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 Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 11:05 pm
Nuumia was in such...good spirits! He meandered his way to his room in order to change into fresh cloths and freshen himself up. He was ready for dinner and just...quite happy! He knew how to kiss and honestly...he was eager to share that information with Haellara. As well as tell her he'd be getting very good lessons on sex soon too!
Nuumia found Haellara already waiting when he sauntered into the dineing hall. His black eyes sparkled happily as he skipped....yes. Nuumia skipped across to to his designated seat. His eyes slipped for a moment to where he expected to see the rest of the 'lower' males. Ha ha! He felt such pride right now! Slipping into his seat, he smiled over at Haellara.
"Good Evening Matron! Guess what! I can kiss now!!"
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 8:16 pm
Unable to hear anything other than the dull roar inside his own head, Mikaril pulled futilely on the straps that bit into his wrists. Though they still burned with pain, his ears were becoming irritated in a different way; the fluid was tickling the sensitive hairs on his white ears, and he yearned to scratch them. He continued to keep his body stiff, trying not to make any of the needles within his body move, but now that he had no way of knowing whether or not Haellara was even still in the playroom, he had no idea just how long she meant to leave them there. An hour? A day? Up until she decided to exercise him again?
He suddenly felt a feather-light touch running all along his body, and he flinched from it, glad at least that the movement was small enough for the needles not to respond. Had a spider landed on him, or perhaps a strand of cobweb? Was it some new game of Hael's; making his entire body itch as it lay there and denying him the ability to scratch? He had to admit, in spite of his current situation, she had thought of worse things.
He blinked in surprise as he felt the blindfold removed, and continued to blink as he saw none other than Kyil, standing over him, grimacing. Mikaril understood; he must look a fright, with his ears pooling blood and his stitched mouth, to say nothing of the needles. He probably looked like a life-sized half-completed doll. His eyes widened in fright as he saw Kyil's hands moving toward his arm; surely he wasn't going to try and remove them! He knew it was ridiculous to wish that they stay in, but the thought of bearing witness to one of those long thin things coming out of his arm would probably make him sick. Instead, he felt Kyil gently but firmly pressing a spot on his arm, and to his surprise he felt first a tingling, and then nothing; no needles or aches. Able to do nothing but watch, he followed Kyil's movements as he did the same to his legs and remaining arm. He could see Kyil's lips moving as he did so, but he wasn't able to make out what he was saying.
Mikaril watched Kyil dart over to the shelf and once more return with a potion in hand. He was already liking the fact that he could now relax his arms and legs without fear of repercussion, though he wasn't looking forward to his mouth being freed. But as Kyil began to remove the needles, he was only able to watch his friend remove two before he had to turn away, sickened at the sight. He had known they were needles, but such long ones! He truly had been left there like a doll. That was it; he had always been a plaything to Haellara; now she had made him look the part.
He wasn't aware that the last of the needles had been removed until he turned his head and saw Kyil motioning with a small knife, wanting to cut the stitch loose that bound his mouth shut. Squeezing his eyes shut, he braced himself and winced as he felt the thick thread pulling through the thin skin to finally exit and leave his mouth sore, but functioning. He opened his mouth and almost immediately felt the smooth glass top of the potion vial. Heedless of the sting it brought to the fresh holes lining his mouth, Mikaril drank the potion down, glad of the ever-cooling sensation that ensured that when the numbness of the pressure points wore off, he would no longer feel the painful holes the needles had left. He felt a strange sensation in his ears, and started when the subtle sounds of the playroom assaulted his ears; all small sounds, but to someone who had not been able to hear for a time, a cacophany of noise.
Turning his head, he looked over at Kyil and managed a smile. "You found me again. I'm glad to see you're alright."
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 9:14 pm
Haellara smiled as she saw Nuumia enter the dining hall, looking as proud and happy as a prize fighting slave who had just won a tournament. He must have had himself a grand old time with Kyil; she found herself wondering just how much the pink-eyed make could take, receiving such attention from both her and her future patron. Focusing her smile directly at the eager young one, she held up an arm and gestured to an unseen servant behind her, who promptly appeared with the first of the supper dishes.
