Sanctuary's Reality [O/A] [SEMI-LIT] Walk-in's welcome

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[Layalas]

x x x x || уυυтα || x x see me now x x

ρєσρℓє ѕαу тнαт ℓ ι ƒ є ιѕ тнє тнιηg, вυт ι ρяєƒєя яєα∂ιηg ~ and h e r e is where surprises hide ~

Yuuta didn't move at all when Amaranth attached herself to him. He had been completely expecting the move, bracing his muscles in all the right places to remain standing in the pinicle of correct posture. It would have been unheard of to look so undignified in the presense of such a welcomed guest.

"A pleasure, LaMont-san." Repeated Yuuta, addressing LaMont by name as was custom. If it could be helped, Yuuta went without using names. They brought a certain element to identification that Yuuta was often uneasy with though he could not fathom why. So many people went with the same names as others it seemed like such a bad way to organise the world. There should be a distinct uniqueness about the name, such as with library books. Whilst many titles may be the same {or similar at least} the identification codes were 100% unique in absolutely every single way and that made it perfect.

"If you are at all curious, I am the Librarian of this household. 99% of the time I can be found in the library, either behind the desk, sorting books or playing on the piano I keep there." The brunette turned to Amaranth, his light smile playing its friendly tune on his face. "I shall see to it LaMont-san is properly settled and I shall not tarry." He looked up again, addressing LaMont mostly but still directing some of it to Amaranth. "The Library becomes quite lonely without me."

"Well now," Announced Yuuta, turning towards the door and walking up to the top step. "As you appear so fond your of luggage, shall we be off?" He motioned to the house with a backwards swish of his hand. Move only the hand and not the arm ~ it's all a wrist actions. He repotioned his brooch quickly before standing to the side with his arms crossed behind his back, feet evenly spaced. The perfect gentleman as his parents might've said.

[Austaris]

LaMonts right eye twitched slightly, a minute nervous tick in resemblance, as Amaranth flung herself at Yuuta. Raiquen was nervous around children, he always felt awkward around them, not having had much a successful social life in his own child hood.
Indeed, being stabbed just below the kidnies by a girl just a little younger than Amaranth looked, he wasn't feeling particulaly relaxed right now and welcomed Yuuta's company.

LaMont's interest was piqued by the mention of the Library, an area he always felt comfortable in and hopefully one where he could get some peace and quiet if he felt like it. A building like this would probably have a rather expansive Library. All the better, in his opinion.

At the offer of being escorted to his room by Yuuta, rather than Amaranth, Isodor smiled and nodded towards Yuuta, "Directions would suffice under normal circumstances, and I would not think to trouble one of the household for an escort, Sir, but the company would be much appreciated," he commented, shifting the weight of his luggage a bit, feeling awkward slightly as the realisation dawned that he probably should have let one of two carry his things as it appeared to be the custom here, but too stubborn and polite to got back on his choice, " And I would welcome the chance to talk about the library here. I would love the chance to pay a visit later, should I have the chance." he finished, moving forwards into the building at Amaranth's and Yuuta's requests.

[hahayouvebeenjacked]

X_____Amaranth_____Von_____Kreeps_____X

There are some people who live in a dream world
And there are some who face reality
And then there are those who turn one into the other.

What a sad day this turned out to be. Seems to Amaranth as if the young gentlemen has taken a liking to her brother. All the more joy to mess around with his mind later on. Humans were so easy to read at times like these. But for now, respect was in order. Just like her brother. Yuuta will do well to keep the guest company till everything was set up.

"If you two will excuse me, I shall see if everything is set up for the guest." As they entered the house, she quickly made her way into the dark hallway before darkness engulfed her. The girl will leave everything to her brother. It's best not to be picky about food. Yet. Humming a small tune, her heels clicked against the floor, she was heading towards the kitchen.

Her family seems to be having a hard time setting up quickly. Everything is supposed to be set up before the guests arrived but they were behind schedule. "Wonder where did Lucy go?" she muttered, stopping in the middle of the hallway and pondered. She was always found in the kitchen but...this morning she was not. It was strange to see her out and about, in her opinion atleast. Ignoring such thoughts, she pushed pass the swinging doors and entered the dining room before entering the kitchen. "Lucy?"

[Layalas]

x x x x || уυυтα || x x see me now x x

ρєσρℓє ѕαу тнαт ℓ ι ƒ є ιѕ тнє тнιηg, вυт ι ρяєƒєя яєα∂ιηg ~ and h e r e is where surprises hide ~

Yuuta smirked inwardly at LaMont open desire to hold Yuuta as company. He was civil yes, but if he should be a thought for food then Yuuta was one of the last anyone wanted. To Yuuta the meal was a sought after delicacy and should be savoured in the best of ways; this, of course, made it much more of an ordeal for the one going through the procedure but by that point it was long past pleasantries anyway.

