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 Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2013 4:32 pm
†Edger Hamish† Demon born and raised "There ain't no grave that can hold my body down, when I hear that trumpet sound, imma rise ten feet outta the ground." •·.·´¯`·.·• •·.·´¯`·.·• Edger walked out of the pearly shining, marble covered room. He only had pants and a black wife-beater on. He had released, the steam from the room which followed him. His skin was a slight pasty red from the hot water. He slightly blank face onto his expression, it laid. He went back down the stairs and under them, the wall held a door, to the basement. From there, he could be heard tossing large logs, of wood into the giant fiery iron cauldron. He wiped sweat from his body and saw the fire need only few more pieces. He continued throwing the wood into the giant furnace, the pieces he held onto his shoulders, that he would carry into the things range were splitting small splinters into his shoulders. He just huffed and puffed to keep his energy flowing.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2013 5:42 pm
 Ʌ ɴ ε ɱ σ ɴ έ _☩ β ҽ ʃ ʗ ʀ σ ʂ ʂ ___________________ • ________________  ⋙⋙ Anemone's mind was brought back to reality from the sound of water stopping. She blinked, listening closely for his movements and soon, she heard his heavy steps pass her room and down the stairs. She walked to her door, her steps silent on the wooden surface of the floors. She walked quietly down the steps, keeping distance enough but close enough to watch him. Her bare feet had made not a single sound as she followed him down to the basement. She observed in silence as he stocked the fire, breaking a sweat by such action. She could see the outline of his muscles from the warm light of the wild fire. As he threw the massive logs into the fire, she had seen the splinters that had buried themselves into his skin. She frowned, lowering herself to the cold floor and stepping to him. She cleared her throat, letting him know that she was there. She hesitated, her hand reaching to his shoulder. She looked to him, then back to his arm. "Here... let me.." She began, stepping on her tip-toes and bringing herself to him.
She plucked the slivers of wood from his skin, small amounts of blood lifting from the pockets they had created. She paused once more before parting her lips and running her tongue over the small wounds. She lowered herself and took a step away. The wounds closed, the bleeding ceased. She bowed to him, her pink hair falling around her face. She rose up, her eyes still on the floor. "Thanks for dinner, Master Edgar. It was lovely." Her voice was soft, almost blending into the crackling of the fire. She turned, walking to the stairs. "Goodnight." She looked back at him before walking back upstairs. ⋘⋘
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2013 5:59 pm
†Edger Hamish† Demon born and raised "There ain't no grave that can hold my body down, when I hear that trumpet sound, imma rise ten feet outta the ground." •·.·´¯`·.·• •·.·´¯`·.·• Edger blushed with a shocked face onto his sould. She licked him but he said nothing, she got him off guard, as it would seem, but he just shook it off looking in the direction she walked off. He wasn't going to question why she was so maid-like. He just nodded and closed the iron giant with a single hand. His face was in thought at the moment so he just tried to pull the feelings of what she did away. He sniffed his shoulder, and just stayed down stairs watching some television by the fire.
He had a plate of lemons and thought of what she had said to him. Then silently spoke to himself, with a whisper. "It was the least I could do for someone, who is living here." He mentioned staring at the tv. He pulled one of the lemons up to his lips and sucked the first bit of lemon flesh he got his teeth in. The fruit started to grey and become skinner to being a colorless shell holding nothing to it but, the flappy old flesh of lemon. The fruit was now old in a sense.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2013 6:43 pm
Ʌ ɴ ε ɱ σ ɴ έ _☩ β ҽ ʃ ʗ ʀ σ ʂ ʂ ___________________ • ________________ ⋙⋙ Anemone made her way to the bathroom, still steaming from her master's shower. She promptly picked his dirty clothes from the floor, along with his used towels and brought them to the laundry room for her to do in the morning. She looked down the stairs and quietly watched him eat the bitter fruit. She then turned and walked to her newly assigned room. She stepped to the mirror, pulling up her hair and looking at the scars on her shoulder blades. She slowly shrugged, making them move and she sighed, letting her hair fall. She dragged her feet to her bed and climbed under the covers, pulling it over her head. She lay there in silence, not sleeping but just staying still. She wasn't really one for sleeping. Too many things lay within her mind and sleep unleashed them and made them a reality until she awoke. And on her first night, she didn't want to live such things. ⋘⋘
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2013 8:56 pm
†Edger Hamish† Demon born and raised "There ain't no grave that can hold my body down, when I hear that trumpet sound, imma rise ten feet outta the ground." •·.·´¯`·.·• •·.·´¯`·.·• As the shifting colors of the skies gave an windowed area of the home. The slowly drifting clouds helped the beams of light move. Some lights shimmered onto Anemone's head. They were shaped by the blinds of the window. Edger woke up from practically being poked by the suns light.
Grunting with not wanting to rise, he just narrowed his eyes having his usual angry look. He rubbed his eyes having extremely messy hair, from rolling around in his rather large bed. He popped the slight crick in his neck. Yawning and stretching, he then fixed his clothing from the rather rough tumble of trying to sleep. He sighed going to make some breakfast. The smell got around the house.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2013 11:20 am
Ʌ ɴ ε ɱ σ ɴ έ _☩ β ҽ ʃ ʗ ʀ σ ʂ ʂ ___________________ • ________________ ⋙⋙ Anemone woke up to the abrupt smell of breakfast being made. She shot up, looking at the clock beside her bead. Cursing herself, she shot up, wrapping herself in a small silk robe and running down the stairs. She slid into the kitchen and what a site she was. Hair still a mess from sleeping, and panting from running down to the kitchen, it must have looked hilarious. She walked to him, pulling him from the stove top. "Go." She began a stern face staring up at him. "I mean, you made dinner. It's only fair.." She gently pushed him from the kitchen and into the living room. She smiled. "I will call you when it is ready." She waved and turned back to the kitchen.