As the servants walked in carrying tray after tray, Haellara leaned forward and rested her chin on her entertwined fingers, elbows firmly on the table, the picture of interest. "Can you now? Well, I shall be most eager to test that little boast myself sometime after dinner." She leaned back as a plate was laid before her, heaped with cuts of meat that still wept blood when a bit of pressure was applied with her fork. She recognized it by the succulent smell of the blood. "Surface elf! A most uncommon dish, even at my table. I could get quite used to this new method of dining, how about you?"
Cutting off a bite-sized chunk from one of the cuts, she brought it to her mouth and chewed, still visibly pondering. As she swallowed the morsel and washed it down with a sip of red wine, she voiced her thoughts as she cut her next piece of meat. "You know, it occurs to me that in spite of my ill-wishing on my brother, I do not wish for him to die on the rack from something as trivial as starvation. I was certain that the pain I harvested from him would suffice, but my seeing him today brought grim reality into focus. He will need something more, but I cannot help but feel as though an opportunity is being presented here for an entirely new method of causing him woe and grief, but it......eludes me."
She finished her second chew before turning to Nuumia. "I would hear any suggestions you might have, but first you must tell me of your play with Kyil. Is he the one responsible for your learning how to kiss? If so, I would strongly encourage you to 'persuade' him to teach you other things. I can safely say from experience that with his expertise, you will be able to suffice as a patron in an incredibly short amount of time with him as youtr teacher." She smiled coyly to herself. She had no doubt that Kyil would comply and teach Nuumia, but the poor male would be hard pressed to fulfill the needs of both Nuumia and his mistress. Who knew; perhaps between the pair of them they would wear him out so that he would cease making the trips to the playroom that she was already suspecting him of doing.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 10:33 pm
Kyil loomed over Mikaril, watching intently until the last of the holes vanished from his friend. At Mikaril's words, kyil forced a smile to his face. "Yes. I am fine. I am safe Mikaril. I...found a place to hide sort of. I am working in the kitchen now. There is a male there who has allowed me to stay in his room." He was trying hard to keep the weariness from his voice as he spoke to Mikaril. The needles that he had removed he had placed together in a bunch, and with a quick glance around he casually, and with only a faint sense of satisfaction, tossed them across the floor and under a bookshelf. What was not easily found could not be used after all...
Kyil next tore a strip of his shirt from the hem, so he could very gently begin cleaning the blood from his friends face. "Mikaril, can you share some of the secrets of this House with me? I have managed to obtain my bag again. So I have my magic books and the jewelry with the enchantments on them. I will be able to sneak more effectively around the House now that I can cast invisiblity again."
At Haellara's words, Nuumia's face grew more excited. He was going to be kissing Haellara!? After dinner!? Nuu sat up a bit more taller in his seat, his eyes impatiently waiting for the meal to be served so he could hurry through it. As the dish was placed before him, he eagerly stabbed the soft meat and jammed the first bite into his mouth...and blinked. Despite his intent to hurry through the meal, he found himself having to stop and savor the bite. "I've never had elf before." He spoke around the meat in his cheek.
Slowly he chewed, noting the texture and taste of the meat while Haellara mused about the state of her brother. Nuumia stabbed another piece of meat and looked at it thoughtfully. They were eating elf right now..and Nuu could definatly think of one particular elf he wouldn't have minded eating. Or...?
His head lifted to look up at Haellara as she probed him for details concerning what he and Kyil had done..and more importantly...she was urging him to? Oh...oh yes! That gleeful glow returned to Nuumia's black eyes.
"I told Kyil that since he's only a slave, and I'm going to be your patron, he had to listen to me. He's going to teach me to have sex like him." He spoke ever so proudly as he nibbled on the meat on his fork. "In fact I ordered him to be waiting in my room after dinner. We only practiced kissing so far. But I think I've got it learned really well. Now I'm going to learn the rest! I think it'll be fun...is...is it okay if I.." Nuu tilted his head and started to flush a bit. "Is it okay if I keep using him even after I've learned everything? I don't think he likes this idea of mine at all and I wanna keep doing it if it makes him unhappy."
Nuu shifted then in his seat, and lifted his fork towards Haellara. "As for your brother. I say you feed him elf. It tastes good and I'll bet it'll have all the stuff he needs to get strong. And best of all..." He tilted his head, a joyful note entering his voice. "If you cut the meat from Kyil you can feed him parts of his friend, the way I gave part of Mikaril to Kyil. You can just heal Kyil up afterwards right? I doubt your brother would be able to eat much right now anyways."
