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 Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 11:56 pm
Marks are about ownership.
A few months ago, Riley would have agreed with his statement. She sighed, and rested her chin on his shoulder, closing her eyes. I think it's too late for that, Christof. Things have become complicated. Very complicated. For all of us. Her claws clenched slightly at his shirt, where her hand still rested against the mark.
Maybe Christof needed this. Maybe the marks were his best connection to those emotions that even she couldn't understand. Maybe they helped him cope. Maybe it was a good idea to let Sin-
The cloth of Christof's shirt tore slightly as her claws bit into it.
I will try to talk to Barth. I'll see what I can do. As for Sin..
Riley pulled away, leaning back and putting her head in her hands. There is a part of me that doesn't want to tell you what to do. I know what you want. You want her. Yet here I am, frustrated beyond belief because.. because.. I don't KNOW why. I just-
She growled, angered by her own indecision, and pushed herself back onto the bed. Her face pressed against the pillow for a moment, before she turned and curled up on her side. In a very quiet voice, she emitted while looking up at Christof with a strange expression.
Would you think me silly if I said I felt a little jealous?
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 12:06 am
Christof's breath hitched in his throat, his eyes quickly dropping to the carpet, squeezing the rabbit to his chest as she rose. Guilt bubbled up, his mind reeling, verging on babbling, I... I... I do want them, Mistress. They are Very Nice Parts, but I suppose that is because she is a succubi my Master Creator has taught me much about demons, he says their Parts are most valuable and I can see why, their proportion is generally the most appealing and anatomically perfect and their INSIDES- Mistress, their insides are Special he says. But... but I am YOUR Igor, Mistress. The head of the lepus corpse was twisted so hard in his anxiety, it popped off of the mangled body. She had, though, unwittingly informed him of the existence of a family tomb. The more tightly it was guarded... the more exciting the challenge. Perhaps after he graduated...
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 12:25 am
Listening to Christof ramble on about Sin's parts, she felt even more of this strange, ridiculous guilt lay upon her. It clearly wasn't enough to dispell her selfishness, however. She gestured with her hand, patting the pillow beside her for him to come join her. You needn't enlighten me on how valuable a demon's parts are, Christof. I'm well aware of it. This is why I don't understand how you could ever say no. That doesn't stop me from wanting you to, though.
Her featureless face contorted slightly, to indicate that, if she had a mouth, it would be frowning right now. I'm not sure I'm thinking well, lately, Christof. She admitted in a quiet hush. I want these things, things that never had any importance to me before. I want things that require trust, and friendship, and love. All those sorts of odd things. This isn't how it's supposed to be, you know. For me, I mean. And maybe you understand that. She lifted a hand and patted his cheek. Complications, just like you said. We live in a world filled with complications, and we were raised to keep away from them. All we've been doing here is wrapping ourselves up more.
She dropped her hand back down to the pillow, and sighed. That damn field trip. She growled. I don't know if any of us will ever be the same again.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 12:37 am
He shifted onto the pillow, setting the lepus carcass at his boots before he ruined it further, but the head he gingerly offered out to her. He already had a few brains to choose from. Scruff generally couldn't crack the skulls.
I do not like Complications, Mistress. At... at home... it was odd to think of the old laboratory now. The School felt more like home than any place had. Let alone that cellar. At home things were simple. I had a schedule. I had Tasks to be Performed. And then Master sends me HERE of all places and I don't know why it all just makes my head hurt. There's... so many people. Different people. We are warned about Sloths, but no one mentioned Kelpies. Or... Plague Doctors or Mindflayers either, really.
I think... though... that... that Master Malodore had a point in what it told me. He continued carefully, It has a way of explaining things that makes it easier to comprehend... It told me all about Friendship, Mistress, I think I understand now... it is an alliance of mutual beneficial productivity. Er. Moral support. Something along those lines? But... I mean. Ultimately... I've done a lot of thinking and I sort of feel... it's important to have. Moral support. It was nice to eat cake at least that one time, but it did make me feel sick, but it was okay because it was... fun. The word felt awkward, as though he rarely thought of it, let alone said it. I think that is what Mister Calder was trying in his clumsy way to explain to me. That it... it's okay to have fun sometimes. To feel alive. To an undead, this was a very important thing to feel. It was like how I felt with grave-peeking. It made me feel good. How could feeling like that be a bad thing?
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 12:52 am
Riley was instantly appeased when Christof began regurgitating advice he'd learned from Malodore. Just the mention of the plague doctor had her more at ease. Her troubled expression melted away.
How could feeling like that be a bad thing, he asked. She felt that warm little glow inside, and asked herself the same question. Only.. somewhere, not so deep down, she knew the answer. She spared him, if only because for Christof, maybe there was a chance for happiness.
