the information. When he is done talking about his background and asks about Amano's father the boy's head comes up and he bites his lip a little in thought. Then after a few seconds he shakes his head. “No, he won't mind. However, he will, because you are with me, assume you are. . .” He hesitates to use the word on his mind, but decides being strait forward is best. “He'll think you're cheap, in all facets of that word. . .”
Glancing back at his home over Illiendi's shoulder he huffs lightly. “I'm sorry if he's an ass to you, but you'll more than prove him wrong. All of those who work for father are less than half as good as you are even when all their skills are put together.” Amano does not think particularly ill of his father's servants, however after being around Illiendi for just half a day, watching him, he knows that his father is the one with cheap help. Once Illiendi is satisfied with his posture and appearance He continues their trek to his house. As he mounts the steps up to his front door, the dark finished wood looming over him like a gaping maw, Amano can feel himself getting more and more nervous. However as he reaches the top step, his hand comes up to touch the brand and he can feel his nerves settle.
He pushes the doors open slowly, the hinges well oiled so they swing silently inward as the two of them step through. The large front foyer is devoid of bodies and the young man sighs lightly. He knows he should have let Illiendi open the doors for him, but his habit of doing things for himself is not going to die anytime soon. He does however let the demon close the door behind them as he makes his way across the foyer towards the dinning hall. 'It is nearly dinner time, and if I can get mother and whichever brothers are home tonight out of the way, then all I'll have to worry about later is father' His steps to not falter as the sounds of voices ahead makes him want to flee. He's always been the bottom wring, having to ask for everything in his life. Suddenly announcing to his family that he's done such a big thing on his own has his insides hopping.
He once more reaches up to touch his brand and with it's settling effect he relaxes a bit before opening the door to the dinning hall. The hall is quite decedent, the lush tapestries on the walls, an the large windows behind the head of the table giving it a rather tall look. The table itself is long enough to fit the entire family and at least twenty guests, and the door opposite the one Amano stands in leads directly to a short hall that goes to the kitchen. Looking to the left, towards the head of the table, Amano sees his mother already seated. He large layered dress fluffs out, looking very much like it's trying to escape the confines of the arm rests of the fine wooden chair she's sitting in. He spot at the table is at the right hand of her husband, meaning from Amano's vantage point she sits on the left hand side of the table.
Across from her are two of his brothers, the youngest two. The two are dressed in their finery, meaning they will be leaving after dinner, most likely to go wenching. They had taken after their father as far as looks go, their shoulders broad and hair light brown, while Amano had more of his mother's frame and hair color. The eldest has the broad build but also carries his mother's hair color, but he keeps it short unlike Amano who's always liked the feeling of long hair. Someones he'd wished that he was bigger, like his father and brothers, but as he became more and more skilled with his blade, he grew proud of his slight build.
As the door swings open all eyes turn to him, and his mother stands to greet him. “Amano. Where have you been!? You were gone all night, and your father said not to worry, but I. . . .” Her voice trails off as Amano moves into the room, Illiendi walking behind him in his usual spot. She stops her advance on her little boy to gaze at the beast, and Amano is not surprised whatsoever at he sudden and obvious infatuation with Illiendi. He stops a pace from her, his eyes firmly on her and not his bothers, who seem ready to start picking on him any moment.
“Mother, this is Illiendi. He is going to be my manservant from now on. He is well trained and thus far has proven to be most skilled in his duties.” She tears her gaze away from the captivating male as Amano speaks, confusion etched in her features. “I purchased him on my own coin, so he is mine alone to command.” he glances at his brothers at this, their looks of irritation at him making him a little afraid for an instant before he remembers that all he needs to do is call Illiendi and he'll protect him. “However while we are still under this roof I assure you he will follow house rules. Also, I am sorry to have worried you, but last night Illiendi's boat came in late and I wanted to meet him at the dock.” He knows he is most likely sort of lying to his mother, but he can not say otherwise if he wishes to keep the peace at the moment.
