His eyes travel over the once more golden locks flowing from the prince’s scalp, his gaze flickering over to the wig dancing in the breeze for only an instant before all of his attention returns to you golden haired male. The renewed energy racing through his body most definitely giving the young man a different feel from when they had been passing through town. A laugh issues from the young noble and Rei's head remains tilted as he falls back on to the grass. 'I have heard people call things 'creepy' before, however this place, full of death, is far more familiar to me than even my own home back in the village. I know this makes me even more different from my kin, and from humans as well' Rei pauses his thinking, knowing there really isn't anything to be gained from thinking about such things. He focuses on his work, as he always has.
And right now, his work is a young man. A young man lay sprawled out on the grass growing over his ancestors, dotted by simple but beautiful flowers. His sun kisses main spreads out beneath him and Rei once more recalls what many said about the prince when he was gathering information for the assassination. He had not been sure to expect blonde locks or black, the stories running through town split pretty evenly down the middle, but somehow, no matter how well the wig was made, Rei still feels that the yellow flowing tresses far better suit the young man. 'My work relies on truths, and the gathering of facts so that my task becomes easier rather than more difficult, as false information is sure to do. The truth of his hair color is no different I suppose. It is his honest self, and it is in my nature to seek out the truth'
His gaze remains fixed on the taller male as he takes a place on a tall stone. The prince lay before him, and beyond, the horses stand tethered. The wind catches him, threatening to throw off his balance. However, he is in no real danger of such things, his body shifting automatically to counter the pressing force of the mid morning gust. He listens to the man speak, eventually rolling over to look at him. Rei blinks slowly, his gaze unwavering. He takes in what Alessandro has to say, his thoughts tumbling over and over the ideas and notions of the prince, matching them against his own opinions and the things he's read in books. He tends to shy a bit away from history books, but he has read quite a number. For some reason the boy's words make him think back to all the revolutions among humans over the ages and he can not quite reconcile the prince's opinions.
He s still tumbling over all the information when the young male sits up and addresses him directly. He blinks, tilts his head, and lets out a slow breath. Sliding down gently off the stone he locks his gaze with his ward's, leaning back against the stone. “I have grown accustomed to being underground, as needed, however it is against my nature to be surrounded by rock, stone, and earth. So, if you are inquiring as to which I would rather, then the river would be best. However if you wish to go into the mounds, that is your choice to make, and will follow.” Once the prince makes his decision Rei pushes off of the stone and follows. After a minute, he finds the words to respond to the young man's earlier statements about present life.
“Every being is expected to fit a mold, no matter what station they are born into, whether they be king or slave. All other things are relative to each person's life experiences.” He looks to the young man beside his briefly before looking forward once more. “To most of my kind, my life as I have lived it, is their version of the under fires. They could think of nothing worse, and would not trade lives with me for anything. While I on the other hand have seen what they have, and have no envy of their lives either. I would think that even most humans would find my. . . . . .Mold, distasteful and frightening. However, those I grew up with, fit that mold well, and were content as they were. Many were born into their jobs, and raised as I was, and like you, were expected to become what they became, death coming to those who did not conform.” Reaching down Rei pulls up his left sleeve slightly, revealing a long thick white scar running of the back of his lower arm from wrist to elbow.
He gazes up into the prince's eyes. “I am a commoner, and this. . . .This is for letting down my guard during a mission. I was no caught, and the mission went off without a hitch, however the man who raised me closest saw me turn my gaze away from where it should have been once, and this became my reminder to never do it again.” His arm has several other scars on it, but that one is the biggest. Pulling his sleeve down he buttons it once more. “You may be in a station you feel yourself unsuited for, however I would think it unwise to envy that which you know not the full expanse of the experience. I may fall under a different branch of the commoner tree than you were thinking of, however, thinking something is easy just because of how it seems to your eyes from the outside, is foolish.”
The fae falls silent, knowing very well that he may have offended the young noble, but fully willing to take whatever repercussions would come from speaking his mind in such a way. He is unsure of what inspired him to speak out in such length, but he will stick to his word now that they have been said. 'Perhaps it is his willingness to listen. None of my people really wish to hear from me, however this young human has never turned away or asked me to stop. He. . . .Listens. . . .'
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The wind rustles through the trees, bringing with it the light smells of the grass and earth around them. Kuro inhales them deeply, smiling at how eager Aoba is to boast about their work. 'Well, he did work hard, and didn't complain. I'd call that praise worthy' He hums lightly, turning around slowly as the angel takes the soap and prepares to wash his back. 'This is nice. I don't think I've ever had anyone to do this before. Well, not one save for my Little Mouse, but having most of the skin missing and cleaning it for bandaging is far different from a soothing cleansing with slick soapy hands. . .' His humming turns to a light purr as those hands begin working to soap across his black, cleaning him with all the tenderness of the medic he is.
