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 Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 9:09 pm
 Placing the bowl in the sink he went to the cupboard as he was directed- opening it up and shifting through the different teas. he didn't really know what half of it was seeing as the tea back home was distinguished by what was in it and was always loose leaf. Once he had pulled out what he was looking for he looked to Gregory again- smiling a bit to himself when he suggested he hammock. "I think sleeping inside is better. The climate is cooler here, and unless I've had a spat with one of my parents, I tend to sleep inside as well" He mused- or if he knew that Sikari and Dorian were in a mood, then he knew to stay away all night and most of the morning- seeing as it would take them that long to clean themselves up. He could at least figure out how to boil water for more tea- moving about the kitchen slowly- figuring out how to use things-luckily he did have some of this stuff back home thanks to Dorian. After boiling some water- he waited a minute or two to let it cool, not wanting to steep the tea in water that was too hot. He managed to sniff out a tea pot and a new cup, smiling with satisfaction as he put the tea into the hot water to steep. "So! If you can, try to finish this whole pot before you go to bed! And in the morning have another pot with lemon in it" He stated as he walked over, placing the teapot and the cup down on the table. "I can carry it for you. If you'd show me where I'm sleeping first, and then I can follow you to your room and drop it off for you." He stated- finding this to be a completely natural thing... he liked taking care of others- he had a habit of doting on people like Sikari did.
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 9:46 pm
 
Greg listened to the male and nodded occasionally, when the tea was done he figured it was best he not put it on his lap and risk spilling it. "Very well, follow me," He replied as he started to wheel himself down the hall where they soon entered the hall with some of the bedrooms. He opened one and showed where Sorrel would be staying as it was a nice big bedroom as guests were treated very well when they came to visit. "This is where you can sleep tonight. I'll be awake in the morning informing my parents of your visit and that way they won't panic to seeing a stranger in their home. And next door is my bedroom," He wheeled himself to the next door and opened it and wheeled himself inside his bedroom.
Pointing at the night stand by his bed he added, "You can put the cup there." He then wheeled over ot the bed. "Good night, see you in the morning," Greg looked at him and nodded as he then started to haul himself off of the wheel chair as he used his whole upper body to get up on the bed. Despite being sick and looking fragile he still got up easily and started to push himself back to relax on his pile of pillows. Gertrude would come in later to give him his pj's which he always insisted on putting on himself. He liked doing things independently after all.
"My servant Gertrude will come in and hand you some clothes for you to sleep in and have your clothes cleaned," He nodded and waited for Sorrel to say any last comments before leaving.
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 10:11 pm
The dark haired male followed along behind Greg, holding the teapot and cup as he was shown his room, and then followed the other male to his own bedroom. He put down the tea cup and poured the male some tea, then placed the pot down next to it. "Well.. Goodnight then- thank you again for letting me stay." He voiced, smiling at the male as he turned to leave, stopping at the door when he spoke of Gertrude, though he didn't really mind sleeping in his clothes...perhaps it wasn't normal here. "Mm... alright, See you in the morning" he stated, before he slipped out of the room and back to the guest room he was shown to just minutes before. It didn't take long for Gertrude to show up and give him some clothes- though he kind of disregarded the shirt and simply wore the bottoms he was given- he didn't like sleeping with a shirt on- it got too hot. he placed the necklaces he wore on the bed side table, not bothering to remove his earrings. Gertrude came back momentarily to take his clothes to have them laundered and then he was left alone. A big sigh tore from the males lips as he sat cross legged on the bed- finding it to be strangely soft. He wasn't used to the mattresses that they had here. "Sorry Dad..." He murmured under his breath, a slight frown tugging at his lips. He knew he should be out there looking for Dorian but... He wanted to help Gregory. The plants loved him, and he seemed like a good person. Plus this world still fascinated him so he wanted to stay a bit longer. With that the male plopped over, tugging the blankets over himself and rolling on to his side- falling asleep after a few minutes. Sorrel stirred fairly early in the