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And I am sure that posts will be getting rather short. Would you rather arrange a time to do a little back-and-forth in the chat room(I can make a private room) rather than having to worry about post length and reaction points?
'So cute. Like a big cat' Kiel laughs silently inside his head as the boy stretches and leans up to sit next to Zach. “Mass was mass, not much different from most other masses.” He says with a smile. Reaching down he tugs on the hem of the clean shirt. “Seems I may need to find you a longer one, that one seems a little short.” he murmurs. Shaking his head he reaches up to ruffle the young man's hair. “And don't worry about falling asleep back here. I know how comfortable one can get in the garden. . .” His voice trails off as he looks around to all the plants. Each bush, flower, and tree feels like an old friend, even if they are new this spring.
A ghost of a memory flashes behind his eyes but he's far too concerned with the task at hand to take in anything more than a warm feeling. 'I should hit the streets as soon as possible' With a nod to himself he turns to Zach. “We should get those bandages changed.” His gaze becomes soft an understanding. “If you like we can head inside to do it, but if you'd rather stay out here in the garden I have the things I'll need right here. Don't worry about being seen, the only window other than my own that looks upon the garden is the head priest's and he doesn’t ever look out of it. Wherever you are more comfortable Zach.”
A ghost of a memory flashes behind his eyes but he's far too concerned with the task at hand to take in anything more than a warm feeling. 'I should hit the streets as soon as possible' With a nod to himself he turns to Zach. “We should get those bandages changed.” His gaze becomes soft an understanding. “If you like we can head inside to do it, but if you'd rather stay out here in the garden I have the things I'll need right here. Don't worry about being seen, the only window other than my own that looks upon the garden is the head priest's and he doesn’t ever look out of it. Wherever you are more comfortable Zach.”
*Not picking on you* When practicing with a sword, he would most likely be wearing a hakama with either nothing under it or a simple kimono. I'm not trying to nag, I just like spread thing the knowledge of my favorite country on the planet after America :P
Hnn, sooner than I thought, but it just seemed the right moment for it to happen. . .
Viltez listens to the man's words carefully, his eyes traveling over his face, trying to read him. 'I am usually so good at reading those around me, but there is just something so different about him. Something I can't put my finger on' At his final sentence he locks his gaze on the other man's eyes and looks as deep as he can, seeking out the truth behind his words. He is silent for a time, simply trying to figure out what to do, his eyes unblinking. 'He is sincere, I can tell that much, but what do his words really mean? It sounds as if he would not tell any of what I not wish known to anyone' His head cocks slightly, a faint idea trying to make it's way to the front of his mind. 'He is from a distant place. Not too distant, but far enough away that even if he told folk there, it would have no affect on me here. And even if it did, those here know me, and even if they heard such rumors, I doubt they would believe them'
With a faint sound Viltez looks down as his tail begins uncoiling from his waist. Still beneath the shirt he glances back at his guest and the fireplace flares, showing his nervous face for a moment before the shadows take it again. Then he speaks. His voice is low, barely loud enough for the Aryx to hear. “My life hear depends on those around me not knowing what I am. I love them all very much, but I fear they would not accept me if they knew. . .” Biting his lip the blade at the end of his tail slips out from beneath his shirt behind him and he swallows hard. “You are an honest man, and since you say you will not speak of this, I will believe you.” Slowly his tail snakes out against the wall, away from the fireplace until it reaches the light.
Sliding out into the light of the flickering flames it curls, curving forward like a man rolling his stiff joints before coming down to settle across Viltez's shoulders. The blade crosses his chest, hooking behind the opposite shoulder so a stretch of the long fury tail settles like a necklace across his chest. Chewing his lip slightly, his eyes on Aryx the whole time his tail did it's own thing, Viltez hums softly. “If you find this strange, or disturbing, I can put it away.” He says lamely, unsure of what to do now that his most guarded secret is out in the open before a perfect stranger.