Kuro bends his head forward, carefully pulling his hair out of the way. He'll wash that later with some of the proper soap and conditioner. He can feel Dani getting more and more riled in the front yard and he knows the bath will have to turn all business soon before the little demon blows his top. 'Why can't he just learn to wait? With him around, things will be easier in some respects, but it others. . . Namely those involving getting closer to Little Mouse. . . .' He lets out a sigh, peeking over his shoulder. Kuro once more is forced to count his blessings as he is treated with the sight of Aoba from the waist up.
'My my, how lovely my little pet is. . .I wonder how long until I see that body panting and sweating beneath my own' While Kuro has never willingly participated in sex himself, he's read plenty of books and watched enough TV over the years to know that it can feel quite amazing. He's even watched his Siblings and father before with their lovers or sex toys and has a full understanding of the basic mechanics. He even learned a few things from his unwilling sessions. He learned how to find and toy with those places on your partner that makes them respond whether they want to or not. He's not sure if that last one is a good thing, but he'll try it out none the less, after Aoba gives himself up willingly of course.
'I don't want to just take from my Little Mouse. I want to have all the fun and pleasures that a body can give to another, and that has never been the result of force. Well, I suppose some of those insane rapists think that's how it works, but they're insane, who cares what they think, heh' He lets out a small sound of pleasure and pops his neck. “If you really don't want him feeding in front of you, I'm sure you two will eventually come to some sort of agreement. He's reasonable, when he wants to be. Just remember, no matter how much he means it, he will forget, and he will not feel sorry about it.”
Dani snorts. 'Yeah right. As if he'd have anything I'd want enough to not rip those little buggers apart in front of him. I'm gonna make a point of eating in front of him. Lower being. . . .And what's up with that Kurotama?! I'm always reasonable! I could stick to a deal, and I wouldn't slip up either! Bastard. . . . .Though none of us siblings have room to talk, we're all from different mothers. . . .'Cept the twins. . . .but that's besides the point! The point is. . . .' Dani has completely lost track of what he was thinking, so he goes back to listening.
Kuro bends his head forward, carefully pulling his hair out of the way. He'll wash that later with some of the proper soap and conditioner. He can feel Dani getting more and more riled in the front yard and he knows the bath will have to turn all business soon before the little demon blows his top. 'Why can't he just learn to wait? With him around, things will be easier in some respects, but it others. . . Namely those involving getting closer to Little Mouse. . . .' He lets out a sigh, peeking over his shoulder. Kuro once more is forced to count his blessings as he is treated with the sight of Aoba from the waist up.
'My my, how lovely my little pet is. . .I wonder how long until I see that body panting and sweating beneath my own' While Kuro has never willingly participated in sex himself, he's read plenty of books and watched enough TV over the years to know that it can feel quite amazing. He's even watched his Siblings and father before with their lovers or sex toys and has a full understanding of the basic mechanics. He even learned a few things from his unwilling sessions. He learned how to find and toy with those places on your partner that makes them respond whether they want to or not. He's not sure if that last one is a good thing, but he'll try it out none the less, after Aoba gives himself up willingly of course.
'I don't want to just take from my Little Mouse. I want to have all the fun and pleasures that a body can give to another, and that has never been the result of force. Well, I suppose some of those insane rapists think that's how it works, but they're insane, who cares what they think, heh' He lets out a small sound of pleasure and pops his neck. “If you really don't want him feeding in front of you, I'm sure you two will eventually come to some sort of agreement. He's reasonable, when he wants to be. Just remember, no matter how much he means it, he will forget, and he will not feel sorry about it.”
Dani snorts. 'Yeah right. As if he'd have anything I'd want enough to not rip those little buggers apart in front of him. I'm gonna make a point of eating in front of him. Lower being. . . .And what's up with that Kurotama?! I'm always reasonable! I could stick to a deal, and I wouldn't slip up either! Bastard. . . . .Though none of us siblings have room to talk, we're all from different mothers. . . .'Cept the twins. . . .but that's besides the point! The point is. . . .' Dani has completely lost track of what he was thinking, so he goes back to listening.