morning- waking up to a knock on his door. It was Gertrude with what looked like some very fitted clothing- a suit for him to wear. He'd seen people walking around in suits before- and was somewhat hesitant to put it on but... well, he didn't want to leave some kind of bad impression. He thanked her as she placed the clothing on a chair before the door, and excused herself, leaving him alone once more so he could change. He searched his memory as to how the men he'd seen wore the suit, managing to actually put himself together quite well. After he'd tucked in the dress shirt and pulled on the belt he'd been given he heard a knock on the door and Gertrude let herself back in. "I need to fix up your hair." She stated simply, leading him to a chair in front of a mirror where she had him sit down. He didn't think anything was wrong with his hair but he let her have her way either- finding that he didn't really like the smell of the products she put in his hair to keep it tamed and stylized, but he didn't kick up a fuss. Once she was done and satisfied she smiled at him and excused herself, apparently quite happy with what she had just done. Sorrel took a moment to inspect himself... it was strange to see how much a hair style could change the way he looked. he liked it, but he could never really see himself taking the time to style it himself. After picking up the coat he noticed that there was also a tie in a deep red color- which of course he had no idea how to tie it himself and he pursed his lips. "Huh..." He murmured, knowing he'd need help with this and so he simply walked out into the hall, letting the voices of the plants bombard him again... So Gregory was back in his room- good to know. He knocked on Gregory's door lightly- waiting until he was given the okay to enter, before he opened up the door and let his gaze fall upon the other male. "So.. I don't know how to tie this thing" He stated, holding up the tie sheepishly. Closing the door behind him as he entered the room. "Might I ask for a bit of assistance" He added with a soft chuckle- a slightly shy smile gracing his lips. It wasn't often he had to ask for help- but this was something he had never learned about. Sorrel had made sure to leave his necklaces in the other room, though he'd refused to take out his earrings- he had gotten them for his eighteenth birthday from Sikari and rarely was he seen without them.
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 10:44 pm
Like Sorrel, Gregory had unique and alluring eyes. His eyes glanced into the eyes of the other male for a moment as he didn't speak and his eyes were locked with his while his hands worked quickly, already half way done with doing his tie without really looking. Finally he looked away from the other male and finished with the tie. Pulling the collar back down he smoothed his shirt a bit before sitting back and nodding. "Done."
He looked up at Sorrel before wheeling around him and left the room. He went and checked to make sure breakfast was almost done. Then the sound of the door opening caught his attention. He rolled himself back and wheeled out of the kitchen, into the living room and toward the front door. His mother and father walked in as they had a package with them as he guessed that was a present for him. Not that he ever asked for a present.
Spotting him, his mother smiled and greeted him with a kiss on the forehead and his father giving a nod. They had a rather idle conversation about the traveling they had done but finally his mother asked about the guest. His parents looked a bit concerned but also surprised that he had a guest. As far as they knew it, Greg had no friends.
"Come meet him," Greg simply said as he lead them back into the kitchen where he hoped Sorrel was waiting. Once inside he introduced everyone. "Mother, father, this is Sorrel, my guest. And Sorrel this is my mother and father."
"Pleased to meet you young man," His mother smiled as she nodded as his father did the same and shook Sorrels' hand. His mother took into account how handsome he looked. "It's just so nice to see that Gregory has found a friend." She smiled but her smile faltered a bit as she cleared her throat and excused herself and left.
Her comment had caused Greg to narrow his eyes at her. His parents meant well...but they tended to mess up a lot. Twenty-two...well twenty-three years and they were still unsure how to raise a disabled child...and now that child was a grown man. They were at a loss. After two miscarriages, his parents had given up on having children. Even though it was sad to see that they could not have more children, it hurt more to know that they were left with a useless son. That thought alone brought a soft sight to pass through his lips. His eyes softened and he looked down and wheeled himself out into the garden. To him, his garden helped soak away his sorrows. He didn't meant to leave Sorrel in the kitchen alone, but for a moment he felt like he was trapped in this world alone.
