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 Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2014 3:41 pm
Mik went bright red at the kiss, the blush turning his Scandinavian complexion beet red. It was one thing to be kissed by his mother, it was another to be kissed by a very nice smelling lady who was his new best friend.
"I trust you!" he protested. "So, so much. I promise Sasha." He was still flustered as he added "No matter what people say."
It was so reassuring to know he had more people who would help him, that he was making friends against the odds. He was going to be super popular! Once again though he found himself derailed as Sasha herself said she'd confide in him.
"Ja! Absolutely! I am always here with my ears ready to help you and willing to do whatever I can. " She was really really nice. Really nice. He wondered if this was what having a girlfriend was like. "Anything for you friend!"
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2014 4:15 pm
"Good."
Sasha sounded entirely too pleased before pulling back, reaching out to briefly straighten Mikael's jacket. She gently patted his hot cheek, relishing the blush that stained his pale skin.
"Shall we make the rounds? I'll teach you all about pod duty, and what to look out for if someone is waking up, how does that sound, ma petite bête - and then once we are finished with pod duty, I will show you where my room is so that you always know where to find me?"
Sasha rose to her feet and reached out for his hand.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2014 4:24 pm
The short boy straightened up with pride as she straightened out his jacket, which had been sitting askew since he got it. He already felt more human in her most capable hands.
"Yes please!" he said, eager to learn. There was always that vaguely blank, far off look to him, as if he wasn't quite paying attention, but sometimes like now he seemed to hone in a little more on what was going on.
"The people wake up?" he asked, wide blue eyes scanning the rows of pods. "I thought we just watched them, that it is like a graveyard." He looked horrified at this thought as he took her hand in his.
"What if someone was to cut the power off?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2014 4:42 pm
"Yes, they wake up. Just like you woke up, and I woke up. It is nothing like a graveyard, but more like a garden."
A garden of bodies, each one more worthless than the last.
"If someone were to cut the power off, it would be like blocking out the sun forever, and our little garden would wilt and die - and wouldn't that be a shame, Mikael? When we are scheduled for pod duty, we have to make absolutely sure that they are all safe and sound in their little homes, and when one shows any sign of distress, we have to be certain to take care of it ourselves. If we cannot, we will call someone who can."
Sasha squeezed his hand.
"We have to document vitals and observe the pods. It's really quite relaxing. In fact, one time I had pod duty and I danced with a man. Do you know how to dance, Mikael?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2014 8:45 am
"Ooh a garden, that makes sense." Mikael looked over the sleeping pods and found himself oddly fascinated by them as part of a huge garden, waiting to wake up like fairies.
<> snarled his weapon in his thoughts, and he felt - almost like a stab of anxiety - the fear and rage of an animal confined. He had suffered a great deal at the hands of his weapon in that cupboard. It was the only time he'd ever heard Fen really lose his grip on control. This whole place felt like a trap.
He stared a long time. They had to look after the people. Not hurt them, help them wake up.
There was a strange feeling as if the bottom dropped out of his stomach and he couldn't look anymore, turning back to Sasha, smiling as the lights seemed to come back on in his head. "I can dance!" he said. He couldn't dance.
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2014 11:00 am
Sasha was silent as Mikael stared, merely watching him. She could not guess his age, but that was not an issue - just a fleeting thought that flickered through her mind. She was excited, very excited, by the prospect of keeping Mikael very close. It was intense and far, far too appealing. Once he turned back to her, Sasha let out a soft sort of chuckle, razor blades and broken glass - (rough, harsh, ugly) - and reached out for the young man. "Show me! Dance with me here, just a little, and it will be our little secret. Just imagine the most beautiful music you can think of - from your piano, perhaps - and hum it aloud. Come!"
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2014 11:18 am
Mikael had no shame and no issues with self confidence, so when Sasha said that he should dance, he did. It was embarassing, or would have been to anyone who cared how others saw them, there was no skill or grace, only a heed to a tune that he hummed aloud, a tune oddly dissonant to the tempo of his dance. It was almost recognisable as Mozart's Lacrimosa, only the inherent sadness and magnificence seemed to be completely absent in the boy's perception of the tune.
He held out a hand for Sasha and let out a laugh that was all innocence and light.