I wanted to ask if I could have Mois invite Joseph to follow him down to the dinning room so Alexi could show up minutes later to go into his room so Erik would be able to start talking to him in your next post, bit then, as I think about it, that would make for more long posts, and I recall you liking them shortish :P
Oki. I was writing up my post, and had a thought, but I've already posted, so the point is kinda moot now :P
Mois slams the door to his vehicle, the nature of the garage making the sound echo and sound almost like a boom. The older slave, use to his after work frustrations, simply continue with their work, a pair coming over to service the vehicle, while the newer slaves jump and cower a bit at the sound. The watch with wide eyes as the elder Vandros storms by silently, the only expression of his frustration the knitted brow. While Mois is a very passionate person on the inside, he has always had a great distaste for showing it on the outside. However, the cause of his frustration today is enough to break his normally impassive visage he wears in public at all times.
'They should know better by now, but no! They have to come crashing in like madmen on a rampage and not escape before half their numbers are in pieces on the ground. I swear, these new cells are ridiculous. Alexi would be sick if I told him how many non-humans I had to kill today. They took out a dozen of our guys too, but. . . .' Mois lets out a long sigh, knowing that his brother is very much beginning to influence his thinking. He use to only really focus on the human losses in the clashes, however the shear number of dead on the other side of the struggle, mixed with his well hidden fondness for their own non-human population an the manor, has only served to sway him over his years in the service.
Having noted the absence of one of his brother's cars Mois decides to just see. To just try, and find out just what regulations his brother now has in place to protect his secret. 'I swear, a part of me just wants to talk to the guy and find out how to help these newbies pull their heads out of their proverbial asses' He lets out another sigh, his temper slowly simmering down as he climbs the steps to the next floor. His feet follow the familiar path to the hallway where his brother's room is located. Pausing he stares down the hall with a far away look in his eyes, not sure he wants to continue. He knows it's Joseph that will be in trouble if he actually succeeds to get anywhere near the door, and the last thing he wants to do right now is upset his brother.
However the decision is made for him moments later when the door opens and the elder vampire steps out into the hall. 'Speak of the devil. I guess he just got done doing the cleaning or what not. Well, now I can test my boundaries a bit' Holding up a hand in greeting he walks slowly forward until he's within earshot without having to raise his voice. “Joseph. Are you done with him, for today? I was hoping for an early dinner, and I'd like to speak with you while I dine.” He knows all he has to do is order the slave to join him, and often he has done just that. However, as there is no one around but the being who basically raised him, Mois feels comfortable and speaks to him like an equal. By now his anger is complete gone and he looks his usual impassive self, even if his body is still a little tense from being upset so long. Motioning for the slave to join him he walks back down the stairs and towards the dinning room.
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Alexi stretches, covering his yawn with a sigh. Despite getting sleep last night, the strain of his actions kept him up late, and the sleep was not all that restful. His driver looks at him int the rear view mirror, but refrains from commenting despite his faint concern for his master. He knows Alexi would tell him if there was anything he could do to help. As the pull ingot the garage Alexi spots the slave still working on Mois's SUV and smiles. 'He must have gotten home recently for them to still be working. I wonder if I should join him for dinner. . . I should check on my guest first' He lets out a sift sigh, knowing how offended the vampire would be if he ever said that aloud. However, he can not help his stay thoughts and does not feel bad for long.
Giving Uwin a light pat Alexi makes his way quickly through the garage and into the house. He stops just inside, spotting Mois and Joseph vanishing into the dinning room. He tilts his head to the side curiously but shrugs and makes his way to the stairs. 'I know my dear brother will be doing all he can for some time to find out as much as he can, he's a detective guy after all. I should let them be. It is not as if Joseph can tell him anything. . .I should have Joseph draw my blood after dinner' Reaching his room he takes a calming breath before pushing the door open and slipping inside. As he did the day before he does not look immediately at the vampire.
However out of the corner of his eye he spots a different color on the bed and can not help but feel a little giddy to see how the ill male looks in his new garb. Humming gently he pulls the doors to his wardrobe open and strips out of his day clothes. Deciding on the smoking jacket and slick pajama pants look today he pulls on the red and brow top and drapes the black bottoms over his arm. Speaking softly he murmurs, “I will not ask how your day has been, the obvious answer of not good quite evident by your predicament, however I will ask if Joseph saw to you well?” He closes the wardrobe and finally looks to the bound man. His eye go first of course to the fine looking properly tied toga, and he smiles faintly, before looking up at the vampire's face itself, waiting for an answer before heading off to his bath.
'They should know better by now, but no! They have to come crashing in like madmen on a rampage and not escape before half their numbers are in pieces on the ground. I swear, these new cells are ridiculous. Alexi would be sick if I told him how many non-humans I had to kill today. They took out a dozen of our guys too, but. . . .' Mois lets out a long sigh, knowing that his brother is very much beginning to influence his thinking. He use to only really focus on the human losses in the clashes, however the shear number of dead on the other side of the struggle, mixed with his well hidden fondness for their own non-human population an the manor, has only served to sway him over his years in the service.