By now his father had left as he had joined his wife as the two would be getting ready for the party that would start in the afternoon as Gertrude was already getting to work on the meals.
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 10:58 pm
Sorrel did as he was told, smiling a bit from the compliment- well, if Gregory said it suited him then he would believe him- even though he found his appearance to be a bit odd... Then again this was normal here. Sorrel didn't mind the eye contact one but- his eyes warm, another trait he had inherited from Sikari. Once Gregory was done he straightened- pulling the jacket on for the suit. "Thank you, Gregory." He voiced lightly, making his way to the kitchen as well. He heard the door open and voices float into the air but he decided to remain where he was, knowing that it was rude to simply show up and interrupt the conversation. His gaze darted to Gregory, and then his parents as he entered the kitchen and Sorrel put on a polite smile- shaking the mans hand as it was offered to him. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well" He replied evenly, keeping his mouth shut about the woman's comment, simply nodding when she excused herself. He could feel the shift on the mood in the room- knowing full well that the woman had said something she shouldn't have. After everyone had departed from the room, Sorrel decided to head out to the garden after Gregory. Clearing his throat softly to announce his presence, he walked over to Gregory, standing next to the male as he placed a hand gently on his shoulder. "She's wrong you know- You have hundreds of friends right here." He stated simply, looking over the garden fondly "Each and every plant here loves you." He continued, lifting his hand from Gregory's shoulder. "Ah... I forgot to say this earlier." He voiced, more to himself than to Gregory as he walked around the wheel chair to stand in front of Gregory. "I don't have a present for you, but everyone here and I, wish you a happy birthday. The plants are thankful that you were born- the person you are now."
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 11:40 pm
Soon they were back inside. It was around 5pm with the sun slowly setting for the day. The party had been going on for hours though after the cutting of the cake most would start to leave and head home. Relatives had come for the party along with friends of his parents. He hated them all. They would come greet him a happy birthday and either comment about how 'it must be dreadful to not have work' only for the husband to reply with a joke of 'say, wanna trade spots' like it was some form of joke. By now he just let them say whatever they wanted. At this point it was too exhausting to care. those that did'nt speak to him still gave him sympathetic looks.
By now Gregory had made his way to the bathroom where he always refused for any help. It took him a while but after about twenty minutes he came back out. He started to wheel himself back to the living room. Just as he got there his wheel got suck on a small crack though with the weight of him and his chair, the crack grew a bit wider and so it made it harder. Of course no one noticed yet and he would not bother asking any of them to help him. With a heavy sigh he shifted and was inching his way out of the crack. He was ready to get up and kick the wheel chair but of course he would be unable to do so. Just as he almost got out he had jerked his chair a bit too hard and he couldn't stop himself from falling over to the side. There was no ignoring the rather loud thud that happened when he fell along with his chair to the side.
It was both embarrassing and frustrating when it happened. Worse was the looks that he was probably getting now. There was some gasps as his mother rushed over to help him. He was already pushing himself off the ground as he was trying to pick his chair back up to set it up right so he could pull himself up but of course he was unable to do so. His frustration grew even more. His hands would push her hands away when she tried to help him put the chair up.
"J..just let me help you," She would whisper to him as she again tried to pick the chair up.
"Don't touch it! I can do it myself!" He said as he glared at her, fuming already as he pushed her a bit as she had no choice but to take a step back. She sighed heavily and waited as if this was a regular thing and that Gregory would eventually give up and then he'd submit and let her, his father or Gertrude help.
Gregory also knew this. He knew that she was waiting for him to give up and it only angered him more. He grabbed one useless leg and moved it and did so with the other so he could be in a better position. Grabbing the wheel chair he grabbed it and started to put all his strength as he started to get it up right. Already sweat began to bead on his forehead since he wasn't exactly the healthiest individual in the room. Everyone had been watching as some went back to their conversations as if they didnt' care...which they probably didn't. Some wanted to help but clearly they too would meet resistance.