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 11:34 pm
Mikaril nodded his head as he listened to Kyil, wondering if the male he was mentioning was anyone he knew. He watched the needles clatter away under the bookshelf, and he couldn't hide the delight from his eyes as he imagined them laying there for all eternity while Haellara tore the place apart looking for them. Hopefully by the time she realized they were lost, he would be.......not able to be in any more pain. A rather far-flung hope, considering that if she never found them again, she would undoubtedly find something worse to torment him with.
He tilted his head as Kyil began wiping the blood away. "Secrets? Well I know one that I can share with you because with your ability to sense spells, it will benefit you greatly. All around this house are pockets where magic cannot be sensed; my sanctuary is in one of the biggest. If you can locate one in a relatively safe place, you can practice magic there and no one will ever find out. Or you can even make yourself invisible and hide in plain sight. Also, I'm not sure if this one is true, but I have heard that Matron Dilayne......my mother's quarters had a hidden room somewhere that contained a mirror that worked as a portal that would transport her safely out of harm's way should anything happen. Though.....I was never able to get in there, and heard it only by rumor, but if Haellara still has her old room, that means no one occupies Dilayne's, and it might still be there."
He tried to remember more, but he found the effort momentarily beyond his ability. He had been thinking on little else besides pain and despair; things that he had known effortlessly were taking longer to surface. "Forgive me Kyil, I can't seem to remember much else at the moment....." He looked up at Kyil earnestly. "But you must tell me something; are you......really alright? Before Hael left, she told me such dreadful things, that she made you wait on her, and then she......she said she......" He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, out of anger for the first time since he had arrived at the House. "By the Abyss, if she hurt you when she was doing that to you...."
"How inventive," Haellara nodded with satisfaction as she finished off one of the rare-cooked cuts. "I think it is a marvelous idea. And though he is my plaything for me to use, you may continue to use him whenever I am not; between the two of us, we shall get many a long and happy hour from him before he ceases to become useful."
She looked keenly at the dripping bit of elf-meat on her fork, pondering Nuumia's suggestion. "Hmm.....surface elf. Mika does harbor a healthy hatred for our fair-skinned foes; probably the only thing healthy about him. Though I don't know if his disgust goes so deep that he would refuse to eat it. Then again, I don't think he has ever had surface elf before, so it would be unlikely that he would recognize the taste." Her eyes suddenly widened as Nuumia gleefully mentioned the 'alternative' source of the meat. "You little demon!" she cried out, with absolutely no conviction in her voice. "They would be consuming each other in order to survive, and the knowledge would only seek to further prolong their agony!" She felt such a measure of glee that she had to actually refrain herself from flinging her arms around Nuumia. Such an inventive and savage little mind! Most assuredly she needed to find an incentive for Kyil to hurry up and teach Nuumia the ways of being a patron. He was clearly shaping up to be a wonderful partner in her sadistic endeavors.
Beaming, Haellara began tearing into the remains of her meat with great relish. "You said that Kyil was to meet you after dinner. When you are through with the lesson you intend to wring out of him, I would have you follow through with your suggestion and carve some of his flesh from him. I shall give you a healing potion with which to heal him once you've finished. I'm sure you are somewhat adept at meat carving, and if you are not, I am sure the kitchen staff will be able to show you just where to cut to get the most delectable parts. When you have done so, bring it right to me. I will supervise the cooking of it, and in due time, feed it to poor unsuspecting Mika. Then when he finds out what it is, at least then when he sees fit to vomit in my presence, he'll have something inside of him to vacate." Remembering the sad little dry heaves that were all he was able to do before, Haellara found herself laughing, finding the whole idea of him actually giving back bits of Kyil to be insanely humorous.
She stopped long enough to notice the new dish placed in front of her; a creamy mixture daintily tainted with red and lined decoratively with small cookies in a pattern all along the edge. "Custard," she said with a shrug. Still, it looked a lot nicer than the unsightly dollop that it usually came to her table as. Never one to refuse dessert no matter what time during the meal it came, she dipped her spoon into the mixture and savored its sweetness.