She pulled her long hair up in to a messy bun and washed her hands before turning to the fridge and pulling out what she would need. There wasn't a lot there for a lavish breakfast, but enough to be filling. She brought out everything to the counter and continued onto his meal that he had already prepared. After about twenty minutes, it was done and she called him back. Laid out on the kitchen table was a delicious breakfast set for her master. "Bona petite!" She bowed. She didn't go to sit with him right away, but rather began to wash the pans she had dirtied in the process. ⋘⋘
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2013 2:34 pm
†Edger Hamish† Demon born and raised "There ain't no grave that can hold my body down, when I hear that trumpet sound, imma rise ten feet outta the ground." •·.·´¯`·.·• •·.·´¯`·.·•  Edger just sat there for a moment, his facial expression had shown him as confused. He just blinked and shrugged going upstairs and fixed himself up for a long road ahead. While he washed his face he smelled a different food, and heard Anemone call him, he had fast moved down the stairs and stood in front of the kitchen. He was about to sit down at the table, but saw she was hard at work. She had told him about the household chores so he just sat behind her watching.
Edger wanted to eat with her as a sign of showing some welcome. The she was this morning, had explained the feeling was to this place and him were like. He just watched the as her soft hands washed the dishes. He remembered what it felt like when she touched him, almost the same resemblance of a sheep's wool. He then turned from her looking at the waves crashing against the rocks. It seemed as though the rocks and waves were hands, that constantly fought for dominance to him, Edger's eyes were slightly pink when he awoke, but then switched back to ruby red the longer he had been up.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2013 3:04 pm
Ʌ ɴ ε ɱ σ ɴ έ _☩ β ҽ ʃ ʗ ʀ σ ʂ ʂ ___________________ • ________________ ⋙⋙ Anemone felt as if eyes were watching her as she worked, unnerving her slightly. Why was he watching her? Was she doing something wrong? She finally dried the last pan, placing it on it's hook before sitting opposite her master and smiled sweetly. She placed a napkin on her lap before picking up her fork. She looked over to the man's plate, seeing it untouched. "It there something wrong with your food. Are you a vegitarian?" She frowned, her hands loweringback to the table. She didn't even ask what he would like for breakfast or what he even liked to eat. She wasn't really good at cooking, she knew that. But she didn't think that she would offend anyone by it.
She stood up once more. "I am sorry... I will make you something more enjoyable." She bit her lip, cursing herself in her mind as she backed from the table and stepped once more to the cooking area of the kitchen. As she passed him, her leg accidently brushed against his arm. ⋘⋘
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2013 3:40 pm
†Edger Hamish† Demon born and raised "There ain't no grave that can hold my body down, when I hear that trumpet sound, imma rise ten feet outta the ground." •·.·´¯`·.·• •·.·´¯`·.·• Edger shook his head out her as he stood behind her laying a hand on Anemone's shoulder as he shook his head. "The food is good, I just want you to eat with me." He said just keeping a blank face to her, but tried to give her honesty. "The food is great, I just would like if you ate with me." He mentioned and sat down at the table. He didn't notice when she brushed past him, but he looked at her, not trying to discourage anyone. "I have to work later, so I hope you can hold your own here till I get back. He told her still wearing his long pajama pants and black wife-beater. He ate some of the breakfast leaving the bacon for last, he loved the bacon. He cracked a small smile tasting the rest of the food on the plate, he liked her cooking.
Edger's face lit up slightly past, blank and his cheeks reddened. "This is great!" He yelled, not really having good food, like what she has prepared in a while. He then realized his tone, the tone of over excitement. He silenced himself and went to his blank face, looking at her and nodding to her. "Thank you." He exclaimed, also realizing what it felt like, when she moved by him, he mentally block another thought out not wanting to think about, his thoughts were to eloped onto his past to want something like that, to think about.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2013 7:19 pm
Ʌ ɴ ε ɱ σ ɴ έ _☩ β ҽ ʃ ʗ ʀ σ ʂ ʂ ___________________ • ________________ ⋙⋙ Anemone felt a hand on her shoulder and she froze. It was heavy and warm. More than warm. She looked back at him and nodded when he asked for her to join him back at the table. She sat in front of him, eating silently and watching for signs that he was enjoying the meal. When he finally smiled, a blush broke on her cheeks. "Thank you, Master." She bowed her head, looking out to the sea. She wasn't really hungry. But she was picking enough to make it seem like she was.He asked if she would be alright until he got back home and she nodded. "May I know what time you will be home this evening...?" She asked. "So I may have dinner ready by your return?" She clarified so she didn't come off as needy. She didn't want to start dinner right when he got home. He would probably be starving by that time. Perhaps he would run to the market they passed the other day. Make something special ⋘⋘
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2013 7:38 pm
†Edger Hamish† Demon born and raised "There ain't no grave that can hold my body down, when I hear that trumpet sound, imma rise ten feet outta the ground." •·.·´¯`·.·• •·.·´¯`·.·• His expression drew back to blank. The upcoming conversation needed to be met with an adult type of answer. "Consider the time now I will return an hour on the dawn, or just as soon as the moon, is swallowed by the sea." He said pointing over to the sun which was peaking right over the water. "I will come back with some groceries and we may cook together." He told her not wanting any last words from her. He felt he could do some things around the house to not feel lazy. He was standing against the stove and he ate the bacon left over while he leaned against the stove. On his arm, it revealed many scars on the right arm, only one on the shoulder of his left. The tip of one could be seen coming from the head hole of his wife-beater, the scar was "aged to perfection."
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