"Don't push yourself," His mother said with concern as she took a step forward but didn't intervene as Greg managed to sit his chair up right.
He let out heavy puffs as he exhausted himself. He had one arm on the seat as he was catching his breath first as he would try and lift himself back up to his chair. He would do it even if it took him all night. It was a good thing his back was facing everyone since no one would see his face. As he again tried to prop himself up on the chair, his body shook from using every muscle. His face showed determination but utter frustration as his frustrations formed into tears as he was desperately trying to just get himself up on the god damn chair.
By now he had given up. Finally his mother stepped in as she moved the chair a bit and with her help he sat back down but still faced away from everyone. She wheeled him away as she was well aware that he would not want to be seen. Instead she left him alone in the hallway as she went back to end the party.
"Thank you all for coming, I hope to see you for Easter!" She smiled and waved as all the guests started to leave. As they were leaving, he sat there and looked to the side where there was a table with pictures and a vase. All the pictures were of his parents, him or with them together. He reached over and grabbed one as he looked at it and came to a sudden realization. He looked at the others then back at the one in his hands where it was a picture of him and his parents. He gripped it in his hands.
"Gregory..." His mother sighed and walked over as she pulled him out closer to the lighted area. "Out of all the days...today you could have just let me help you quickly..."
"In other words your actions embarrassed yourself and us today. You need to get that ego of yours in check," His father interjected. It seemed that they all forgot that Sorrel was there. Perhaps it was because their interactions were so usual that nothing felt out of place and so Sorrel was currently not there...as rude as it was.
"An apology would do you good," he added as he crossed his arms.
Gregory had been staring down at the picture for a good time now. His fathers words began to make his blood boil. Finally he looked up as he looked at his parents, "Apology? For what? Embarrassing you? My actions didn't embarrass you. Your always embarrassed by this!" He gestured to his legs as well as the chair he sat on. He then faced the picture to them. "Every single picture...and none show my handi cap. Why? Because you can't stand to see it? You want to pretend I'm normal!" He threw the picture frame to the side and let it shatter against the wall.
"There's your apology," He glared and turned his chair and started to wheel himself away. Clearly leaving his parents speechless but wasn't this how their arguments always ended? Greg wheeled himself into his room as he sat in the middle of the room. He sat there imagining himself throwing and breaking everything but he couldn't even do that as he was trapped in his wheelchair. Trapped and with no chance to let his anger take a physical form. The only form it could take was tears but tears of more frustration and anger.
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2015 12:06 am
Sorrel simply nodded, following Gregory back a moment later, and the day seemed to simply pass him by. Soon it was time for the party and already he didn't like the people who filled the room. They were superficial and all they did was gossip. He seemed to draw the eye of a few of Gregory's relatives and got sucked into a few conversations, which he had to excuse himself from when ever he had the chance. He wanted to go to Gregory and chat with him, but he really did not have a chance, and when Gregory disappeared to go to the washroom he was left on his own. His gaze drifted to the male when he wheeled himself back in and he caught sight of the males predicament- however he was cut off by another relative wanting to chat him up. His brow furrowed when the wheel chair toppled over and his mother rushed to him- which of course Gregory didn't like. He held his ground and simply watched silently- though his hand twitched at his side- he wanted to get that woman away from him. She made him feel worse... Sorrel didn't like here, even if she was Gregory's mother. He was almost disappointed when Gregory gave in... she wasn't helping him, she was helping herself- her reputation. Finally when the guests were all gone- Sorrel moved into the hallway silently, not saying a word as him and his family fought- watching as Gregory threw the picture down- shattering the glass. After a moment he simply walked past Gregory's parents- obviously startling him as Gregory's mother reached out to stop him and Sorrel couldn't help but jerk his arm away from her- giving the woman a icy look that actually made her shudder and move closer to her husband- who didn't even look like he wanted to deal with the male after receiving such a look. "You people.... You're not fit to be his parents." He stated bluntly, before he continued along his way- not caring if he offended them or not. He didn't bother to knock as he let himself into Gregory's room- letting that icy demeanor slip away, though he didn't look at Gregory with any form of sympathy, In fact he wasn't even going to bring up what just happened quite yet. "Your throat, is it alright? I haven't heard you coughing much today." He stated as he walked in and simply took a seat on the edge of Gregory's bed. "Those people are pushy. I could barely get a word in and getting away was even harder...it's stifling." He breathed, lifting one hand to loosen the tie around his neck and another to swipe it through his hair. "You are going to walk." He stated suddenly, looking to Gregory with a level of intensity in his gaze. "And then you can leave this place behind, those people. They don't deserve to have someone like you around. You're above them." He added- letting his gaze slip to the window. "Sorry.... I shouldn't run my mouth but.. I find that I'm actually rather upset and I don't know if I have the right to be, not like you do."