With a faint sound Viltez looks down as his tail begins uncoiling from his waist. Still beneath the shirt he glances back at his guest and the fireplace flares, showing his nervous face for a moment before the shadows take it again. Then he speaks. His voice is low, barely loud enough for the Aryx to hear. “My life hear depends on those around me not knowing what I am. I love them all very much, but I fear they would not accept me if they knew. . .” Biting his lip the blade at the end of his tail slips out from beneath his shirt behind him and he swallows hard. “You are an honest man, and since you say you will not speak of this, I will believe you.” Slowly his tail snakes out against the wall, away from the fireplace until it reaches the light.
Sliding out into the light of the flickering flames it curls, curving forward like a man rolling his stiff joints before coming down to settle across Viltez's shoulders. The blade crosses his chest, hooking behind the opposite shoulder so a stretch of the long fury tail settles like a necklace across his chest. Chewing his lip slightly, his eyes on Aryx the whole time his tail did it's own thing, Viltez hums softly. “If you find this strange, or disturbing, I can put it away.” He says lamely, unsure of what to do now that his most guarded secret is out in the open before a perfect stranger.
After a full minute of just relaxing, letting the hot water do it's work on his joints, stiff from riding, he sighs contently and sits up. Reach over the lip of the tub to the small rack hanging from the thick wood he pulls out the hair care products and goes to work cleaning the road dust from his scalp. 'It is so much easier for vampires to keep clean, having to sweat or the like, but dust has always been an unavoidable evil that both races must bare' As soon as his hair is clean he scrubs over his body quickly and stands. Looking over to the other basin his brows furrow. 'I did not hear him leave, wh-' His thoughts are cut short by the little one's head breaching the surface of the water. 'Ah, I see' Leaning against the edge of the tub he watches the boy scrub himself and after a few seconds he makes a decision.
Moving carefully out of his bath he moves over to James's and waits for him to finish. Glancing back at the hygiene rack he nods at the sight of a little pair of scissors before turning back to the newborn. He smiles at the question and nods. “Yes, we may do your hair now, however a slight change before that.” Reaching into the water he scoops the boy out of the filthy water and carries him other to the other bath. Slipping him down into the still steaming water he climbs into the tub behind the boy and has him take a set on the stool, facing away so he has easy access to the blond mop.
“Now little one, hold still and keep your head back when I tell you to.” With that he begins the grizzly duty of scrubbing the unruly honey colored locks. It takes him several minutes to wash it clean, his fingers working right down to the scalp to get at all the grim that had gathered there since the boy was re-born, and maybe even before. Once he's sure it's completely clean he slicks James's hair with conditioner and lets it sit for a few minutes. All the while he can feel it. His blood coursing through the other's veins, the action binding them in an ancient and indescribable way. “Head back while it sets. Do not need it running down into your eyes.” He murmurs. 'It really has been a long time since I have sired one. Even if James is not mine, the bonding seems to be going well'
His fingers run up to the already healing wounds on his neck. 'I know many of my kind drink from one another for fun, but it really is different with a newborn. I have only once let anyone other than my own taste me and it was for more. . . Uncomfortable than it was thrilling' Rinsing the conditioner out he works out all the knots he can before it's all gone, and is left with only a few hopeless mats. “Now I just need to trim these out and we are set for now. Do not move, these are sharp.” Reaching over to the rack he scoops up the scissors and carefully pulls up one of the mats. Wrapping a hand around the boy's forehead he pulls him back against his chest to help him keep still as he snips the three tangled masses from the now pristine hair. Once he is done he sets the scissors down and picks the boy up again. 'He is so tired' He muses, slipping into his own robe before wrapping one around the slick body in his arms.