Having noted the absence of one of his brother's cars Mois decides to just see. To just try, and find out just what regulations his brother now has in place to protect his secret. 'I swear, a part of me just wants to talk to the guy and find out how to help these newbies pull their heads out of their proverbial asses' He lets out another sigh, his temper slowly simmering down as he climbs the steps to the next floor. His feet follow the familiar path to the hallway where his brother's room is located. Pausing he stares down the hall with a far away look in his eyes, not sure he wants to continue. He knows it's Joseph that will be in trouble if he actually succeeds to get anywhere near the door, and the last thing he wants to do right now is upset his brother.
However the decision is made for him moments later when the door opens and the elder vampire steps out into the hall. 'Speak of the devil. I guess he just got done doing the cleaning or what not. Well, now I can test my boundaries a bit' Holding up a hand in greeting he walks slowly forward until he's within earshot without having to raise his voice. “Joseph. Are you done with him, for today? I was hoping for an early dinner, and I'd like to speak with you while I dine.” He knows all he has to do is order the slave to join him, and often he has done just that. However, as there is no one around but the being who basically raised him, Mois feels comfortable and speaks to him like an equal. By now his anger is complete gone and he looks his usual impassive self, even if his body is still a little tense from being upset so long. Motioning for the slave to join him he walks back down the stairs and towards the dinning room.
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Alexi stretches, covering his yawn with a sigh. Despite getting sleep last night, the strain of his actions kept him up late, and the sleep was not all that restful. His driver looks at him int the rear view mirror, but refrains from commenting despite his faint concern for his master. He knows Alexi would tell him if there was anything he could do to help. As the pull ingot the garage Alexi spots the slave still working on Mois's SUV and smiles. 'He must have gotten home recently for them to still be working. I wonder if I should join him for dinner. . . I should check on my guest first' He lets out a sift sigh, knowing how offended the vampire would be if he ever said that aloud. However, he can not help his stay thoughts and does not feel bad for long.
Giving Uwin a light pat Alexi makes his way quickly through the garage and into the house. He stops just inside, spotting Mois and Joseph vanishing into the dinning room. He tilts his head to the side curiously but shrugs and makes his way to the stairs. 'I know my dear brother will be doing all he can for some time to find out as much as he can, he's a detective guy after all. I should let them be. It is not as if Joseph can tell him anything. . .I should have Joseph draw my blood after dinner' Reaching his room he takes a calming breath before pushing the door open and slipping inside. As he did the day before he does not look immediately at the vampire.
However out of the corner of his eye he spots a different color on the bed and can not help but feel a little giddy to see how the ill male looks in his new garb. Humming gently he pulls the doors to his wardrobe open and strips out of his day clothes. Deciding on the smoking jacket and slick pajama pants look today he pulls on the red and brow top and drapes the black bottoms over his arm. Speaking softly he murmurs, “I will not ask how your day has been, the obvious answer of not good quite evident by your predicament, however I will ask if Joseph saw to you well?” He closes the wardrobe and finally looks to the bound man. His eye go first of course to the fine looking properly tied toga, and he smiles faintly, before looking up at the vampire's face itself, waiting for an answer before heading off to his bath.
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'Wow. He's smooth. I do believe mother wishes to drag him off right now. . .' Amano keeps his expression in check as Illiendi shows his respect for the lady of the house. However, something about the demon seems different when he's addressing his mother. 'It's that same thing that I saw when he spoke to the captain. Well, I suppose it is to be expected. He's here to serve me, and since I am his master, it is only natural he treats me differently. . .I wonder if anyone else notices. . . He internally rolls his eyes at the thought. Of course they would see it. Illiendi isn't exactly secretive when it comes to treating Amano as his master, as opposed to how he treats everyone not.
For a moment he considers what is would be like to have that odd charm turned on him, or if even perhaps it has been already and he not noticed, however as once more those intense blue eyes meet his own all of his focus returns to the present. He is ready to reply right away, but something about the taller male's stance makes him pause, waiting for him to finish speaking. He can see his mother, looking once more a little dazed, smile and nod at Illiendi's question directed at her. 'Wow. . . I wonder if I look like that once in a while. I know I am not that way all of the time. I have to have my wits about me when speaking with Illiendi, least the flee my mind entirely. Mother seems quite distant at the present. I suppose when Illiendi is being charming, that I too have been so taken by him. However, I feel that perhaps he does not try so hard to win my favor. Even as his master, I do not suppose such interest would lay that way with me'
His thoughts, while ones that would normally embarrass the young man, cause no outward reaction in the young lord's visage. When at last it seems that the demon is finished speaking he nods his head slightly, careful to stay as he's been schooled as far as posture is concerned. “You have leave to make use of the kitchen Illiendi.” It still doesn't quite feel right just giving the man orders like that, but he knows it is what is expected of him, master to servant. When Illiendi is out of sight Amano steps forward and takes his mother's arm gently. She still seems quite happy, but as he helps her into her seat she comes once more to her senses. The look on hie face tells him that she is not quite finished speaking with him in the matter of his plans to leave the estate. For once however Amano is glad when his brothers set into him fist. As he takes his seat at his mother's right hand Tawney eyes him critically.