He watched Amaranth leave, rolling his shoulders slightly after she had disappeared. All the guests present seemed to be accounted for at the moment. Such a shame for his little sibling. The brunette pondered over how the twins were fairing, coming astutely to the conclusion it would be best to be more concerned for whoever they had disignated as a play mate. Things ticked in his head, worming their way around the little throbbing pulse in the back of his head and throat. Ah yes, that was there wasn't it? For a little while he'd almost forgotten it was there, though that would be strange. Living with the little throb for so many many years meant he found the thought of being without it for lengthy periods of time strange.

"If it is company you would desire, LaMont-san, then it is company you shall have." He watched LaMont walk in and followed, motioning the door shut behind him. The brunette was tempted to make sure the male had removed his shoes, however, he remembered that wasn't how things were done here. Ah, that simply shows how long I haven't been to this door.

"This way, if you please." The route was a simple one, though not as close to the library as LaMont would maybe have liked. In fact, they started off travelling in the opposite direction. "The library really is a wonderful place in my opinion. Though I suppose you might expect that from myself." He looked over to LaMont as they walked.

"Tell me, what kind of hobbies does LaMont-san partake in?" The smallest of glints shone in his eyes, a kind of sly joke with himself possibly, as he smiled once again. His curiousness as to what others thought was bearing through. One does gain such an inqusitous mind from books. "And if you do not mind my asking, what is your opinion of my dear sibling?"

[Austaris]

Isodor nodded politely, setting off in the direction that Yuuta indicated, though tried to keep level with his guide, not wanting to get lost in the Mansion.
Yuuta seemed interested in what hobbies he, Isodor, was interested in, which to him was an easy question to answer,
"Well, the most obvious answer to that would be, I play the Violin," he said, gesturing with the Violin case in his hand, " I also enjoy good company and conversations, relaxing in the library. I find books fascinating, though I would never hope to write one myself..." he explained, thoughts straying back to his home, the folder of short stories and poetry that lay in a drawer, "other than that, I do martial arts." he finished, an offhand manner.
He didn't think Yuuta would be interested in Martial Arts, Oxford style, but he wanted to be perfectly honest with his host, and that was part of his answer.
LaMont paused in his mind, considering his answer.
Should he be truthful, or dishonest?
His Mother had always taught him to be honest so, shrugging to himself, he decided to be honest,
"I am rather nervous around younger children, such as Lady Amaranth. Bad experiences in the past with them, I am afraid..." he muttered, wondering how much he should reveal, "But she seems to be a nice enough person, and I have no quarrel with her." A truthful answer. In every sense.
She was nice.
A little strange and hyper active in appearance.
But nice enough.

[Layalas]

x x x x || уυυтα || x x see me now x x

ρєσρℓє ѕαу тнαт ℓ ι ƒ є ιѕ тнє тнιηg, вυт ι ρяєƒєя яєα∂ιηg ~ and h e r e is where surprises hide ~

Yuuta listened carefully to what LaMont said, taking ever so careful notes and pointers, locking them away in his head for another time of day. So there was a muscian amongst them. Or at least, another to add to the mix. Yuuta played Piano after all and to a point Chris counted as a musician. His skill with a mixing board seemed evident thought Yuuta could never grasp exactly how the object worked. The spinning and dials and flashing lights were far too complex, unecessaily so. There was no sense of hard craftmanship in that thing; not like there was in a piano or cello or viola...

"A very diverse range." Commented Yuuta, taking another turn through the corridor, silently counting to himself the rooms as they went by. "Martial arts must prove useful." He looked over at LaMont once again, taking yet another assessment. He was proving to be quite the person. Yuuta would have to get the boy to play some time, see how good he was. The brunette hadn't heard his debut at the entrance because LaMont had already packed it away when Yuuta had appeared.

He chuckled lightly when LaMont explain his opinion of Amaranth. Ah how her appearance did tease. He often thought it such a shame that she remained seeming so young. In the right essence of things she was such a marvellous little character.

"Amaranth is older than she may seem." Returned Yuuta, winking knowingly at his current companion. Companion, partner, current associate... so many different words floated through Yuuta's head as to what he could say. Even now the translation from japanese to english sometimes riddled him. "It must have been some occurance indeed to have such a dislike for younger persons. Much past the general feeling of annoyance of loud voices and nagging tone that people associate with that younger generation."