Moving quickly he scoops up the blood soaked trousers and makes his way back to their room. Dropping the rags by the fire pot he moves a chair close to it's warmth and sets James down in it. Using the sleeves from the robe he does his best to dry his hair before doing his own and letting out a sigh. Picking the boy up once more he leaves the robe on the chair and pulls the covers back with his foot, settling the young man on the clean sheets. Moving back to the chair to settle his own robe on the back of the chair Dorian crosses back to the bed and climbs in with a groan on contentment. “Now you may sleep little one.” he murmurs, settling on to his back with his arms up under the pillows. Slipping one hand down he pulls the covers up to just above the bottom of his ribcage, relishing the cool evening air mixed with the heat from the fire. His arm slides back under the pillow and he gets comfortable.
Moving carefully out of his bath he moves over to James's and waits for him to finish. Glancing back at the hygiene rack he nods at the sight of a little pair of scissors before turning back to the newborn. He smiles at the question and nods. “Yes, we may do your hair now, however a slight change before that.” Reaching into the water he scoops the boy out of the filthy water and carries him other to the other bath. Slipping him down into the still steaming water he climbs into the tub behind the boy and has him take a set on the stool, facing away so he has easy access to the blond mop.
“Now little one, hold still and keep your head back when I tell you to.” With that he begins the grizzly duty of scrubbing the unruly honey colored locks. It takes him several minutes to wash it clean, his fingers working right down to the scalp to get at all the grim that had gathered there since the boy was re-born, and maybe even before. Once he's sure it's completely clean he slicks James's hair with conditioner and lets it sit for a few minutes. All the while he can feel it. His blood coursing through the other's veins, the action binding them in an ancient and indescribable way. “Head back while it sets. Do not need it running down into your eyes.” He murmurs. 'It really has been a long time since I have sired one. Even if James is not mine, the bonding seems to be going well'
His fingers run up to the already healing wounds on his neck. 'I know many of my kind drink from one another for fun, but it really is different with a newborn. I have only once let anyone other than my own taste me and it was for more. . . Uncomfortable than it was thrilling' Rinsing the conditioner out he works out all the knots he can before it's all gone, and is left with only a few hopeless mats. “Now I just need to trim these out and we are set for now. Do not move, these are sharp.” Reaching over to the rack he scoops up the scissors and carefully pulls up one of the mats. Wrapping a hand around the boy's forehead he pulls him back against his chest to help him keep still as he snips the three tangled masses from the now pristine hair. Once he is done he sets the scissors down and picks the boy up again. 'He is so tired' He muses, slipping into his own robe before wrapping one around the slick body in his arms.
Moving quickly he scoops up the blood soaked trousers and makes his way back to their room. Dropping the rags by the fire pot he moves a chair close to it's warmth and sets James down in it. Using the sleeves from the robe he does his best to dry his hair before doing his own and letting out a sigh. Picking the boy up once more he leaves the robe on the chair and pulls the covers back with his foot, settling the young man on the clean sheets. Moving back to the chair to settle his own robe on the back of the chair Dorian crosses back to the bed and climbs in with a groan on contentment. “Now you may sleep little one.” he murmurs, settling on to his back with his arms up under the pillows. Slipping one hand down he pulls the covers up to just above the bottom of his ribcage, relishing the cool evening air mixed with the heat from the fire. His arm slides back under the pillow and he gets comfortable.
Oki doki *Waits patiently*
No problem. I'm patient. Just ask me 18 other RP partners :P
Not the most creative start, but then again, it was just a start :P
With a chuckle Seishu can't help but murmur, “Of course it worked, I'm the one who suggested it.” However his tone isn't arrogant or mocking, just very matter-of-fact. Humming lightly he reaches down, stroking his thumb over the symbol on the back of his hand. 'Two halves of a whole, but whole beings to begin with. I wonder how the powers worked that' Glancing up He replies softly. “I feel like I just got done with the best after party ever hosted, and came out on top.” The with a snort he adds, “Oh, and I've told Kaila a thousand times to stop copying me like that, but at the same time I have a standing rule that anyone can dress however they like, so I'm never going to win that argument.” A slow smile makes it's way to his lips. “However, I just imagined Rue dressed up just like you and I have to tell you, you two would make a sexy pair, heh.” He chuckles lightly as Enasi turns to leave and his smiles stays in place as Crios walks in with the gift bundle.