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 5:52 pm
Kyil continued to gently clean the blood from Mikaril's face while he intently listened to his friend. His mind was clear enough. Meaning he had not been dosed with any sort of poison or whatever it was that had been effecting him last time. "I am uncertain exactly which rooms were your mothers. I am sure I can find out from the kitchen staff though. If your sister has not already claimed them as her own perhaps it is because she worries over spells your mother may have kept in effect in the room? I could steal the magic and use it for my practicing." Kyil eagerly pursued this train of thought. Any means of practicing would leave him stronger and it would open the doors to help him aid Mikaril in his escape.
When the scrap of cloth grew too soiled to be effective anymore, Kyil dropped the scrap and tore a new one off so he could move on to gently wipeing the blood from Mikaril's ears. It was while he was gently dabbing at the soft white tips that Mikaril touched upon the subject he had both feared and hoped to talk about. Kyil's face pinched in mild distress. He had hoped to be the one to confess to Mikaril..but it seemed Haellara had used his time distracted and toyed with by Nuumia to beat him to this.
"I...I am so sorry Mikaril." He replied in a hushed voice. "Please. She is my Mistress Mikaril. Whatever she wants I must do...but...no. She did not hurt me. I felt no pain. She did not punish me even when I made a err. She was...gentle. At least as gentle as a female can be." Kyil's pink eyes had a hard time looking into his friends face as he continued to speak. "Forgive me Mikaril I... I am so...weak. She did as she told you she had, but afterwards I...I fell asleep beside her and I...I shouldn't have. I should not have felt so comfortable. It was such a soft bed and I have not slept on one in so many months and...the smell of her room..and it was warm and she was so very soft...." Kyil wiped at his eyes to clear them of the watering that had begun. "I betrayed you."
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 7:07 pm
By Nuumia's accounts Kyil only really served three particular uses. The first as a cook, the second as a object of torment for Mikaril, and the third as a sex object. Once the kitchen knew all of Kyil's recipies he'd no longer be needed there. Once haellara killed Mikaril he'd no longer be needed for that. And once Nuumia had learned all he could...well... The black eyed male just smiled brightly at Haellara. "I like the idea of wringing the very life and soul out of him by exhaustion over a period of time. It's fun making someone lose the will to live."
Nuumia had begun to work on finishing his meal. Speaking in bits of course here and there. At Haellara's exclamation though, he jumped in his seat. His black ears and cheeks began to burn a bright red with a blush. It seemed the Matron had really liked his idea! Nuumia's surprise turned immediatly to pure delight. "Yes Matron! That he is. It'll be a while I'm sure. I'm not going to let him go until I've tried everything at least once. I;m tired of being...you know...unsexed. I'll bring you the meat as soon as we are done. Do you have a preference to where it should come from? If you give me two potions I could get you a cut from his heart...though I'll have to make sure he's strapped down for that. I can't have him flailing about or else the blood will go everywhere and he'd end up killing himself."
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 8:30 pm
Fighting to remember what he had once been so sure of, Mikaril tried to picture his mother's double doors as they had been when he was still living in House Torlyl. "They were large.......they had some sort of spider on them...a spitting spider, I think; one on each door. They were enchanted in some way I think, but if no one is there, they might have been withdrawn. Of course, if you steal the spell that arms them, it wouldn't matter anyway. It was on the main floor.......second left corridor from the foyer....." He grasped at the bits and pieces that were finally coming back to him after so long. If it was the last thing he ever did, he was going to remember each and every locked door, hallway, and secret passage that he had made himself remember to survive his younger years.
He felt the cloth cleaning his ears of the damp ooze, and he found his eyes twitching in spite of himself. Damn those sensitive unicorn hairs! He was trying hard not to laugh as the dabbing tickled his ears something awful. He knew it just wouldn't do to laugh, and he found himself surprised that he even had to keep himself from laughing in such a place. But he still felt too twisted with different emotions to surely laugh. The thought of Haellara violeting Kyil so distressed and infuriated him, never mind that she was surely not the first female to have taken advantage of Kyil in such a manner. The thought of his sister, the one who had done this to his ears, who had killed his mother, who was even now tormenting the both of them in any way she could, laying with his friend was enough to make his stomach resume its turning.
