Amano has a restful night of sleep, his dreams light and easy with only a few faint flickers to the horrors inflicted upon him not two days prior. He wakes with a yawn, his eyes quickly skating around the room, and with a grin he realizes he was right. 'I managed to wake before he came to roust me, even as tired as I was last night. I knew the early morning training schedule would come in hand later in life. I am glad I kept it!' Chuckling lightly he springs from his bed, fully awake in his giddiness. He knows this little idea of his will most likely not impress Illiendi, however the childish side of him wishes to try it none the less. More for his amusement than any other reason.
Shivering slightly in the cool morning air he stalks quickly about his room, dabbing on some light pleasant cologne as all nobles are expected to use these days, and quickly makes his way over to where Illiendi had left that outfit he'd picked out the night before. The faint light growing behind his thick plush curtains urges him to hurry, but despite his haste he makes sure to put on each piece with care and precision. 'I wonder what he will be thinking. Knowing him, he will not really comment on it from a personal point of view, however despite his lack of true expression of 'himself', I am sure he has his own opinions on things that he simply does not feel the need to share' He chuckles lightly wandering over to his wardrobe.
Opening it he looks at himself the best he can in the near darkness before doing his hair up in the custom ponytail his father always urges him to wear with his length of hair after brushing it. However as he turns to close the door, the hair ribbon feeling hay hanging from his head due to his not being use to wearing it, he pauses. Turning back to the mirror the faint light silhouettes his frame and for a long moment he stares at his reflection with furrowed brows. Reaching up he slowly slides the ribbon off, shaking his head so that his hair falls into it's customary position framing his face. Tucking most of the hair behind his ears he leaves his bangs as they are to either side of his face before granting himself a soft smile.
“I am going to be my own man, not the man my father wishes me to be.” He nods at his reflection before once more running the brush through his hair to straiten it out, tucking it back into place as he closes the thick wooden door. Still smiling he takes his shoes and moves them around to the side of the bed he normally climbs out on and carefully pulls back the covers. Giggling at his silly idea Amano chides himself fr still being such a child before carefully climbing into bed and covering himself up to his neck. Laying on his back he makes sure not to lay so his clothing will wrinkle and his hair knot. He breaths slowly, drawing himself back into his sleeping rhythm before his eyes slowly close, giving the illusion that he is still asleep.
'Not that he will be fooled. He is a demon after all. For all I know, he was aware the moment I opened my eyes this morning. . .But just perhaps, I may be doing something unexpected. Even if this not be the case and he knows of my every movement, I will at least have amused myself this, the first real morning of my new life' It is not long after he is finally settled that the click of his door opening forces him to suppress a grin. He keeps his breathing under control despite his wish to breath deeply the scent of his morning meal. 'Oh, this smells as delicious as dinner. I must remember to keep up my daily workout routine least I get fat off all this divine food he seems intent on feeding me' The soft sound of something being set down followed by the sound of footsteps heading for his window make the young man brace himself.
The first morning rays are always the most beautiful, but the most annoying at the same time. 'They are beautiful, however why do servants insist on them flashing to life all at once like this?' He suppresses a groan as the sudden light makes him closed his eyes a little harder but as soon as he's sure he can tolerate it he opens them slowly. He looks over to Illiendi, still standing by the window but now turned to face him. He smiles with a gleam of mischief in his eyes. “Good morning Illiendi. I pray you night went well?” Carefully he sits up, still making sure not to upset his outfit, and rolls the covers down to his lap. Lacing his fingers together he stretches them above his head before bringing them down to res on the covers crossing his legs and smiling once more at the demon. The papers from the night before are strewn across his blankets, tossed a bit as he rolled in his sleep. “What is that delectable smell?”