Well. That doesn't answer our problem, then, does it? The question is, I want to keep you. I don't want to share you. But you have your own priorities, and my selfish needs may not be as high on their list as others might be. So in truth, you must make this decision on your own. You have the knowledge you need, now you must decide.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 12:56 am
His face screwed up in anxious attempts at comprehension. He didn't like it when she made him decide for himself. It was... hard. And frightening. If it was a Bad Decision, it would be only his own fault, and not a mistake of the Master. That wasn't how it worked for an Igor. He shifted again, brows furrowing as he glanced up at her, face still furrowed in concentration, It would bother you. I would not want to bother my Mistress. His hand shifted before gingerly reaching to hold her's, face flushing at first until he turned his grip until he could curl her knuckles up to press them against his stitched lips.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 1:24 am
She tried. She tried so very hard. Riley's eyes screwed shut, forcing herself to stop feeling all that stinging pain that was trying to make tears well up in her eyes. She was making an amusing face, as she did so, and shook her head angrily to make it all go away.
It didn't.
Riley reached out and hugged Christof, with a fervent lack of poise. She let out a short and quiet laugh, before resigning herself to the quiet once more. When that stinging pain had left her, she finally spoke.
You know what, Christof? She pulled away and looked him square in the eye. I'm very glad you chose me. Her expression had a hint of amusement, as he'd likely try to argue that she had chosen him, and she expected it. Before he could say a word, she continued. Because you're very special to me now. And. You know. She hedged, feeling stupid having to say something so touching out loud. It may have come out a little garbled. I love you. Or something.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 1:27 am
He blinked as suddenly he was pulled right against those soft purple pillows he admired so, face going crimson in patches. M-mistress? Had... he heard her right? His internal voice cracked as though mirroring how it might have sounded if he could speak, Does... this mean I am a Good Igor?
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 1:29 am
Riley laughed, rolling her eyes at the question. Yes, Christof. Her amused voice emitted. You are the best Igor in the entire world.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 1:35 am
It seemed the combination of all that had been said was enough to break the poor hunched young man, and with an audible whine he slumped forward to hug her back, legs curling up as he tucked himself against her, And... and you are the best Mistress, and I will serve you until the day my Parts are beyond repair and maybe even beyond then I don't want to go to purgatory again but until then I will be yours and only yours and I will help see your Great Deeds are made real and you will be the most Powerful Mistress and all the other Igors will be jealous and I love you more than anything and I would never ever ever ever harvest your parts even if they are very nice and I like them too! His shoulders were shivering as he clung to her needfully. Perhaps he had been sent to this school just for this feeling.
He was wanted.
He would serve his Mistress until his last breath.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 1:42 am
One would never have known just how much emotion could pour out of Christof. It was both a surprise, and a relief, that someone who shared a sympathy for being held by obligation was being so open with her, when she was struggling with her own emotions. She patted his back, and let him cling to her. I'm sure you will. My plans would be fruitless and fail without your help. But for now, if you really want to make me stop worrying so much about you..
She bent in and looked him straight in the eye again. Won't you consider talking to Barth again? He doesn't take marks seriously. I agree with you. And I will admit with some guilt that I am rather partial to being the only one whose mark you bear. But I feel he takes your bond seriously. Perhaps, instead of doing his chores for him, you can be there for him in other ways.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 1:49 am
He shifted, but didn't move from his hunched, awkward cuddling, like an abused dog curled against it's savior who had brought treats and cans of meat. He... he should. But he was afraid of what the demon would say. Barth was... slow. About a lot of things. Not to say he was unintelligent, not in the least, but it was difficult to figure him out sometimes, if only because he was too lazy to say much at all.
And it was difficult to keep conversations simple. He had gotten good at Charades, but he had been so upset when Dr. Fell had...
He had heard of something somewhere, but never had thought much about it until recently. Mistress? Could... could... he sounded hesitant, his mental voice quiet, Could I ask a favor?
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 1:51 am
Riley was suddenly reminded of the olden days, when hearing those words brought a thrill to her heart. Asking a demon for a favor.. she was always looking forward to it. It was laughable now - Christof already had her mark, and things just didn't work for her that way anymore.
Of course, Christof. You can ask me for anything. She brushed his hair - ugh, she'd tried to comb it and now it was all a mess again - away from his eyes.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 1:54 am
He swallowed, looking pained to ask for anything at all, but it was necessary to accomplish this Task. I don't have much money, The only seeds his Master Creator sent him occasionally were spent on kibble for Scruff or the occasional text book or sweet drink. If I could... borrow a few seeds for... some books. For Master Barth and Mister Calder. And I'd need one as well.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 1:58 am
Riley cocked her head for a second. She hadn't expected the request to be so simple. Is that all, Christof? You must know you can ask me for anything you need. What good am I as a Mistress, if I cannot provide for you? She untangled herself from his arms, and sat up to rifle through her nightstand, until she found a little pouch. She untied the string and checked inside, pulling out a large glowing ruby and setting it on the nightstand. That was special.
She turned and handed him the pouch, which was a little heavy. That is the change I had left over from an excursion I took to the Maul recently. Horrid place, really. I was only there for some oddities. Anyway.. there should be, perhaps 50 seeds in there? I take it that will be enough for your needs?
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