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2014 12:03 pm
Sasha took the boy's hand, allowing herself to enjoy the difference in height. He was so petite, it was absolutely lovely. It rather quickly became obvious that the small blond could not dance, but Sasha didn't mind. She took one of his hands and placed it on the curve of her hip before nestling her opposite hand in his. Finally, Sasha rested her hand on his shoulder, immediately humming the tune that he'd begun - though it changed shortly after to Liszt's Un Sospiro, something that Sasha was a bit more familiar with - and a song that had been on a rather cherished MP3 player given to her by the doctor so very long ago.
"You are a fine dancer," Sasha paused in her humming to whisper, her lips brushing against the shell of his ear.
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2014 2:08 pm
Mikael really didn't understand what it was that Sasha was doing to him, all he knew was that his pulse kicked up and he felt even happier than he normally did, that he felt giddy, dizzy and almost like he could fly. He was completely pliable to anything that Sasha wanted him to do, his hands obligingly staying wherever she put them.
"That is a very lovely song." he said, again reminded of the fact that his mother had cut classical music out of his and her life as much as she could as well. It had been silly, nice people liked it, just because his father had didn't mean anything at all.
"I like you." he said, and closing his eyes, let out a satisfied, safe sigh.
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2014 3:00 pm
"It's one of my favorites," Sasha replied softly, dipping her head the short distance needed in order to whisper against Mik's ear once more. She wondered, very briefly, how compliant he might be - and with a soft touch, Sasha slipped her hand down his arm to the hand at her waist, and very slowly eased it around her hip so that it rested on the curve of her a**.
She stepped in closer to him, brought him closer to her. Sasha placed his other hand on her waist, and then she draped her arms over his shoulders.
"I like you," Sasha murmured. "You're a very lovely, lovely young man."
She fell silent for a brief time, and stopped their slow swaying altogether.
"How are you feeling? Would you like to keep dancing?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2014 3:11 pm
Mik didn't stop Sasha and simply found himself thinking that she had a very soft butt. He'd been told it wasn't polite to tell people thinks like that though, complimenting boobs or bums was /very rude/. So he simply stayed put, wondering why he was having so much fun when they were only dancing and not even with music. Sasha smelled very good.
He could not have been happier at the compliment either. "Thank you very much. People are always saying I am lazy or I don't have grasp of what is going on. I do. I am just happy and not afraid to be happy."
As the dancing slowed he gave her an uncertain look, frowning as if assessing how he actually felt. He wasn't exactly sure. "I feel more happy than I normally do." he said. "I can't tell if its the dancing or my new best friend."
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2014 3:27 pm
"I think you are perfect just the way you are," Sasha purred very close to his temple, pulling away enough to press a kiss to the spot just in front of his ear. "Being happy is very important. Do you know what would make me very happy, Mikael?"
Sasha paused. She truly wanted nothing more than to sink her claws into him, her teeth, and tear him apart. He was so very darling, so very precious, and so very easy. He hadn't pulled his hands away - but he hadn't moved them either, which was something of a cause for concern.
"I would like to introduce you to a friend of mine. That would make me happy."
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2014 3:38 pm
Mikael loved to be told he was perfect. It was his favourite, people were always always telling him about the things he did wrong (which were apparently numerous) and no matter what he did no one told him he was good. "That means a lot." he said, and meant it. "And what? Anything! Anything to make you happy. Anything." The look he gave her was akin to a golden retriever aiming for a treat.
It wasn't even a problem what she asked of him. "A friend of yours is a friend of mine!"
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2014 4:44 pm
Sasha loved puppies. Mik was a puppy. A sweet, eager-to-please little puppy.
"How wonderful. I will let you know when it is time. Now, Mikael."
Sasha readjusted her hips, absolutely delighted at how Mikael had responded thus far - such a good little pet, and she only hoped that he never angered her.
Then again, she absolutely hoped he did. It would be delicious to see how low she could bring him by word and by act.
"I think our shift is nearly up. Would you like to walk me back to my room after we gather your drawing supplies?"
Sasha hadn't yet decided if she would invite him in or not - perhaps to reward him, but it was also important to see, exactly, how deep his loyalties ran.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2014 7:15 pm
Mik was still giving Sasha his absolute attention. "Time flies when you are having fun." he said delightedly. "I like pod shift already. I am looking forward to next time." Time spent in the garden of the not-dead people who he mustn't harm.
"My mother said I should be a gentleman! Gentlemen always look after ladies, never hurt them and walk them places if they need it. I will be a gentleman!" He eagerly went over to gather his colouring things - though he did not quite skip this time, he wasn't able - and then holding them all close, he headed back over to the huntress.
He wasn't sure why he was in such a good mood, all of him was happy, moreso even than normal, dancing seemed to be good for the soul.
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