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Tilting his head slightly Tatsuki wonders at the young innkeepers behavior. 'It is as if he is still trying to avoid me, despite my telling him to take his time, and our close proximity. Perhaps through helping this group I will have opportunity to speak with him more upon subjects that he is more comfortable with' In the back of his mind he takes in the minor interaction between one of the young men and Tatsuki, and through his years of observation it becomes quite obvious to him that Shigetoshi may be otherwise occupied soon enough with a different kind of interpersonal interaction. 'Well, if my observations are correct, and by the young mans intentions I read there, perhaps Shigetoshi-kun will get some much needed relief'
Tatsuki fills the kids in on all the information he's is asked to relay, doing the money exchange swiftly and smoothly as if he has done it a thousand times. 'Not that I work here, however if they think I do, they will most definitely come to me with issues, giving me more reason to speak with Shigetoshi-kun' He knows that this little bit of subterfuge is bordering on dishonest, however since he never states openly that he works at the inn, Tatsuki feels his conscience is clear. Turning once more back to Shigetoshi he smiles softly. “Please, call on me whenever you need. I know how difficult dealing with foreigners can be, and while these do not seem to be trouble makers, I am sure that they are not fully aware of the customs and other such things that would make your life difficult.” His smile is honest and open.
Tatsuki fills the kids in on all the information he's is asked to relay, doing the money exchange swiftly and smoothly as if he has done it a thousand times. 'Not that I work here, however if they think I do, they will most definitely come to me with issues, giving me more reason to speak with Shigetoshi-kun' He knows that this little bit of subterfuge is bordering on dishonest, however since he never states openly that he works at the inn, Tatsuki feels his conscience is clear. Turning once more back to Shigetoshi he smiles softly. “Please, call on me whenever you need. I know how difficult dealing with foreigners can be, and while these do not seem to be trouble makers, I am sure that they are not fully aware of the customs and other such things that would make your life difficult.” His smile is honest and open.
Dorian speaks more, filling in little details and offhanded thoughts of things he forgot to mention before. James makes a good listener, despite his normal state of excitement and what seems to be the natural need to be up and active, he never moves from his place at the elder vampire's side, listening calmly to everything he has to say. 'Tis strange. It is almost as if somehow he is entranced by my speech. I wonder if he is not feeling well. From the short time I have known him, I do not believe I have seen him sit still this long, least he be sleeping. Perhaps he is lost in his own thoughts, my voice being only back chatter at this point. Ah well, it does not matter. All of these things will be rehashed at some time in the future, some of them many a time I am sure'
As the moon at last rises, the last bit of sunlight vanishing from the sky save for the moonlight itself, Dorian and the boy at last rise from their place on the cave floor and get ready to leave. Grabbing him before he can run off the elder vampire beats off some of the dirt from James's clothing before dusting off his own, returning his hair into the sleek pony he normally wears after finding his ribbon. He looks to James, lamenting the fact that the boy seems to have a distinct distaste for being even the least bit clean, however he resigns himself for now, simply stoking a faint hope that one day he may come to enjoy the feeling of clean clothes and body.
'I am not insisting on always being clean. I myself enjoy a good rough and tumble every now and then, however if he insists on being constantly filthy, I have no idea what I am to do with him. . .' He lets out a sigh, shrugging with a smile on his lips as he watches James staring at the Wahru. Horace nickers softly and Dorian pats his neck, getting the beast ready for travel. Horace has grown fairly use to the Wahru by now and doesn't even flinch when one of them yips nearby after getting shoved by another one. “That a boy Horace. You know they will not harm you now, do you not?” He murmurs softly to the beast soothingly, talking about nothing in particular while he works.
When at last he is ready Dorian swings into the saddle and calls for James to join him. The young vampire scrambles up into the saddle behind him and Dorian chuckles as arms wrap tightly around his waist. Patting those arms softly the elder gives Horace a light nudge with his knees and they start out on their evening ride. All around the Wahru take up the cry, some falling into pace around them, while others move off further from the group to help keep track of things. As per the norm the leader travels near enough to Dorian, just off to the right of the horse, to hear any instructions he may have for the beast and his pack. However the elder vampire has no need at this time and simply urges Horace to move faster.
Glancing over his shoulder Dorian smiles lightly at the boy before looking back to the road before them. When at last they are back on the actual road the Wahru lift their heads to check for humans. Finding none, they continue traveling close to the elder and his ward. “It will take most of the day to get there now. Horace's wound is healing well enough, however I do not wish to push him.” There is no accusation in his vice, feeling the boy has already done his penance, though non was really performed. 'Some would say that I am perhaps too soft on my children, however one can not always expect the same needs for each child as far as discipline goes' They cross another bridge around midnight, and a few hours after the lights of the town ahead come into view as they top a rise.