His mother, though often viewed as quite dim, is sharp when it comes to certain things. At the words “while we are still under this roof” her slightly dazed expression vanishes and she stands a little taller. “What do you mean, while under this roof? You do not mean you plan on leaving?”
From their place at the table his brothers begin calling out. “Yeah, he's going to run off with his new lover to his secret base outside town!” The older one, Tawney, calls out, laughing openly at the idea.
“Are you kidding!?” Says the other loudly. Burtus is a good head shorter than the older one, even shorter than Amano by a few inches, giving him a rather stout look. “There's no way Amano will ever let go of mommy's skirt, let alone score a guy like that! He's gonna die a virgin brother, and you know it.”
They both dissolve into laughter, but his mother is not distracted in the least. Her sharp gaze is still locked on her youngest son. Amano however can not help turning slightly red at the insults, his head threatening to fall. However he takes a steadying breath and manages to keep himself from slouching down. “I will be discussing my plan with father later, and if he wishes to share it with you, mother, he shall.” The boys at the table stop laughing. They are so use to their little brother cowing under them that the rather strait forward, not to mention well worded response to their mother's accusation has them a little stumped.
He can't take it in his sleep, he has to "Make the choice" so the delirious one works since he would be taking it willingly, but only as far as pure instinct willingness goes. So. . . . .I think a time skip would be in order soonish :P
A long sigh finds it's way out of Kuro at the sudden rush of statements and questions. Dropping his hand he prepares to answer them as quickly and as simply as possible while still being satisfactorily explicit. “Once a demon comes of age they can freely decide what age they want to appear at any time and after I was born Dani was jealous of no longer being the baby in the family so he aged himself down to about 12, while I simply stopped my aging at the age of majority, which is why he looks younger than be despite being older. We can take out bath, with his lease and collar on he can't do anything I don't want him to which means I can order him to go wait out of sigh for us to finish bathing, and the same goes for when we sleep. I can leave residual restrictions in the binding energy that will keep him from doing anything to us or even come near us without losing his wings.”
He lets out a sigh as Dani begins stirring and turns to look at the smaller male. His eyes narrow a bit at the clear hostility in his voice at first, but he relaxes a little when his brother realizes the situation he's in. Kuro shakes his head at the order and Dani's wings droop. “Nope Dani, you're too dangerous to let loose around my pet.” He slides an arm around Aoba's waist, hoping the angel doesn't take it the wrong way. Dani looks helpless for several seconds before throwing himself on the ground and pitching an almighty fit. Kuro just watches silently until he finishes rolling around, digging deep gouges in the ground with his lengthened claws.
When at last he comes back to his feet he looks much more in control of himself and he crosses his arms, pouting as he snaps the dirt from his wings. “Pops is gonna kick yer ass when he finds out to did this to me!” He adopts a haughty looks, but a moment later his eyes go wide and he tears up a bit. Kuro lifts his finger, tugging the collars a little tighter and Dani's arms fall. He kicks the ground, pouting. “I just wanted to play with it. . .It's not like I was gonna eat it or anything. . .”
“That's what you said about the cat I found when I was 9.” Another demon had brought a cat to hell as a gift for her kid, but it had escaped. Kuro had found it, and being the first animal he'd ever seen, he wanted to play with it. He kept it for a grand total of four hours, it eventually trusting him enough to be pet. The Dani came along, saying he wanted to play with it too, and that he loved animals. However, while Dani did not lie, his love for animals runs along a very single minded track. Looking over to Aoba he whispers, “He likes eating small animals, fresh.”