"Well," he managed, "I am glad she did not hurt you. Females are not usually so gentle with their lovers..." His voice trailed away as he looked wistfully up at the ceiling. "I know why you fell asleep. Her bed......it's stuffed with feathers. I was in there once....a long time ago. Her bed is so soft that you sink into it like a tangible bit of vapor. Couple that with the incense she likes to burn.....I used to smell it on her all the time. She keeps the conditions of her room perfect for lovemaking; pretty much the same as any female. Perhaps your being gone so long from your pleasure house made you forget...."
He turned his head and looked at Kyil with an expression of anguish. "Kyil, you didn't betray me. If anything, I betrayed you. She was able to drag your powers out of me even when I told myself I was never going to tell her another thing about you. I've been telling her everything; no matter how much I try, she always finds out; I just can't keep any of it from her." His eyes widened as he felt a sudden burst of panic. "She sees everything I try to hide; it goes far beyond just my body. She has ways of seeing so much deeper; it's like she can peel away all the layers I have, skin or muscle or essence, and see right into me. Nothing is safe; she can see anything.....if I hadn't have cracked, she might have thought your taking down the other males was the doing of someone else, or some other explanation. It's not your fault, it's mine....all of the things you have to do to stay alive because I can't keep the secrets you trusted me with......."
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 8:46 pm
Hearing Nuumia's opinion about making someone exhausted enough to die brought a smile to Haellara's face as she dug into her custard. She had done such things to others in the past, though more often than not her method had been to put them in so much pain that death was a mercy. But exhaustion lingered in a way that ordinary pain didn't; it permeated the muscles, wore at the senses and made one feel as though they would never again know a moment's peace. Still, she couldn't help but feel the most miniscule of twinges at the thought of Kyil being ground down until he became little more than a bleary-eyed shell; she would not soon forget those stimulating fingers and the firm but gentle way he had held her and assumed his air of total compliance, even as she wounded him with mental barbs and dire threats. She could only hope that Nuumia would turn out to be a good enough student to get his techniques down to the letter.
Scraping the bottom of her dish for the last remnants of custard, Haellara mused. "Well, as delightful as that sounds, heart muscle is quite spongy; Mika would probably sense something odd about it and refuse to eat it. Not that I couldn't make him, but I would rather he not find immediate cause to suspect its origin. It would probably be best if the cuts came from the places one would usually get cuts off of a rothe; the thigh pehaps, or some of those delectable bits that cover the ribs. Yes, the ribs. So close to the lungs, where the breath that gives him life is stored.....and stolen. Sounds sort of sybolic, does it not?" Beaming, she pushed her empty custard bowl away and waited impatiently for the servant to seve her the next dish.
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 9:45 pm
Being termed Haellara's 'lover', even as a descriptor, made Kyil physically ill. he bowed his head, but he did not correct Mikaril's assumption of what his purpose had been. "I haven't forgotten though Mikaril. I've never forgotten. I...I've...missed it. So much...and she was stroking me and I just..." He felt so ill. As if he had honestly betrayed Mikaril in the worst way. Even though he didn't seem to be acting hurt in any way by his actions.
Kyil's eyes fell to Mikaril's features as he began to grow emotional and upset over what he had did...had said...and Kyil's respose was to gently reach a hand out to press his finger over Mikaril's lips. Kyil swallowed dryly as he looked down at Mikaril. "Don't....please. Don't Mikaril. Don't lose yourself like this. I...I need you." Kyil shook his head a little as he blinked his watery pink eyes "Tell her anything she wants to know about me Mikaril. Tell her everything, even things she doesn't ask right away. Don't give her more excuses to hurt you then she already has. Not for me... She's already told me I must tell her everything anyways. Know that I would have told her about my power had she asked me Mikaril and do not feel as if you have betrayed me. I will not deny my Mistress anything of me." He paused to take a deep breath, and looked back down upon the pathetic tortured body of his friend.
"But I would deny her you. I...I should not but...it's almost as if this were the same crossroads again Mikaril...my Mistress or your health and freedom. I told you before that if I had to make the choice again...I told you what I would choose." Kyil slipped his hand down to lightly rest his fingers over Mikaril's bound hand. A faint smile pulled at his thin lips. "I chose you, even knowing the concequences...I...love you."