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2015 12:23 am
Letting out a stifled laugh he let his hand fall back to the side as he looked over at the other male. "Have you ever been in a situation where you were at war with yourself? Have you ever been in love with someone you should never be in love with, someone who will never love you right? That's how it feels I guess. You want to be with them because you've come to accept who they are and you've grown used to their presence. But then you go and hate yourself intensely because you don't want to love them anymore. You want to go away from the pain because they cause you severe pain. But even deeper inside you crave that pain....all you want is to stay because at least you know that they still see you." He looked at the male and gave a rather broken smile. "Does that even make sense?" He laughed and shook his head.
"I have to remind myself that my life isn't a novel. It's not beautifully written. Nevertheless I may have reach the plot twist." He sat up straighter knowing he wasn't making too much sense. But at last he went on to say, "Very well. I will take you up on your offer from last night. I'll go with you." He was serious as he looked at Sorrel with seriousness and now all that was left was for Sorrel to agree and for them to figure out a way to leave this place.
The day was almost ending....and it was about now that Sikari had been given the letter since the man delivering it had a hawk with im and figured it'd be easier to send it the rest of the way to reach the island faster while he continued on his way to the island. He would reach it by midnight and so there were still hours to go.
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2015 12:30 am
Dorian's Demise
Dearest Sikari,
We have made it to Scotland in one peace. As predicted, Sorrel has learned quickly and seems to like the open sea's and he's already getting on my last nerve. Nevertheless we've made it safe and sound and should be back soon so that we can celebrate his birthday together as a family. I miss you tremendously...especially at night. Yeah, can't sleep without those moans of yours (in this part Sikari can probably imagine Dorian grinning). I've got a couple things I'm bringing back to you that I know you'll love and we have plenty of supplies to distribute to the villagers. Plus I got a barrel full of your favorite candy that will last you a good three years...unless you decide to devour it all. Don't do that, I like you slender and sexy like (another grin there). See you soon love!
You're beloved Captain.
P.S. So it might take just a bit longer. Don't be too worried but I misplaced Sorrel...technically YOUR son ran off and we're searching for him now. He's somewhere in Scotland...BUT DON'T WORRY MY LOVE! I will find him and we will get back to you soon! I promise!