With the wave of a hand he send the Wahru off, they already knowing the drill for their master entering a populated area. Only Toplin may enter the town, and then only if he can get his hands on some clothing, and only in emergency. As it is now, he darts off into the forest along with the rest of his pack. This town is much larger than the one they lift the night before, the building looking more tall and grand even if they are mostly dim in this early morning mist running across the moors and through the streets. Glancing once more over his shoulder Dorian decides to run through the plan real quick so the boy has time to prepare himself mentally.
“Once we are in town, since we have no reservations, we will seek out a decent establishment with a stable for Horace first, and if we can achieve that goal quickly enough we will go out to eat. If not, we will try and find someone in the inn itself, and if there is no one suitable there, I am afraid we shall have to wait until tomorrow night to feed.” He pats James's arms gently. “In either case, we will not begin our investigation until tomorrow, however, should you sense anything this evening that catches your interest, be sure to let me know.” Once he is sure James understands Dorian once more nudges Horace forward and they begin heading once more for the town in the distance.
As the moon at last rises, the last bit of sunlight vanishing from the sky save for the moonlight itself, Dorian and the boy at last rise from their place on the cave floor and get ready to leave. Grabbing him before he can run off the elder vampire beats off some of the dirt from James's clothing before dusting off his own, returning his hair into the sleek pony he normally wears after finding his ribbon. He looks to James, lamenting the fact that the boy seems to have a distinct distaste for being even the least bit clean, however he resigns himself for now, simply stoking a faint hope that one day he may come to enjoy the feeling of clean clothes and body.
'I am not insisting on always being clean. I myself enjoy a good rough and tumble every now and then, however if he insists on being constantly filthy, I have no idea what I am to do with him. . .' He lets out a sigh, shrugging with a smile on his lips as he watches James staring at the Wahru. Horace nickers softly and Dorian pats his neck, getting the beast ready for travel. Horace has grown fairly use to the Wahru by now and doesn't even flinch when one of them yips nearby after getting shoved by another one. “That a boy Horace. You know they will not harm you now, do you not?” He murmurs softly to the beast soothingly, talking about nothing in particular while he works.
When at last he is ready Dorian swings into the saddle and calls for James to join him. The young vampire scrambles up into the saddle behind him and Dorian chuckles as arms wrap tightly around his waist. Patting those arms softly the elder gives Horace a light nudge with his knees and they start out on their evening ride. All around the Wahru take up the cry, some falling into pace around them, while others move off further from the group to help keep track of things. As per the norm the leader travels near enough to Dorian, just off to the right of the horse, to hear any instructions he may have for the beast and his pack. However the elder vampire has no need at this time and simply urges Horace to move faster.
Glancing over his shoulder Dorian smiles lightly at the boy before looking back to the road before them. When at last they are back on the actual road the Wahru lift their heads to check for humans. Finding none, they continue traveling close to the elder and his ward. “It will take most of the day to get there now. Horace's wound is healing well enough, however I do not wish to push him.” There is no accusation in his vice, feeling the boy has already done his penance, though non was really performed. 'Some would say that I am perhaps too soft on my children, however one can not always expect the same needs for each child as far as discipline goes' They cross another bridge around midnight, and a few hours after the lights of the town ahead come into view as they top a rise.
With the wave of a hand he send the Wahru off, they already knowing the drill for their master entering a populated area. Only Toplin may enter the town, and then only if he can get his hands on some clothing, and only in emergency. As it is now, he darts off into the forest along with the rest of his pack. This town is much larger than the one they lift the night before, the building looking more tall and grand even if they are mostly dim in this early morning mist running across the moors and through the streets. Glancing once more over his shoulder Dorian decides to run through the plan real quick so the boy has time to prepare himself mentally.