“So, twit, where'd you find a pet like that? He seems really full of himself.” His tone is highly corrosive, however with a discrete brush of his hand over his brand Amano keeps his cool.
“I sent word to Marth some time ago for them to send me a manservant that would suit my needs.” A fierce sense of satisfaction races through him as they both look a little stunned. Marth has a reputation. There are many scholars and halls of education there, and many of kings of the surrounding countries have their servants trained there. 'I suppose that Illiendi knew that when he told me. I guess the world was not too different last he was here to know of the reputation Marth has' Some of his satisfaction must have shown on his face for moments later he draws his leg back, biting his lip from the pain of having his shin kicked under the table. He knew better than to complain aloud. His mother would punish Burtis without question, however in the long run, it would not be worth it.
'I have the distinct impression that if Illiendi caught Burtis getting his payback for my tattling, Burtis's head would end up on a pike somewhere, and while I don't much care for my brother, he is family. . . .' His lets out a slow breath and his mother looks at him curiously. He gives her a soft smile, the kind of smile she's always said makes him 'look so hansom', and she smiles in return with a fond look in her eyes. This earns him some silent teasing from his brothers about being a mama's boy, but he ignores it. His gaze wanders over to the kitchen door and the young noble tilts his head curiously. 'I wonder what he'll cook. I mean, he's a demon, but if he went in there with such confidence, does that mean he's good at cooking human food?'
As he muses his mother asks Tawney and Burtis about their day and their plans for the evening. At least eighty percent of what they say is bull, but Amano isn't about to call them on it. Instead he begins working over he and Illiendi's plans, trying to figure out how to outline his activities the next day. He can only get so far on his own, knowing there are thing Illiendi will think of that he doesn't, and still have other things he will prefer doing alone. Amano's smile widens when Illiendi reappears before the topic of discussion has a chance to turn back to him. It is far easier to steer or avoid conversation when there is food involved. He sits back as the demon approaches, fixing the slight slouch in his back. He chides himself at slipping up, but as Illiendi reaches across his lap with the napkin all he can do is wonder once more at that fantastic smell coming off the demon.
He does not have long to wonder as Illiendi announces his first course, placing each piece down with such smooth grace that even his brothers still to watch him in action. He can see the beginning sparks of jealousy behind their gazes, but after a quick glance he turns his attention to Illiendi and a light smile plays across his lips. 'His movements are perfect, his tone, beyond reproach, and his manner, well above astounding. He is everything one could ask for I a servant. He's. . .almost too perfect to pass as human. . .I wonder if that has ever been a problem for him' He tilts his head slightly, his smile still soft and light as he replies to the demon's questions.
“It sounds quite delectable Illiendi, and the smell is beyond words, thank you.” He tempers his tone, making sure not to sound as delighted as he really feels. He knows his normal tone would sound quite childish with how he is feeling right now. Back by the kitchen doors he can see the servants filling out slowly to serve everyone else. “I would love to hear what else you have planned for this evening's meal. Proceed.” Picking up his cup he takes a polite sip as he listens to what Illiendi has to say. 'This stuff is nice. I am so glad he did not go with wine. While I can drink it, I have never developed the taste for it the rest of my family has' He wonders briefly if somehow Illiendi knows this about him, however he brushes the thought away, focusing on the demon's words.