"Your room, LaMont-san." Yuuta opened the door on his left and stood to the side to let LaMont view where he would be staying. It seemed like such a jump from walking to suddenly being at the correct place. Yuuta must not have been paying much attention to the corridor again. Distances seemed to fly when you stoped counting. "Have you any requests I may post to the room attendants?" First order of business, make the guests as comfortable as they possibly could be. Give them no chance to feel restless at all. Lulling them into their false sense of security was the first step of the fun.

[Austaris]

LaMont wandered the halls following Yuuta, dropping back a step so they he could memories the route, or at least attempt to, without losing sight of his host.
"I has come in use in the past..." Isodor muttered distractedly, passing his gaze of the features on the walls. He didn't want to get lost, " And yes, I suppose you could say it was quite an occurance..."
Small talk was not something that he was used to, so LaMont was enjoying the company, despite his preoccupation with where he was goings.
Upon arriving at his room, he paused, running back through the halls in his mind.
"My apologies if I was poor company, Sir, I was attempting to remember the way...Your House is rather...expansive," perring around Yuuta, LaMont saw his room, "No requests, thank you sir. Except directions to your library? I would love to catch up later, when I am not so preoccipied with remembering directions, if that is alright with you?"

[Layalas]

x x come f i n d me x x x x x x || уυυтα || x x x x x x x x x x

ρєσρℓє ѕαу тнαт ℓ ι ƒ є ιѕ тнє тнιηg, вυт ι ρяєƒєя яєα∂ιηg ~ x and h e r e is where surprises h i d e x ~

Yuuta was not entirely sure what it was LaMont was apologising for. A guest could never be poor company, however, if LaMont wanted to apologise then Yuuta was no one to tell him otherwise. People had reasons for doing what they did and after a certain point it was simply easier to allow them to do what they will.

"You wish for directions to my dwelling?" Quiered Yuuta, chuckling lightly as he always did. Yuuta never bellowed his laughter. Whilst you could forever hear the fun that was embedded within it, the laughs were always somewhat quiet, short and to a certain extent held a certain amount of sophistication about them. Sometimes, depending on how the world was feeling, you could hear the slightly tone of mocking within his life but as he had nothing he was mocking within the confines of his own little mind currently, there was no mockery to be heard. No, not even in the slightest section of little fragile hope that hoarded itself away in any little corner it could find.

"Simply a left and a left and a right." He picked up where he'd left off, again playing with his jacket and collar {a habit of always looking as presentable as possible}, "Simply walk whilst keeping distination in mind and you will be perfectly fine."

The male turned to walk away and looked back one last time.
"I do look forward to seeing you again, LaMont-san." He bowed forward slightly, keeping eye contact with LaMont at all times, and placing his hand over his chest as he had done before. Then he walked away, not a single backwards glance nor a real sense of appriciating the walls he walked past. To a point you could argue Yuuta didn't travel anywhere other than the library because the rest of the house was somewhat annoyed with him. He spent so much time giving such attention to the library and simply walked past the rest of the house only giving a backwards glance when his name had been called. It didn't hate him of course, it could never do that.

Who could ever bring themselves to hate lovely little Yuuta after all?

[hahayouvebeenjacked]

X_____Amaranth_____Von_____Kreeps_____X

There are some people who live in a dream world
And there are some who face reality
And then there are those who turn one into the other.

Another one to the dust. Closing the book shut, Amaranth let out a bored sigh. Seems everyone was busy and not really needing to be told twice on their duties. Amaranth impatiently sat on one of the armchairs located in the end of the library. Time was passing by too slowly for her to endure.

Yuuta was also taking his sweet time with the guest as well. Not that she can blame the man. The guest comes first before anything. Another wave of pain rippled throughout her body. She was growing more famished by the day. These pangs of hunger were driving her insane. She wasn't the youngest but because she ceased to age, her body was still acitng as if sixteen. Thus, she must regularly feed. Unlike her siblings, she can only control herself for so long. And this boredom was not helping the young female.

A scowl appeared in her features as she threw the book behind her. "Damn this wait!" she shouted as she bolted off the seat. Amaranth crossed her arms and pouted. She was the only one not attending to her duties for the lack of arriving guests. And their current guests were either fondling her siblings, napping, and barely accomadating themselves. Humans can be so slow. Was she like this as well before arriving here? Let out a strained sigh, she walked over to where the book lay and kneeled down to pick it up. Yuuta might not like his books being mishandled.

How someone can have an obssession with anything was beyond her, but it seemed rather nice. The child needed a hobby to kill time.