“Once we are in town, since we have no reservations, we will seek out a decent establishment with a stable for Horace first, and if we can achieve that goal quickly enough we will go out to eat. If not, we will try and find someone in the inn itself, and if there is no one suitable there, I am afraid we shall have to wait until tomorrow night to feed.” He pats James's arms gently. “In either case, we will not begin our investigation until tomorrow, however, should you sense anything this evening that catches your interest, be sure to let me know.” Once he is sure James understands Dorian once more nudges Horace forward and they begin heading once more for the town in the distance.
Kuro continues to hum to himself, at first unawares of the slow spiral of negative emotions building in his companion. 'This is nice. I know that's a human way of thinking, but there is just something inherently nice in strolling along, someone you enjoy being around at your side, the light breeze. . . .If I was romantic or sentimental or something like that, I would even say that this is a poetic picture. . .' He shakes his head with a chuckle, enjoying the moment, however as the spiral continues in his companion the demon begins noticing. His head turns and he looks down towards Aoba's troubled form.
'I wonder what's wrong. . .Well, there is a lot wrong with his life right now as far as he's concerned, but it's not like there's been anything to prompt it this time. He seemed fine just a short time ago' The breeze picks up for a moment, tossing the short brown mop of hair this way and that, the small particles of dirt and other some such drifting along like a passing idea. The tall grass lining the gravel road shivers, making the air about them dance with the sound of them shifting against one another, and as far as Kuro can see, there is no reason for his Little Mouse to be suddenly depressed. Never one for knowing just what to say, the demon tries a different approach to bringing up Aoba's spirits. Shifting all the bags to one hand he reaches out and runs his hand through the smaller male's hair in a comforting manner, smiling softly at him without a word.
~*~*~*~*~
'I wonder if Pops has ever been around for any of our births. I know we weren't allowed to be around for the birth of each other, 'cept maybe Issho, but then again, he's a bit more reserved than the rest of us. As the first born, I think he may have earned the trust of Pops enough to not kill his younger siblings as soon as they are born. I know I, for one, for quite a while, wanted nothing more than to rip Kurotama to little shreds. . .I think Pops called it a. . .Some kind of instinct. . .I know lesser demons loose a lot of kids that way, but now, no matter what, I know I would never kill the little nerd, just play with him. He's so fun to tease, at least when I'm not on some sort of tether'
Dani rolls this way and that, enjoying the rough yet almost slick feel of the hay against his skin as he lets his thoughts tumble this way and that. Below him the cow looks up every now and again when either a hand of a foot lands hard enough to catch her attention, but for the most part she simply munches on the hay that his tossing drops down through the slates of wood making up the loft. Outside the pigs have settled and the chickens are picking out their nests. Meanwhile the turkey go about their business, jumping every so often when a little chick runs between their legs. Off in the field the cows and sheep graze, a few laying down in the early evening sun and just soaking it all in.
~*~*~*~*~
As confused as he is, and as much as it turns his stomach, Fenrir can not help but apply a bit of logic to the situation he sees before him. Aoba, is traveling with a demon, who seems to be helping him carry groceries, and by the look on his face, seems concerned for the small angel. Everything about the situation makes the arc angel's mind scream of folly, his stomach turning in disgust at the sight of the demon laying a hand on Aoba's head, however even as all this happens to him, a small part of him is touched by the show of concern.
'This is just crazy. Who ever heard of a demon helping an angel? And of all angels, how can Aoba consent to having that filth so close to him?! The taint. . . .Oh all things holy, the taint. . .' A great sorrow passes over him as for the first time he realizes just how dark the angel's wings have become. 'But, even at this level, it shouldn't be enough to have completely robbed him of his angelic instincts. He should reject the demon, naturally, as the rest of us do. . .But then again, Aoba has always been different, and. . . .He was. . . .kind, enough, to help this demon escape in the first place. . .' A new thought strikes him.
'I know. . .Demons follow their own code, their own set of rules. Perhaps. . .In helping him escape, and for treating him so well while he was here, the demon somehow now owes Aoba? I can. . .I can almost accept that, except, that would not explain that kind look on his face. . .Who even knew demons could look like that. But then again, most demons an angel sees, they attack. It does not give us much time to examine them. And after all, demon are the spawn of fallen angels, so one can suppose there are remnants. . . .But this is all besides the point!' He lets out a sigh, his focus returning to the mirror.