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 10:59 pm
Feeling Kyil's finger on his mouth brought Mikaril away from the mental edge that would have sent him into a full-blown panic, and he felt the beginning shivers retreating and his mind starting to regain its calm. Moving his head slightly so that he could speak uninhibited, he moved his fingers to clasp Kyil's as they rested on top of his own hand. "If only I could promise such a thing to you, but I don't think I can. She would get suspicious anyway if I suddenly became compliant, and besides, she will continue so long as she has me, whether I bare my soul to her or not. When it comes to this, the reward for her is the act itself, not the information she obtains with it."
Feeling the moisture gathering in his eyes, Mikaril took a steadying breath in turn and returned the look and smile. "I.....feel the same way. Forgive me; love just sounds like such a strange word, even if the feeling isn't. I.......love....you also." He let out what remaining air he had; was it really so hard to use such a word? Well, perhaps with time it could come easier to him, if he lived to use it more often. He thrust the thought away as soon as it appeared; the time for such thinking was over. Kyil had said he needed him, and with him having to take abuse from his sister in a way she had yet to try on him, he had to be strong enough to ensure that at least his only friend found an eventual means of escape. He would do anything in his power to make it so.
He knew that no matter what Kyil did to stay alive, he wouldn't care. He'd do the same thing were he in his position, and against everything he had been taught as a child, he would cheerfully trade his own life for Kyil's if it meant his friend would survive to escape. Of course, the way Kyil was going on, instead of escaping he would either pine for him or decide that life wasn't worth living and allow himself to be destroyed. Such a complex emotion love was! No wonder so many drow chose to refrain from ever feeling the emotion. So many drow would end up dead sacrificing themselves so. In a way, it made it more special knowing that it was a feeling that so few would experience.
Clearing his throat, he let go of Kyil's hand. "I know you've done so much for me already, but do you think you might......unstrap my wrists and ankles for a little bit? I'd really like to stretch them, especially my legs. She had me running hard before....before putting me back. I guess she wants me to obtain some measure of health. I'm not complaining; it will help me be more able to run should we......WHEN we make an escape."
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 5:31 pm
Kyil smiled down at Mikaril. Every beat of his heart seemed to hurt, but he still smiled on. Mikaril was really so strong..so brave... "Then I will just have to make certain I save some healing potions for when we escape from here." Hearing those words spoken by Mikaril...he had no idea how that made him feel. Knowing that Mikaril did love him too. He had to save him. he just had to! If nothing else in his life was worth anything at all, he had to at least find worth in holding that importance in Mikaril's heart!
As Mikaril would ask for Kyil to undo his straps, Kyil quickly snapped from his heart numb state and turned to the task. "Of course! Oh Mikaril... Should I rub your legs a bit? I can help the muscles, but I'm sure you already know that..." One..two..three...the straps were much easier to remove when he was not laden down with such crushing despair.
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 9:20 pm
All Mikaril could do was nod and return the smile somewhat; he could feel his arms and legs begging silently to be stretched now that the possibility was there for them to be released for a while. He hoped with all his being that Haellara wouldn't pick this time to come back and have some more fun; it would not make for the best image seeing Kyil there beside him, and him lying there unstrapped. They would probably end up witnessing the wrath of Lolth herself. He had no idea where she was or what she was doing, but had he known, he probably would have relaxed a little more.
He felt the straps release his arms first, and he let out a long sigh of relief as he moved his arms down to his sides, and then lifted them up and stretched them until he felt the elbows pop. Then he crossed them across his chest, hands on his shoulders, enjoying the freedom of movement he had been denied for so long. Finally, he placed his arms flat on the rack with the palms down, taking deep breaths that before he was unable to. As his ankles were likewise unstrapped, he stretched his legs and chased away the last remnants of ache from his running around in the pit. But as Kyil offered to rub his legs, he looked down his body at them and felt a flush creeping into his face; until then he had forgotten he had nothing on. Before, he hadn't cared; it wasn't as though Haellara had seen nothing of the sort before. But being more conscientious of it, he wished he had at least a towel to cover up with.
At any rate, his freshly rekindled fear of being touched beat against his brain like a rabid bat in a cage. Though he still trusted Kyil enough that he knew no harm would come to him, the mere thought was enough to make him break out in chills. In spite of that, he managed a smile. "If you;d like, but I would greatly appreciate a form of cover; I know it probably doesn't matter to you, but call it petty, but it means something to me. It would.......set me more at ease."
