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 Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 10:49 pm
It had been... an interesting evening. And an interesting morning. And even as he had sat in his classes trying desperately to pay attention, the hunchback couldn't help but think constantly of that slender form that had shared his bed the night before.
It was.. odd. Different. Unsettling. And he couldn't shake her from his mind.
Christof had been lurching his way back to his dorm when the idea had occurred to him. Mistress! Of course! She was a ghoul, she knew about ghouls, and she was older and had Malodore and... and clearly knew about these sorts of things! Mental ordeals were... well, her deal, right? Right. If anyone could help him untangle these confusing thoughts and emotions it would be her.
He should also apologize for the other day as well, leaving her so abruptly... His course changed, he made his way towards the Demon dorms instead, using the hallway (meekly) like a Good Boy before timidly knocking on her door.
Smart, fantastic, amazing Mistress, she would fix everything.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 11:10 pm
Smart, fantastic, amazing, perhaps. Well versed in the ways of love? The initial awkwardness of her first 'date' with Malodore had proven otherwise. Nevertheless, Christof came to her, and she was there, in the dark. This time, she was standing in front of her bookcase when she heard the knock, and she turned to walk to the door, flicked on the light, and opened it.
Hello, Christof. She murmured quietly, leaving the door open for him to enter. Please come in, close the door behind you, and take a seat.
She settled down on the couch, and waited for him expectantly. She believed he was here to discuss the only thing that she assumed was on everyone's mind, lately - the memorial. She couldn't have known that Christof had other things bogging him down.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 11:14 pm
So sorry to um. Trouble you, Mistress... I know you're busy with... with everything. I hope everything is going smoothly so far with er- the Council and classes... He was mentally dancing around the issue really on his mind as he shuffled into the dim room, closing the door behind him to limp his way towards the couch.
He shifted, unsure of what to do. I actually... um. I wanted to... to... to get advice. About... a thing. Um. A problem. He twisted his hands, glancing beside her before timidly bowing, and taking a seat.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 11:24 pm
I am always here to help, Christof. She settled herself closer, raising her arm behind him to rest on the couch. Tell me, what is wrong?
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 11:45 pm
Christof's face went red, fidgeting with all three hands tucked between his knees, Its.... its Miss Amrita, Mistress. She um. Shespentthenightinmyroomlastnight.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 11:59 pm
It took Riley a minute to internalize, and then pull apart, the mushed up sentence Christof had given her. She blinked, and rose a single brow.
.. and?
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 12:06 am
And.. I'm not sure... I think... I think there might be something wrong with me. He glanced up at her with a look of miserable terror.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 12:17 am
Oh. This does sound serious. Riley brought her hand up and brushed it through Christof's hair. Why do you think that is so? What occurred to give you this idea?
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 12:33 am
I just.. I... I don't know what to do around her, Mistress! I want to... to help her and I... I do enjoy her company, I do, she is a dear friend, a dear friend, but... but I just... I get so uncomfortable and then she shows up in the middle of the night and I think it might be because of what happened in the tent but I don't know what I was thinking then either but she just looked so... so... his heart was racing, his tongueless mouth dry despite how many times he tried to swallow. But I don't want to put her in the Chair, Mistress.... I've... I've only ever felt this way about... His face went red, eyes glancing up at her a moment before darting back down to his knees, Someone else.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 12:47 am
As usual, Riley listened very, very carefully. Slowly, understanding dawned on her. I should hope you do not want to put her in the Chair, Christof. This is a good thing, that you feel this way. It means you care for her. Riley leaned down and butted her head gently with his. I know that you are trained very strictly not to feel these things, and not to let people in. I know this because I was, as well. But this place is different, Christof. The rules are different. And you must be different to conform to them. Therefore..
She patted his chest, where his still heart should be. Don't be afraid to care about someone. It is not wrong, here.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 11:32 am
Christof's heart, unlike a zombie's, was indeed beating. And quickly. Faster than the first time it had been brought to life by a bolt of Fear and Electricity. He let out a sharp breath as her head pressed against his, her hand against his chest. But... But ghouls are... are... for Spare Parts, Master taught me... but... but no I don't want to... to hurt her but... His eyes were darting from her face down to his hands and then back up again as though he couldn't keep his attention in one place. Mistress... there's... but there's someone else. Who.. Who I get... similar arrangements of brain chemicals and I just don't know what to do...
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 6:22 pm
Riley's expression darkened slightly. Christof. You know how I feel about the mere idea of using Amrita for spare parts. Only certain ghouls are destined for that fate.. not ghouls like Amrita. So I wish for you to get that idea out of your head right now.
That last line sounded, and felt, suspiciously like a command. She tried not to enforce it as such, but she was serious about it.
I am, perhaps, not the best person to try and discuss feelings with, but I can assure you, it is not wrong to feel whatever it is you feel about certain ghouls. I am glad Amrita is one of them. Perhaps if you clarify, I can understand what your problem is with this situation?
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 6:34 pm
The hunchback gave a tight whine, shifting slightly before nervously, slowly, tilting until he shyly leaned against her, eyes still averted. There's... another ghoul, Mistress. One I have... have had feelings like this about to for a long time. But... but I don't believe she feels the same about me. At all. He swallowed thickly. His palms were sweating. But Miss Amrita... I don't know. I just... my insides feel sick and I just want... want to make her happy. I don't know, I feel like that with everyone, but her especially if that makes any sense? I am probably being silly. Master would say I was being silly. When he spoke of 'Master', it was becoming clearer he was not speaking of Barth.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 6:47 pm
You are being silly. Your Master would be, for possibly the first time in his existence, right. She gave the poor, nervous boil a squeeze, and sighed. I understand how you feel. The way you feel about Amrita. It's perfectly understandable. It's.. even sweet. She couldn't help but lift her expression in lieu of a smile. I'm proud of you for this. You're growing. You're maturing into a very wonderful boil. And do you know what? She tilted her head to look at him. Amrita is a very lucky ghoul.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 8:29 pm
So long as Master does not find out this time, came the quiet thought that wasn't necessarily broadcast on purpose. His expression turned grave. No... No. Complicated. Shouldn't... I'm... I shouldn't. I don't want to hurt her. Mistress, you... you of all people should know. How dangerous... when... I mean. Things... here in school are one way but.. but I will not be in school forever. One day... one day I will have to go home again. I should apologize for the kiss...
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