For a moment he considers what is would be like to have that odd charm turned on him, or if even perhaps it has been already and he not noticed, however as once more those intense blue eyes meet his own all of his focus returns to the present. He is ready to reply right away, but something about the taller male's stance makes him pause, waiting for him to finish speaking. He can see his mother, looking once more a little dazed, smile and nod at Illiendi's question directed at her. 'Wow. . . I wonder if I look like that once in a while. I know I am not that way all of the time. I have to have my wits about me when speaking with Illiendi, least the flee my mind entirely. Mother seems quite distant at the present. I suppose when Illiendi is being charming, that I too have been so taken by him. However, I feel that perhaps he does not try so hard to win my favor. Even as his master, I do not suppose such interest would lay that way with me'
His thoughts, while ones that would normally embarrass the young man, cause no outward reaction in the young lord's visage. When at last it seems that the demon is finished speaking he nods his head slightly, careful to stay as he's been schooled as far as posture is concerned. “You have leave to make use of the kitchen Illiendi.” It still doesn't quite feel right just giving the man orders like that, but he knows it is what is expected of him, master to servant. When Illiendi is out of sight Amano steps forward and takes his mother's arm gently. She still seems quite happy, but as he helps her into her seat she comes once more to her senses. The look on hie face tells him that she is not quite finished speaking with him in the matter of his plans to leave the estate. For once however Amano is glad when his brothers set into him fist. As he takes his seat at his mother's right hand Tawney eyes him critically.
“So, twit, where'd you find a pet like that? He seems really full of himself.” His tone is highly corrosive, however with a discrete brush of his hand over his brand Amano keeps his cool.
“I sent word to Marth some time ago for them to send me a manservant that would suit my needs.” A fierce sense of satisfaction races through him as they both look a little stunned. Marth has a reputation. There are many scholars and halls of education there, and many of kings of the surrounding countries have their servants trained there. 'I suppose that Illiendi knew that when he told me. I guess the world was not too different last he was here to know of the reputation Marth has' Some of his satisfaction must have shown on his face for moments later he draws his leg back, biting his lip from the pain of having his shin kicked under the table. He knew better than to complain aloud. His mother would punish Burtis without question, however in the long run, it would not be worth it.
'I have the distinct impression that if Illiendi caught Burtis getting his payback for my tattling, Burtis's head would end up on a pike somewhere, and while I don't much care for my brother, he is family. . . .' His lets out a slow breath and his mother looks at him curiously. He gives her a soft smile, the kind of smile she's always said makes him 'look so hansom', and she smiles in return with a fond look in her eyes. This earns him some silent teasing from his brothers about being a mama's boy, but he ignores it. His gaze wanders over to the kitchen door and the young noble tilts his head curiously. 'I wonder what he'll cook. I mean, he's a demon, but if he went in there with such confidence, does that mean he's good at cooking human food?'
As he muses his mother asks Tawney and Burtis about their day and their plans for the evening. At least eighty percent of what they say is bull, but Amano isn't about to call them on it. Instead he begins working over he and Illiendi's plans, trying to figure out how to outline his activities the next day. He can only get so far on his own, knowing there are thing Illiendi will think of that he doesn't, and still have other things he will prefer doing alone. Amano's smile widens when Illiendi reappears before the topic of discussion has a chance to turn back to him. It is far easier to steer or avoid conversation when there is food involved. He sits back as the demon approaches, fixing the slight slouch in his back. He chides himself at slipping up, but as Illiendi reaches across his lap with the napkin all he can do is wonder once more at that fantastic smell coming off the demon.
He does not have long to wonder as Illiendi announces his first course, placing each piece down with such smooth grace that even his brothers still to watch him in action. He can see the beginning sparks of jealousy behind their gazes, but after a quick glance he turns his attention to Illiendi and a light smile plays across his lips. 'His movements are perfect, his tone, beyond reproach, and his manner, well above astounding. He is everything one could ask for I a servant. He's. . .almost too perfect to pass as human. . .I wonder if that has ever been a problem for him' He tilts his head slightly, his smile still soft and light as he replies to the demon's questions.
“It sounds quite delectable Illiendi, and the smell is beyond words, thank you.” He tempers his tone, making sure not to sound as delighted as he really feels. He knows his normal tone would sound quite childish with how he is feeling right now. Back by the kitchen doors he can see the servants filling out slowly to serve everyone else. “I would love to hear what else you have planned for this evening's meal. Proceed.” Picking up his cup he takes a polite sip as he listens to what Illiendi has to say. 'This stuff is nice. I am so glad he did not go with wine. While I can drink it, I have never developed the taste for it the rest of my family has' He wonders briefly if somehow Illiendi knows this about him, however he brushes the thought away, focusing on the demon's words.
Seishu chuckles lightly at the mention of pimping out the wrong minions. 'Oh, but my dear Enasi, it's the truly innocent ones that make the most money luv. These two could net me a fortune if I found the right buyers' He rolls his eyes at his own internal comeback, but a peaceful smile soon finds it's way to his lips as his counterpart closes his eyes. The near immediate reaction of the little ones makes him both grin and grimace as Rue climbs half across his chest to look into Enasi's face. 'Yes yes, would not want him there alone. And I'm not tired, so yeah. . .' Spike makes his way all the way up to Enasi's chest, his little feet hooking into his shirt so he has the leverage to look into the Dream Guardian's face.