'I wonder what's wrong. . .Well, there is a lot wrong with his life right now as far as he's concerned, but it's not like there's been anything to prompt it this time. He seemed fine just a short time ago' The breeze picks up for a moment, tossing the short brown mop of hair this way and that, the small particles of dirt and other some such drifting along like a passing idea. The tall grass lining the gravel road shivers, making the air about them dance with the sound of them shifting against one another, and as far as Kuro can see, there is no reason for his Little Mouse to be suddenly depressed. Never one for knowing just what to say, the demon tries a different approach to bringing up Aoba's spirits. Shifting all the bags to one hand he reaches out and runs his hand through the smaller male's hair in a comforting manner, smiling softly at him without a word.
~*~*~*~*~
'I wonder if Pops has ever been around for any of our births. I know we weren't allowed to be around for the birth of each other, 'cept maybe Issho, but then again, he's a bit more reserved than the rest of us. As the first born, I think he may have earned the trust of Pops enough to not kill his younger siblings as soon as they are born. I know I, for one, for quite a while, wanted nothing more than to rip Kurotama to little shreds. . .I think Pops called it a. . .Some kind of instinct. . .I know lesser demons loose a lot of kids that way, but now, no matter what, I know I would never kill the little nerd, just play with him. He's so fun to tease, at least when I'm not on some sort of tether'
Dani rolls this way and that, enjoying the rough yet almost slick feel of the hay against his skin as he lets his thoughts tumble this way and that. Below him the cow looks up every now and again when either a hand of a foot lands hard enough to catch her attention, but for the most part she simply munches on the hay that his tossing drops down through the slates of wood making up the loft. Outside the pigs have settled and the chickens are picking out their nests. Meanwhile the turkey go about their business, jumping every so often when a little chick runs between their legs. Off in the field the cows and sheep graze, a few laying down in the early evening sun and just soaking it all in.
~*~*~*~*~
As confused as he is, and as much as it turns his stomach, Fenrir can not help but apply a bit of logic to the situation he sees before him. Aoba, is traveling with a demon, who seems to be helping him carry groceries, and by the look on his face, seems concerned for the small angel. Everything about the situation makes the arc angel's mind scream of folly, his stomach turning in disgust at the sight of the demon laying a hand on Aoba's head, however even as all this happens to him, a small part of him is touched by the show of concern.
'This is just crazy. Who ever heard of a demon helping an angel? And of all angels, how can Aoba consent to having that filth so close to him?! The taint. . . .Oh all things holy, the taint. . .' A great sorrow passes over him as for the first time he realizes just how dark the angel's wings have become. 'But, even at this level, it shouldn't be enough to have completely robbed him of his angelic instincts. He should reject the demon, naturally, as the rest of us do. . .But then again, Aoba has always been different, and. . . .He was. . . .kind, enough, to help this demon escape in the first place. . .' A new thought strikes him.
'I know. . .Demons follow their own code, their own set of rules. Perhaps. . .In helping him escape, and for treating him so well while he was here, the demon somehow now owes Aoba? I can. . .I can almost accept that, except, that would not explain that kind look on his face. . .Who even knew demons could look like that. But then again, most demons an angel sees, they attack. It does not give us much time to examine them. And after all, demon are the spawn of fallen angels, so one can suppose there are remnants. . . .But this is all besides the point!' He lets out a sigh, his focus returning to the mirror.
*Scribbles* *Scribbles* *Scribbles* There. Hopefully that makes more sense, and I changed things around, and. . Yeah. Let me know what you think :P
*Runs off to see how much needs changing*
~Seishu breath slowly, his whines quieting down.
I can do this.
I just need to relax.
However his relaxation exercise is interrupted as he hears the worried question chimed out from the side by the ever on edge counterpart.
Jeez, now I gotta. . .