[Austaris]

Isodor nodded in silent reply to Yuuta's musing. He did wish to head to the Library later, especially as it didn't seem there were any other guests yet.
"A left, a left and a right..." he repeated, glancing away from his room and towards Yuuta, bowing slightly in return as Yuuta bent, hand on chest and bid farewell, " Thank you for the directions. I look forward to seeing you later. "
Yuuta wandered off, returning to his beloved library, LaMont presumed, as he stood there examining the door.
Strange carvings...Were the themes the same on every door in the building?
He hadn't stopped to check the previous doors.
It would give him something to do later.
"Ah well...I suppose I should check the room. Get unpacked at least." he mused to himself, placing his suitcase on the floor to open the door in front of him.
The room was equisite, ornate. "As expected." he said with a chuckle picking up his luggage and wandering into the room, nudging the door closed with his foot as he entered.
He was still a bit tense about the place, but the company of Yuuta had put Isodor at ease a little.

[Layalas]

x x come f i n d me x x x x x x || уυυтα || x x x x x x x x x x

ρєσρℓє ѕαу тнαт ℓ ι ƒ є ιѕ тнє тнιηg, вυт ι ρяєƒєя яєα∂ιηg ~ x and h e r e is where surprises h i d e x ~

Yuuta walked briskly. He twisted and he turned and turned again. The librarian had opted for taking the long way home, simply because his legs had said they wanted the exercise. You would have thought, what with putting book after book after endless book away, that his legs felt exercised enough. Maybe they wanted a chance to ache? Who knew? Yuuta never thought to question the matter.

Soon enough he chanced again upon the library door. The door was as normal, closed, a house rule being that you did not leave the library door open because it looked untidy. He went in and looked about to see if anyone had been in whilst he had been away. Yuuta had expected to see nothing different; instead he saw a new addition to the floor. Amaranth standing with the book in her hands, over by the leather seats. What a wondrous occurance this was.

"Amaranth, my dear," he called happily, walking over to join his sibling. "It has been all of five minutes since I spied upon you last. Such a pleasure indeed." He came up to her and did his normal bow, fixing his little brooch as he came up again. The librarian took one of the girls hand and went to kiss it, delicate in his touch and slow in his action as he always was when dealing with skin. "What brings you to my humble abode?" He asked. He lifted his head a centimetre or two and tilted it up to be able to look at her correctly.

He was also curious what book she had chosen to spend her time with, but he could ask that a little later. It was, after all, unheard of to bombared your company with too many questions all at once. Needless to say it was also slightly rude to take ones hand without it being offered, but Yuuta was feeling ever so slightly pushy now after the scent of fresh meat had passed by him. He found self restrained such a bother at times, but the hand of discipline bound him as tightly as ever.

[hahayouvebeenjacked]

X_____Amaranth_____Von_____Kreeps_____X

There are some people who live in a dream world
And there are some who face reality
And then there are those who turn one into the other.

Needless to say, Amaranth was not expecting Yuuta to return to the library so soon, even though she was impatient for him to arrive. Allowing him to kiss her hand, as was his custom at times. Luckily for her, she lived during the years of formal greeting, not that she enjoyed much of it. The girl tightly grasp the large book in her hand and frowned.

"It is the lack of guests that drives me uneasy and impatient," her tone drenched in irritation, "Nothing but boredom and even this book ceased to entertain me." It wasn't everyday that Amaranth read, and when she does, she does not stop until she is ordered to do something or she has the need to walk around. Reading while walking was something the young female did not enjoy doing. It always lead to stumbling over something or knocking down objects.

"Yuuta," Amaranth's golden brown eyes glazed over her brother in frustration, "How is it that you manage to keep yourself control and calm in this wait? Especially with such tasty morsels so near." Her tongue darted out to lick her lips, suddenly feeling dry and in the need to be moisterized. Another pang of hunger spreaded through out her body, however, it was no different than the last time. Just...vexatious.

[Layalas]

x x come f i n d me x x x x x x || уυυтα || x x x x x x x x x x

ρєσρℓє ѕαу тнαт ℓ ι ƒ є ιѕ тнє тнιηg, вυт ι ρяєƒєя яєα∂ιηg ~ x and h e r e is where surprises h i d e x ~

Yuuta let go of Amaranths hand and stood up correctly, arms crossed in front of him. It must have been some boredom if not even a book good give her suitable amusement. In the whole history of existing, Yuuta had only been failed to be entertained by his paper companions a total of three times. Once had been some decades ago during a family reunion and the others had been whilst he'd been waiting for particular guests to arrive in his library. The librarian had been feeling particularly edgy on those days and they had been during his more early years in any case.