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 10:47 pm
Once the cuffs were all removed, Kyil watched as Mikaril gratefully stretched his arms and legs. He waited of course for permission from Mikaril before he would reach for Mikaril's leg. Though he did pause as the other mentioned covering. Immediatly Kyil's eyes swung between Mikaril's legs, and his cheeks became flushed with heat. "I am sorry Mikaril. I should have done that first." He apologised as he pulled the torn up shirt from over his own head. Carefully he flopped it over Mikaril's middle, then he blinked. "Oh! I brought you something!"
Kyil returned to the small bag that he had brought with him. Scooping it from the floor, he carried it over to the rack and set it down. From within he withdrew a few small packages of paper and a wooden bowl with apaper covering. "I brought you some custard, but I made it special, less sweet just in case your somach would not be able to handle it. And I cooked some strips of rothe particularly for you as well. Very lightly seasoned so there is a bit of flavor, but not enough to upset a stomach that hasn't had anything in it lately. It's a bit tender too, I wanted to make sure it was easy to digest." Kyil placed the food in reach of Mikaril so he could have the ability to feed himself as Kyil turned his attention to massageing and working at the muscles in one of his legs.
"Are your ankles stiff? Do your arch's hurt?" He asked as he felt along his leg.
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 7:23 pm
((Submitted for Rainey cause Gaia ish slow XD)) "Th-thanks." Now it was Mikaril's turn to flush scarlet; he hadn't meant for Kyil to use his own shirt! But he knew that protesting would do no good, so instead he focused on eyeing the packages that Kyil was setting down upon the rack. He had to admire his friend's foresight; seeing that he wouldn't be in a position to take as much as he could and end up giving half of it back later, the way the malnourished tended to do. Moving his right arm, he picked up one of the small packages and brought it over to where his left arm could reach, and proceeded to unwrap it above him as he lay there.
The smell was enough to make him dizzy; had food ALWAYS smelled this good? Uncovering one of the strips of rothe meat, he set the wrapping aside and began to gnaw on the meat like jerky. Despite what Kyil had said, he was taken by surprise at precisely how tender the meat really was; it practically fell apart as it touched his teeth. He forced himself to eat slowly; it wouldn't do for him to be sick in front of Kyil. As he chewed, he peered down his body at Kyil, who had moved to the foot of the rack and was already massaging the muscles of one of his legs.
As he finished the first strip and unwrapped a second, he gave Kyil's question consideration. His ankles were raw from the straps, but other than that, his feet were okay. Even the last of the aches from the running were rapildy dissipating under Kyil's touch. "Well, the ankles are just a little raw from the straps, but that's to be expected; I'm fine." The last two words seemed to reverberate in his skull and bounce around and echo like a sneeze in a cave. He was as far from being fine as he could possibly be; BOTH of them were far away from being fine. And yet......he could feel something stirring deep inside of him, which he found to his delight was not his stomach rejecting the rothe meat.
He realized as he slowly chewed the last strip of meat, that even if he wasn't fine, so long as he said it, Kyil would continue to hold on to the hope that they would eventually make it out alive. He remembered Kyil telling him to not lose himself, to be strong, and he realized that he needed to be strong for Kyil as much as for himself. Even if Kyil was the strongest drow in the Underdark, he looked up to him like a big brother, and Mikaril felt the responsibility to keep the hope alive. After all, if there was no hope, an opportunity might present itself and either of them could miss it. No matter what the outcome, he would see to it that Kyil would be saved from living an eternity in House Torlyl as his sister's little pet.
His determination renewed, Mikaril picked up the bowl and peeled off the paper, tilting his head to look at the custard. He extended his two long fingers and used them as a makeshift spoon to scoop out globs of the mixture. He did nothing to hide the delight from his face as he stuck the custard-laden fingers into his mouth; sweet things had always been somewhat of a rare commodity for him, and even sugared-down custard was just as good as the sweetest dessert the kitchen could toss out. Just like with the meat, he took it slow, and feeling his brain beginning to climb out from teh deplths of despair that he had been so close to being lost in, he began to scheme.
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