“I'm fine, Enasi. . .” He murmurs softly, looking over to the flustered male with a warm albeit still hungry smile. “I just. . .I just need a moment.” He lets out a long sigh, sliding across the pillow until he can reach Enasi. Playfully he rolls around the other, tickling and teasing until at last he settled beneath Enasi, the other's back to his front so they can both see the stars. With a soft hum he brings out his wings, cocooning their lower bodies leaving only their heads and feet exposed. The warm smooth skin of his wings hover several inches about the top male, leaving him free to shift and move until he's comfortable.
His arms come out to wrap around Enasi's middle and he can feel his body calming. Even in the close proximity, being unable to see most of Enasi keeps his passions from rising any higher than they already are.
I want you so much Enasi, my love. . .
I want every part of you, down to the last hair.
But I will not take you.
I refuse to take you.
Not when I know I must leave one day.
His mind wanders to the youngsters who will most likely continue their relationship even after all is well with the world. He envisions Rasha and Kaila discovering the pleasures in one another as they bond over their love for him.
Everyone can love but we.
It is only the two of us that can not indulge.
It is our sad fate to be ever alone. . .
Seeing no real reason not to at least abbreviate the reasons for his actions to the man he loves, Seishu purrs deepen as he speaks. “My wanting to have my way with you simply became too intense. I needed a moment to gather myself.” He kisses Enasi's collar bone gently, licking the flesh playfully once. “At the end of all this, I. . .I don't think our relationship will be allowed to continue, and I swore not to let my passions run away from me. I could not bond with you like that and then leave. I am not cruel after all. . . .” He purrs softly, holding Enasi a little tighter before relaxing, not wanting the other male to feel trapped.~
I can do this.
I just need to relax.
However his relaxation exercise is interrupted as he hears the worried question chimed out from the side by the ever on edge counterpart.
Jeez, now I gotta. . .
“I'm fine, Enasi. . .” He murmurs softly, looking over to the flustered male with a warm albeit still hungry smile. “I just. . .I just need a moment.” He lets out a long sigh, sliding across the pillow until he can reach Enasi. Playfully he rolls around the other, tickling and teasing until at last he settled beneath Enasi, the other's back to his front so they can both see the stars. With a soft hum he brings out his wings, cocooning their lower bodies leaving only their heads and feet exposed. The warm smooth skin of his wings hover several inches about the top male, leaving him free to shift and move until he's comfortable.
His arms come out to wrap around Enasi's middle and he can feel his body calming. Even in the close proximity, being unable to see most of Enasi keeps his passions from rising any higher than they already are.
I want you so much Enasi, my love. . .
I want every part of you, down to the last hair.
But I will not take you.
I refuse to take you.
Not when I know I must leave one day.
His mind wanders to the youngsters who will most likely continue their relationship even after all is well with the world. He envisions Rasha and Kaila discovering the pleasures in one another as they bond over their love for him.
Everyone can love but we.
It is only the two of us that can not indulge.
It is our sad fate to be ever alone. . .
Seeing no real reason not to at least abbreviate the reasons for his actions to the man he loves, Seishu purrs deepen as he speaks. “My wanting to have my way with you simply became too intense. I needed a moment to gather myself.” He kisses Enasi's collar bone gently, licking the flesh playfully once. “At the end of all this, I. . .I don't think our relationship will be allowed to continue, and I swore not to let my passions run away from me. I could not bond with you like that and then leave. I am not cruel after all. . . .” He purrs softly, holding Enasi a little tighter before relaxing, not wanting the other male to feel trapped.~
When I think of "Space" I think of the space around atoms, and since everything has this, I saw this, and I may be completely off my rocker at this point, not sure, as a way to represent that. Atom = Matter, Space = Area around Matter, but then again, I may be losing my brains. I'm not a science person, but I thought this would be neat.
Oh, and energy and matter aren't opposites, I don't know if I said that, but if I did, that was a slip-up.
*Doesn't wanna try and figure* I'll just redo it. . . It don't work for you, I dun' wanna spend a month trying to figure out how to make it work, I'll just beat up my post until it looks better.
Oh, and energy and matter aren't opposites, I don't know if I said that, but if I did, that was a slip-up.
*Doesn't wanna try and figure* I'll just redo it. . . It don't work for you, I dun' wanna spend a month trying to figure out how to make it work, I'll just beat up my post until it looks better.
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