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2015 12:53 am
Sorrel stayed where he was, watching Gregory as a sigh passed the males lips , listening to him speak. It filled him with sadness to hear this, and he knew he couldn't relate with him in this manner...but it did make sense- it really did. Sorrel merely nodded, perking up a bit when Gregory spoke of going with him. "Good." He stated, standing suddenly and leaving the room without a word- minutes later he came back in the attire he had show up in- a roguish smile on his lips. "Then I think it'd be better to leave now- when we have the chance." He stated simply, making his way over to Gregory's closet. "coat coat...ah! coat." he voiced, finding a jacket for Gregory. He then grabbed a few more articles of clothing for the male- to last him the journey and packed them up in a bag he found. With that he walked over to Gregory and held out the bag "Anything else you care to bring? Perhaps leave a note asking Gertrude to tend to the garden?" He simply waited for Gregory to do what he needed to do- before he popped open the males window- which conveniently led to the garden. "We will have to leave the way I came in if we want to go undetected." he muttered under his breath- knowing he'd have to take the wheel chair over the wall first, and then then go back for Gregory. "Do you know your way to the piers? Because I honestly have no clue how to get there- but that's where Pops will be" He stated- all of a sudden brimming with energy. This was in a sense was the equivalent of causing mischief and he definitely wanted to leave those parents of Gregory's distraught. Once he was sure they were ready to go he helped Gregory and the wheel chair outside- making their way to the wall. And then he went through the process of getting Gregory over the wall which did include a lot of balancing, acrobatics and carrying the other male in his arms. Once over the wall- and slightly winded from all the effort, he smiled broadly "Outside the wall- and free to do as you wish" He chimed- waiting on Gregory to tell him which way he was supposed to go. And with that their journey to the piers began- taking a little over an hour to get there, but the smell of salt water was a sure indicator that they were going the right way "I'm so dead" He mused as he walked along- spotting the ship in the distance- and already he could here someone shouting- saying that they had spotted him- most likely letting Dorian know. Once at the ship he looked up- they'd need to put down the ramp so he and Gregory could go up "Pops! I'm back" He called up, pursing his lips slightly as he waited for the males response.
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2015 12:55 am
Upon reading the letter
Sikari's Response.
I see.
See you soon Love.
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2015 9:19 pm
Dorian was in his private quarters as he was crossing out the places he had been to search for Sorrel and how he had not been there. He let out a heavy sigh and not only that but he looked over to see the letter Sikari sent back. The short, angry filled letter that sent shivered down his spine. "I'm going to kill him with my bare hands," He gritted his teeth as he sat down and let out a heavy sigh. Despite being incredibly pissed off at Sorrel fro running off, he was also very worried as he didn't know if Sorrel was hurt or being taken advantage by someone. There was also the fact that he still had the five years of being kept prisoners still in his head and how long it had felt when he could not be with Sikari. He didn't want to put him through that again nor himself. It was fresh in his mind and often haunted him which Sikari often watched him wake up during the night in a cold sweat. Prison wasn't a nice place...
Hearing a familiar voice, he looked up and quickly got up and rushed out to see Sorrel coming up on the boat. Never mind the boy in the wheel chair. The only thing that caught his attention was the fact that his son was back.
"Come here!" He said in a loud and stern voice, the one he typically used when Sorrel was in huge trouble. He pointed at the ground in front of him as Dorian waited for Sorrel to come over. He even narrowed his eyes and flashed his angry cold eyes at him.
Once Sorrel walked over to him, Dorian glared down at him. He didn't speak but instead he took in a deep breath and let out a heavy sigh, reaching out and pulling him into a tight hug. It was both to embarrass him but to also show how glad he was that he was okay. "Don't do that ever...EVER again...understood?" he whispered as he pushed the boy back gently and rubbed his head. Dorian smiled though his next words were dead serious, "Do it again and I might have to kill you." Even though he didn't mean it, it still sounded scary. He rubbed Sorrel's head and patted his shoulder.
"Not to mention that you got me in trouble too....now I'm not really looking forward to going home..." He let out another sigh as he shivered ever so slightly from the thought of Sikari greeting them with that charming smile because behind that smile was a demon ready to kill you. Not pretty. Sorrel knew that the only person Dorian was scared of was a pissed off Sikari.
Finally he spotted Gregory. "Uh...should I be concerned that you stole a person possibly?"