As Spike does his best to get a good look at that thing that feels like Seishu only different the winged minion settles back against Seishu. The white haired male purrs at the warm feeling of having so many bodies around him and Rue giggles. “Mister Seishu, are you and Lord Enasi part cat?” Seishu looks at him curiously. “Well, cats purr, and you can purr, which means Lord Enasi can purr, and. . .y'know?”
Seishu chuckles lightly. “No, we are not part cat. It's just part of our anatomy. Our bodies are equipped with the parts that allow a being to purr.” Rue nods happily, now wondering about different body parts beings have, and how creatures make the noises they do. Seishu's gaze slides over to Enasi as Inui takes responsibility for the scorpion, setting it on the Nightmare Guardian's lap so he and Rue can play with it. His smile makes it obvious what he's thinking about as he looks deep into his counterpart's eyes. His hand comes up slowly and begins gently stroking Enasi's neck. A teasing touch, nothing too suggestive, just enough to let Enasi feel what he's feeling.
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Harper lets out a long exasperated sigh, staring at those large falsely innocent eyes with his own stern emotionless gaze. The staring contest last for over five minutes until at last the rabbit man drops his head and waves the little furball off. Rasha lets out a squeal of delight and after biting Harper's ear playfully in gratitude he races out of the barracks and back towards Seishu's room. Reaching paw up to rub the bitten spot the general shakes his head, then with a few stretches, rockets off to do his usual patrol around the realm.
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“So, do you think he hates me?”
Finn looks over to his sister. Her hands smooth gently over a large flower in the corner of the garden, and he can see by it’s slight shift from red to yellow that she is honestly worried about it. He does not reply right away, as is his way. She stays quiet, letting him think as she moves on to the next bush, this one full of dark purple flowers, which become a light lavender under her touch. Finn goes back to nursing one of the cherry trees in the garden, it's branches having wilted slightly from missing him and his sister. 'I do not think he hates her, or me for that matter. . .But I do think there is something about us that rubs him the wrong way'
He begins humming lightly, Starla following suit moments later. 'I think it's more. . . We're. . . Disappointing him. That's the feeling I get every time he looks at us with that. . . look. It's so hard to describe. Almost like “Are you really that stupid?” kinda. . .Maybe it's just my ego saying that, but I really don't think he hates us. He would not put up with having us around if he hated us' When he stops humming his sister looks to him, her eyebrow arched. Without looking to her he runs his fingers along a bent branch, causing it to perk up and murmurs, “I don't think he hates you. I think he expects something out of you that you have as of yet to show him, but he knows you are capable of.”
Starla stares at him for a long moment, then with a light smile, she nods. Her brother is smart. She trusts his assessments. She turns back to the bush in front of her and with a sigh it glows faintly, the flowers once more fading into a deep purple color.
As Spike does his best to get a good look at that thing that feels like Seishu only different the winged minion settles back against Seishu. The white haired male purrs at the warm feeling of having so many bodies around him and Rue giggles. “Mister Seishu, are you and Lord Enasi part cat?” Seishu looks at him curiously. “Well, cats purr, and you can purr, which means Lord Enasi can purr, and. . .y'know?”
Seishu chuckles lightly. “No, we are not part cat. It's just part of our anatomy. Our bodies are equipped with the parts that allow a being to purr.” Rue nods happily, now wondering about different body parts beings have, and how creatures make the noises they do. Seishu's gaze slides over to Enasi as Inui takes responsibility for the scorpion, setting it on the Nightmare Guardian's lap so he and Rue can play with it. His smile makes it obvious what he's thinking about as he looks deep into his counterpart's eyes. His hand comes up slowly and begins gently stroking Enasi's neck. A teasing touch, nothing too suggestive, just enough to let Enasi feel what he's feeling.
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Harper lets out a long exasperated sigh, staring at those large falsely innocent eyes with his own stern emotionless gaze. The staring contest last for over five minutes until at last the rabbit man drops his head and waves the little furball off. Rasha lets out a squeal of delight and after biting Harper's ear playfully in gratitude he races out of the barracks and back towards Seishu's room. Reaching paw up to rub the bitten spot the general shakes his head, then with a few stretches, rockets off to do his usual patrol around the realm.
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“So, do you think he hates me?”