"How do I control myself as I do?" He repeated, scanning the ceiling way above him as he did, running one finger slowly across his chin. "A very good question if I ever did hear one..." He smiled lightly and closed his eyes, turning to begin walking his circles around his younger sibling.

"One point could be age and experience I suppose, but there are those who are elder than I and have less control than you." He opened his eyes now, looking at Amaranth as he took his pacings. There was no set reason as to why he decided to walk, but walk he did. The controlled action helped him think around such a complex explanation of how he could be as he was. "It could simply be the sheer amount of discipline that I have been put under that not even the want for such a wondrous delicacy can overcome it."

He stopped behind her,stepped forward, leaning into the little crook of her neck and blowing softly at the back of her ear.
"The little throb is still there of course. The little lust for the feel of soft skin and tender juices. The heat when every little last bit comes together and then the fun truly begins to happen. A magnificent prospect to look forward to, wouldn't you say?" A sly, mischievous grin crept upon his features, pictures forming in his brain as to how things could happen this time.

[I_dont_live_here]

...you can call me Christopher.
You can call me Christina...

The two were like peas in a pod. Never alone, never lost. They walked and talked as though they were normal, but where one went, the other followed. What mysterious force, designed these beings. Guess we'll never know, but you'll be seeing..

He was so rough that it truly did take her breath away. Her back arched and she slid herself against him even more, if that was possible. Her hands tightened on his shoulders before snaking around his neck. One hand moved into his red hair were she forced him closer to her. Her lips moved gently before parting. Her tongue snaked into to meet his. What he didn't know though..was that it wasn't the drink that would drug him. It was her. She secreted a natural intoxicating, addicting drug from her tongue. He would soon be finding out the effects of it too. It would only take a couple of moments for it to start to soak into his blood stream. The mouth was a great portal for this. She had accomplished this feat many times as well.

Soon after he begin to feel woozy. She would offer him the drink and he would most likely drink it. If not she would assure him when he woke up that he had indeed drank the liquid and was the cause of his indiscretion. She pulled away slowly and motioned with a finger to Chris. Chris wanting things to happen just as bad as herself, swooped in to hold the man up. His hands gently snaking around the others waist and drawing him backwards. His hot breath suddenly on the back of the others neck as he tried to keep himself from immediately grinding into the man he held.

Chrissy turned and grabbed the drink all the while smiling like hell. "Here you go.." She said speaking slowly for she knew that the drug would already be in effect and there would be possible echo's. How delightful to add another drug on top of the poison or toxin. "Drink up..mmm Drinky drinky.." she said forcing the cup to his lips and tilting it slightly.

[Austaris]

Isodor wandered around the room, a shirt folded over his arm. He had been unpacking his clothing that he had packed for his stay, but had gotten distracted by the ornamentation around the room.
The paintings that adorned the walls were fascinating, if a little disturbed in the imagery.
Angels and Daemons. Religious imagery painted in a menacing fashion such as these always fascinated LaMont, although these ones were particulaly sinister and disturbed him slightly. Possibly why it attracted his attention so.
"Strange taste these people have...I wonder if it is the same all over the house." he muttered, chuckling to himself as he went back to putting his clothes away. It was impossible to deny that the paintings were fantastic, well done with a perfect blend of colours and shades, but a bit macabre as a decor maybe.
The clothing didn't take long to unpack, and only took up a single set of drawers in the expansive room, leaving the rest of it bare and alien.
"Time to take a wander..." LaMont muttered, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck feeling a little uncomfortable in the room, "Which way was it to the Library? A left, a left and a right...?" he mused, questioning his memory as he left the room, orienting himself to follow the directions and casting his gaze over the carvings on the door.
"Angels and Daemons again, interesting..." the engravings depicted Angels fleeing Daemons and having their wings torn off, falling into a chasm presumably to Hell, "The fallen Angels, joining the ranks under Lucifer, perhaps...?" he mused, tracing his fingers lightly over the wood.
Once again, exquisitely done, the detail so fine it was hard to believe that it could have been done, so impossible to comprehend that such beauty could have been moulded from the cold grasp of a machine.
"Maybe Yuuta can shed some light on the decor..." he muttered to himself, turning and wandering down the hall, sliding his eyes over the paintings, marking ones in his mind that he wanted to go and examine in more detail later.
Right now, he had decided to go and visit Yuuta in the library, and was taking his Violin with him, in case the Librarian fancied listening, or if not, so he could go out to the estate grounds and play.