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Gregory had sat there and watched the two. At first he thought that Sorrel would get in a lot of trouble and get hurtful words yelled at him. Dorian had looked just as angry as his father tended to look too. He blinked and was a bit surprised that the man had shown something other than anger. It was at least good to know that Sorrel had a father who cared deeply for him. Just made him realize just how unfit his parents were. He was glad to be leaving them. Then when he was finally acknowledged he sat up straight and spoke quickly to correct the situation.
"Oh no I assure you I'm not stolen. Your son merely offered me something I couldn't refuse. A second chance of life I suppose. As you can tell I'm not exactly someone who can do a lot. And so I hope you will allow me to accompany you on your journey back home. If not then it's understandable." Greg looked at Dorian who had moved forward and looked down at him. After a long silent pause, the man had reached his hand out and introduced himself as the captain of this boat and Sorrel's father.
"Pleasure to meet you sir, my name is Gregory Acheson the III," He shook Dorian's hand but watched as Dorian had slowly pulled his hand away and a look of intrigue grew on his face.
"Acheson you say? How fascinating. Your father doesn't happen to be Gregory as well?" Dorian looked down at Greg with a slight smile.
"Yes, that is his name as well," He nodded as he wondered how Dorian knew that, then again his father had once sailed the sea's as a Naval officer a while ago and only recently had been retired.
"Hmm....will he miss you?"
"Perhaps. Not really sure to be honest. Might feel guilty that his crippled son is missing though," Greg gave a shrug and blinked when Dorian let out a boisterous laugh.
"Set sail!" Dorian said without really explaining why he laughed. Everyone then scrambled as they left the port and manned the dock. Dorian went over to the wheel as he looked over at Sorrel. "Take him to the first mates quarters. You two will stay there through the voyage back home. Wheelchairs don't do to well in a rocking boat so make sure you have him somewhere stable." With a nod he began to steer the ship home.
"Thank you," Gregory simply said as he followed Sorrel to wherever he would be staying through the voyage.
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2015 11:10 pm
The moment Sorrel laid eyes on his father he knew he was in trouble- in fact it took a great amount of discipline not to turn tail and run. He nearly winced when Dorian pointed to the floor in front of him, walking over hesitantly. He waited tensely for his father to yell at him, but instead he was pulled into a tight embrace- his muscles relaxing a bit at that. He simply nodded- stepping back when Dorian let him do "Promise,I won't go running off like that again." He muttered, truly a bit embarrassed by that little scene but he didn't mind it too much. His family had always been openly affectionate anyway. Sorrel had to stop himself from shuddering at the thought of a raging Sikari. The sad part was Dorian was likely to get the brunt of it- and Sorrel a bit of a lecture. His gaze then followed Dorians- landing on Gregory finally, having to stop himself from snickering at the thought...well in a sense he had kind of stolen him. 'He's like a princess in a fairy tale' he mused, grinning to himself at the thought whilst Dorian and Gregory conversed. Just by listening to their conversation he could put the pieces together- his father would take way too much pleasure in taking Gregory away then. "Aye aye sir.." he muttered, still grinning to himself as he showed Gregory to the first mates quarters. It was fairly spacious, just like the captains quarters but not quite as big or...cluttered. "Well! make yourself at home, we have a bit of a journey between here and the island" He chimed- plopping down on the side of one of the cots in the room. "If you want to go up on deck at anytime let me know okay? I can hold your chair steady for you" He added lightly, before a wide yawn managed to part his lips. "S'pretty late huh?" He added, sitting cross-legged on the bed now. They had just snuck out in the dead of night- but it was also a good time for the ship to pull out. After all.. and ex pirate ship was likely starting to draw some unwanted attention.
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2015 11:36 pm
Gregory had spent half the time in the room with a bucket by his side and whenever he felt okay he would have Sorrel help him out onto the dock so he could enjoy the salty air and the view of the vast and beautiful ocean.