Finn looks over to his sister. Her hands smooth gently over a large flower in the corner of the garden, and he can see by it’s slight shift from red to yellow that she is honestly worried about it. He does not reply right away, as is his way. She stays quiet, letting him think as she moves on to the next bush, this one full of dark purple flowers, which become a light lavender under her touch. Finn goes back to nursing one of the cherry trees in the garden, it's branches having wilted slightly from missing him and his sister. 'I do not think he hates her, or me for that matter. . .But I do think there is something about us that rubs him the wrong way'
He begins humming lightly, Starla following suit moments later. 'I think it's more. . . We're. . . Disappointing him. That's the feeling I get every time he looks at us with that. . . look. It's so hard to describe. Almost like “Are you really that stupid?” kinda. . .Maybe it's just my ego saying that, but I really don't think he hates us. He would not put up with having us around if he hated us' When he stops humming his sister looks to him, her eyebrow arched. Without looking to her he runs his fingers along a bent branch, causing it to perk up and murmurs, “I don't think he hates you. I think he expects something out of you that you have as of yet to show him, but he knows you are capable of.”
Starla stares at him for a long moment, then with a light smile, she nods. Her brother is smart. She trusts his assessments. She turns back to the bush in front of her and with a sigh it glows faintly, the flowers once more fading into a deep purple color.
Kuro can feel his brother peeking around the corner, but he knows that Dani love his wings enough not to bother them while bathing, so he lets the little indiscretion go. Instead he carefully watches Aoba out of the corner of his eye as he scrubs. He knows he used extreme cases, but he felt it was best to get the point across at the time. However now, he begins to worry a bit that maybe he went a little far. Despite the small rushes through his system every time the angel looks his way, that one little victorious moment that has him puffing up a bit, he manages to stay on his side of the tub, for now.
When the subject of the priest comes up Kuro's lips pull back into a little growl, much like his brother's, however he settles quickly, not wanting to speak out too much against the one trying to help his Little Mouse. 'Well, I could forget to tell him to leave the priest alone and Dani would eat him on the spot. He's cute enough, Dani would not be able to resist. . .But, no. . .Aoba would be so upset. After all, I'm sure he already sees that old fogy as a “friend”. I never got friends, they just don't make sense to me. Perhaps if I had some. . .But they sound like so much work. . . . . .'
Kuro shakes his head, forestalling his mental tangent. “I'll make sure to instruct him properly, and with the residual orders in the collar and leash, he won't be able to harm any of the farm animals or humans that come by the house.” He gives the angel a pointed look. “I will warn you now however that I'm not going to stop him from eating the wild animals. It's one of his little pleasures, and it will keep him calm. Besides,” he looks at his arm, scrubbing it lightly, “it's normal for him to feed on them.” He watches as the dead skin is scraped off by the rough stone. After a few silent moments however he drops the stone and summons some soap.
Casually he stands slowly, sitting on the edge of the tub so he can lather up. He is careful not to look at the angel as he works, making sure not to miss anywhere, except his back. 'I could wash it, but I wanna see if I can get him to. I think it will be interesting either way' Shifting slightly he brings his legs up one at a time to scrub the bottoms of his feet and lower legs. Once he's finished he slides back into the water and gives Aoba a pouty look. “Hey, could you get my back for me? It's kinda hard to reach. . .” He hold the soap out towards the angel with a pouty look on his face.
When the subject of the priest comes up Kuro's lips pull back into a little growl, much like his brother's, however he settles quickly, not wanting to speak out too much against the one trying to help his Little Mouse. 'Well, I could forget to tell him to leave the priest alone and Dani would eat him on the spot. He's cute enough, Dani would not be able to resist. . .But, no. . .Aoba would be so upset. After all, I'm sure he already sees that old fogy as a “friend”. I never got friends, they just don't make sense to me. Perhaps if I had some. . .But they sound like so much work. . . . . .'
Kuro shakes his head, forestalling his mental tangent. “I'll make sure to instruct him properly, and with the residual orders in the collar and leash, he won't be able to harm any of the farm animals or humans that come by the house.” He gives the angel a pointed look. “I will warn you now however that I'm not going to stop him from eating the wild animals. It's one of his little pleasures, and it will keep him calm. Besides,” he looks at his arm, scrubbing it lightly, “it's normal for him to feed on them.” He watches as the dead skin is scraped off by the rough stone. After a few silent moments however he drops the stone and summons some soap.
Casually he stands slowly, sitting on the edge of the tub so he can lather up. He is careful not to look at the angel as he works, making sure not to miss anywhere, except his back. 'I could wash it, but I wanna see if I can get him to. I think it will be interesting either way' Shifting slightly he brings his legs up one at a time to scrub the bottoms of his feet and lower legs. Once he's finished he slides back into the water and gives Aoba a pouty look. “Hey, could you get my back for me? It's kinda hard to reach. . .” He hold the soap out towards the angel with a pouty look on his face.
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