“Oh goody, just what I've always wanted, a Rue all of my own.” The sarcasm is thick in his voice but none the less he suppresses his energy and helps him get comfy on the bed. Tucking a pillow under his head covered in a soft little mop he grabs one of the new blankets and drapes it over the small figure. As the Doc speaks a curious expression crosses the Nightmare Guardian's face and he turns his questioning eyes towards the rather amused looking dream. He only growls lightly when Crios prods at his shoulder wound. 'He's got that “I'm a professional” look in his eye. Wait, did he say what I think he did?' A rather odd expression creeps on to his face and he acts automatically when Crios asks him to remove his pants. His leg wound protests, but after the pain killers and the dose of Dream Guardian dark side he barely feels it.
He simply shakes his head, looking over at Enasi as more and more thoughts pour through his head. 'This, should be entertaining. I might even be able to see that frightened look on my dear counterpart's face again. . .' Waving his hand over the hole in his pants he spares a bit of energy to repair them before pulling them back on. Crios gives him a disapproving look and he just looks back with the vaguely blissful and mischievous look taking up residence on his face. When the doctor finishes explaining himself Seishu can't help but add in a quite, as to not wake the sleeping boy, but sarcastically grand none the less, “Yes, indeed, oh protector of the ream! Come, lay hands on me and may I be healed!” He laughs silently and doesn't even snap at Crios when the tailed man smacks him in the back of the head and mutters that he's being silly.
“I swear, you have a way of making things sound indecent even when there was no intention of it, don't you?” Crios inquires and Seishu simply smiles back at him. “I had the feeling. . . However, stop trying to tease people here, especially your equal. You are just lucky that Lord Enasi is nice enough to let you stay here where the best medical care is available at all times. He could have set you up in a house outside the walls where I would have to commute.” Rolling his eyes Seishu looks back to Enasi and waits patiently.
“Oh goody, just what I've always wanted, a Rue all of my own.” The sarcasm is thick in his voice but none the less he suppresses his energy and helps him get comfy on the bed. Tucking a pillow under his head covered in a soft little mop he grabs one of the new blankets and drapes it over the small figure. As the Doc speaks a curious expression crosses the Nightmare Guardian's face and he turns his questioning eyes towards the rather amused looking dream. He only growls lightly when Crios prods at his shoulder wound. 'He's got that “I'm a professional” look in his eye. Wait, did he say what I think he did?' A rather odd expression creeps on to his face and he acts automatically when Crios asks him to remove his pants. His leg wound protests, but after the pain killers and the dose of Dream Guardian dark side he barely feels it.
He simply shakes his head, looking over at Enasi as more and more thoughts pour through his head. 'This, should be entertaining. I might even be able to see that frightened look on my dear counterpart's face again. . .' Waving his hand over the hole in his pants he spares a bit of energy to repair them before pulling them back on. Crios gives him a disapproving look and he just looks back with the vaguely blissful and mischievous look taking up residence on his face. When the doctor finishes explaining himself Seishu can't help but add in a quite, as to not wake the sleeping boy, but sarcastically grand none the less, “Yes, indeed, oh protector of the ream! Come, lay hands on me and may I be healed!” He laughs silently and doesn't even snap at Crios when the tailed man smacks him in the back of the head and mutters that he's being silly.
“I swear, you have a way of making things sound indecent even when there was no intention of it, don't you?” Crios inquires and Seishu simply smiles back at him. “I had the feeling. . . However, stop trying to tease people here, especially your equal. You are just lucky that Lord Enasi is nice enough to let you stay here where the best medical care is available at all times. He could have set you up in a house outside the walls where I would have to commute.” Rolling his eyes Seishu looks back to Enasi and waits patiently.
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