At long last, they had arrived. The ship smoothly slid on to land as the crew and with the help of some villagers the boat was pulled onto land and secured. Other villagers began to pour out past the tree's as they wanted to greet them. Greg let Sorrel wheel him out and down as he was surprised as to how beautiful this place looked. His eyes darted left and right, trying to soak it all at once. Already he knew that his wheel chair would not be able to maneuver around this place. However it seemed that Sorrel's father thought about it already though in a sense that one of the things he had gone to get was a car, one that maneuver in jungle like areas.
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Dorian had the jeep lowered down onto the ground as he made sure it had fuel. Of course he had made sure that while he was away, the crew that stayed behind worked on path ways so that Sikari and Sorrel woudln't get mad that he was driving over plants etc. And so they had made path ways for the jeep to get around the island. It would make things a lot easier in respects to gathering barrels of water from the fresh rivers, taking more killed boars and other animals back to the village, so on and so forth. Dorian looked at Sorrel and said, "Help him in the car and put his chair in the back." He smiled as he seemed pretty excited. It had been quite a while since he last driven a vehicle. However his smile faded as he soon moved behind Sorrel as he grabbed his shoulders and turned him to face Sikari who was now coming their way. He was using Sorrel as a shield.
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 8:25 pm
Sorrel couldn't help but feel bad for Gregory when ever he felt sick, the sea didn't effect him like it did the other boy and well... He couldn't imagine getting sea sick like that. He'd enjoyed the time he took the other up onto the deck though- simply chatting with the other male during the voyage. When they finally arrived Sorrel was giddy to see the boys response, but even more so to get into the forest himself- he was just itching to run along the paths he had created for himself after running through the forest for so many years. Just as Sorrel went to do as he was told- he was grabbed from behind, Dorian using him as a shield whilst Sikari approached with a calm expression- but both he and Dorian knew what lay beneath that calm exterior. "Pitāv..." Sorrel murmured meekly, though instead of whacking him upside the head, he pulled Sorrel and Dorian into a very tight hug "You two, scared me to death" He breathed- only loud enough for the two to hear him, and the slight tremor to his words. When he stepped back he gave Sorrel a stern look "You, if you ever want to go on a expedition again, you promise me to stay with your father" he scolded, earning a enthusiastic nod from Sorrel "I promise" He added quickly, before he was lightly pushed out of the way- so that he could face Dorian. "And you- If you ever lose him again, Gods..... You'll be in the dog house" He stated-- using the expression to basically say he would completely cut him off- and Dorian being the horn dog he was...well that was probably quite the threat itself. "Now!" He chimed, finally turning kind Oceanic eyes over to Gregory. "A friend of Sorrel's I will take it. I'm Sikari, I lead my people. And I welcome you to our home." He cooed, already getting the gist of why Sorrel would have brought him here. "I'm sure your journey was a long one, but I think you're probably anxious to meet our medicine woman, no?" He cooed, nodding to Sorrel, letting him know to help Gregory into the vehicle. After Gregory was seated inside, Sorrel picked up the wheel chair and put it into the back, securing it in place with rope so that it didn't get damaged, not that he would be needing it for much longer. "I....Pitāv, Father, I'm going to go through the forest okay? I need to." He stated- his gaze repeatedly being pulled to the lush greenery. Sorrel was practically a part of the forest, and most alive when he could run through it... which Gregory would see. He seemed well mannered and for the most part docile in front of people, but once he was in the forest he was wild- part of the forest itself. It was a connection the tribe shared to some extent, but not as powerful as his bond to the island. "I hope you don't mind Gregory, But.. I'll meet you there." He stated, unable to really stop himself as he turned and ran for the trees. The moment he set foot in the grass the leaves of the trees seemed to rustle, the trunks creaked and the forest simply seemed to come to life with a vibrant hum of energy. And Sorrel simply bound through the forest- excitement a flame in his eyes. He'd get to the village around the same time as the jeep, the only difference was that he was out of breath, but simply brimming with energy. "Needed...that" he panted out- raising a hand in greeting to others because he was too winded to actually call greetings back to them.
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