Dani giggles at the memory, but then quickly quiets down, knowing it's not going to help his case any. While he really has no intention of eating the fallen angel, he can not deny that he might. Dani has never had much self control, and he loves fresh meat. Kuro looks at his blood stained hands and mouth, shaking his head slightly. “I'm sure that rabbit you saw? He ate.” Dani doesn't see any reason to deny it so he nods, very pleased with himself. Kuro once more rolls his eyes, tapping the leash lightly. The actual string of energy between his finger and the black sparks jumping around Dani's neck and the base of his wings is invisible, but by concentrating Kuro can “Tug” on it like a real leash.
Dani slumps a bit, his eyes growing big as he looks at his little brother. The little brother smiles back, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “I think having a watch dog will be nice. I'll give you your instructions later, but for now I want you to go to the front yard and stay there until I come get you, got it?” Dark purple flames jump around the smaller demon's body at being ordered around but with a little nod and some light grumbling Dani vanishes around the corner. Relaxing Kuro lets Aoba go and picks up the pipe. At one end is a corner curving one way, and on the other a corner curving the other way, making it like a really long awkward 'S'. Wandering over to the pump he sets one end on the edge of the bath, the bend facing down, while he screws the other end on to the mouth of the pump. He waits quietly for Aoba to speak, unsure of what he's going to think of this sudden situation.
He lets out a sigh as Dani begins stirring and turns to look at the smaller male. His eyes narrow a bit at the clear hostility in his voice at first, but he relaxes a little when his brother realizes the situation he's in. Kuro shakes his head at the order and Dani's wings droop. “Nope Dani, you're too dangerous to let loose around my pet.” He slides an arm around Aoba's waist, hoping the angel doesn't take it the wrong way. Dani looks helpless for several seconds before throwing himself on the ground and pitching an almighty fit. Kuro just watches silently until he finishes rolling around, digging deep gouges in the ground with his lengthened claws.
When at last he comes back to his feet he looks much more in control of himself and he crosses his arms, pouting as he snaps the dirt from his wings. “Pops is gonna kick yer ass when he finds out to did this to me!” He adopts a haughty looks, but a moment later his eyes go wide and he tears up a bit. Kuro lifts his finger, tugging the collars a little tighter and Dani's arms fall. He kicks the ground, pouting. “I just wanted to play with it. . .It's not like I was gonna eat it or anything. . .”
“That's what you said about the cat I found when I was 9.” Another demon had brought a cat to hell as a gift for her kid, but it had escaped. Kuro had found it, and being the first animal he'd ever seen, he wanted to play with it. He kept it for a grand total of four hours, it eventually trusting him enough to be pet. The Dani came along, saying he wanted to play with it too, and that he loved animals. However, while Dani did not lie, his love for animals runs along a very single minded track. Looking over to Aoba he whispers, “He likes eating small animals, fresh.”
Dani giggles at the memory, but then quickly quiets down, knowing it's not going to help his case any. While he really has no intention of eating the fallen angel, he can not deny that he might. Dani has never had much self control, and he loves fresh meat. Kuro looks at his blood stained hands and mouth, shaking his head slightly. “I'm sure that rabbit you saw? He ate.” Dani doesn't see any reason to deny it so he nods, very pleased with himself. Kuro once more rolls his eyes, tapping the leash lightly. The actual string of energy between his finger and the black sparks jumping around Dani's neck and the base of his wings is invisible, but by concentrating Kuro can “Tug” on it like a real leash.
Dani slumps a bit, his eyes growing big as he looks at his little brother. The little brother smiles back, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “I think having a watch dog will be nice. I'll give you your instructions later, but for now I want you to go to the front yard and stay there until I come get you, got it?” Dark purple flames jump around the smaller demon's body at being ordered around but with a little nod and some light grumbling Dani vanishes around the corner. Relaxing Kuro lets Aoba go and picks up the pipe. At one end is a corner curving one way, and on the other a corner curving the other way, making it like a really long awkward 'S'. Wandering over to the pump he sets one end on the edge of the bath, the bend facing down, while he screws the other end on to the mouth of the pump. He waits quietly for Aoba to speak, unsure of what he's going to think of this sudden situation.
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