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 Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2016 8:47 pm
The ones who are hardest to love Often need it the most
The ones who are hardest to love Often need it the most
The ones who are hardest to love Often need it the most ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Do you trust me? Sage grinned mischievously at all the whining and protesting his companion was doing. He was so used to acting like an adult that he never allowed himself to act like a child. "Freed..." He paused for effect, his features cast in a deadpan, serious expression. "There is nothing little about me.. As I'm sure you know" He wondered how far he could push the young duke. Probably not too much more. "Yeah, yeah. Think what you want. Though I caught you looking at me earlier, so maybe you're the pervert. Not me." Teasing Freed was so much fun! Oh, if only he had escaped earlier. Or met Lionel earlier. Then maybe his criminal record wouldn't be as bad as it was. Sage was a family man and needed someone to protect, otherwise he had no purpose and couldn't do anything but exist. He couldn't live properly like normal people do. Not without a purpose. "Oi. Oi... Hey, now. We both know that there's no one else like me." He ignored the comments about being a brat and annoying. Sage found that Freed was rather attractive when he was mad. Or at least when he was expressing himself actively. The barbarian wasn't keen on people like himself who weren't that open with their emotions. He appeared surprised when his plate of food was returned to him despite pushing it away earlier. "You're really stubborn, you know that right?" Sage reluctantly dug into his meal, unwilling to admit that the young duke had won this round. His heart rate sped up at the sight of Freed's blushing face. Had he said something wrong? "How can I refuse such a polite request? Especially when you're wearing such a cute expression~" Sage chuckled and brought his first bit of food to his lips. It tasted really good! If he ever left this place, he considered kidnapping the cook. His stomach rumbled loudly, as if cheering at the feel of real, actual food. The brunette had been kept in the Khell for so long that he had almost forgotten what actual food tasted like. His diet there had been heavily restricted due to his little antics and attempts at escape. A heavy sigh escaped the male when he was asked about that day. That day long ago. Sage shrugged. "I don't remember." He answered honestly, not bothering to elaborate. In truth, he struggled to recall much of his life during that time. The countless mixes of drugs and varying alcoholic drinks he had consumed on a daily basis made it a struggle to recall much at all. He disguised his lack of knowledge by grinning and saying something off topic. "Ha. Is that concern I hear? You were worried about me~" his grey eyes lowered to his plate. He was almost halfway done with his meal. He ate rather quickly and usually would have finished it all in no time. But he was pacing himself, not wanting to finish first and have Freed feel bad. "Your father?" Sage almost choked on his meat with surprise. To be honest, he should have expected the question. He was tempted to lie and say that no, he did not know Freed's father. But he found that he couldn't. Not when Freed was making such an effort to eat and act civil. "Lionel? Yeah I knew him... He was... My only friend." The warrior answered slowly, not going into too much detail. Freed didn't need to know all the details. The less he knew about Sage, the better.  Then take my hand▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬I've been fighting since I was a child I am not a survivor
I've been fighting since I was a child I am not a survivor
I've been fighting since I was a child I am not a survivor  I am a warrior❣ LOCATION → Lionis, Norcross Manor
❣ COMPANY → Freed Norcross
❣ DATING → Nobody
❣ OOC → Y-Yeah? Well... CREVAN IS A PERVERT! rofl
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2016 9:03 am
 ▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Freed Orleander Norcross Duke of Norcross
❛All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy.
That's how far the world is from where I am.
Just one bad day.❜
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I'm feeling: Unwell | I'm with: Sage | I have: $400EC
Freed had become quite irritated with the constant teasing and bickering, especially at the sight of his mischievous grin though when he’d look serious all of a sudden, Freed would appear a little startled. His voice was deep when he called out the young man’s name, his voice serious and stern. ”Y-yes?” he asked, his movements stopping altogether as he’d look into his storm grey eyes. Had he said something?
Freed’s expression was indifferent. One second, two, three and his cheeks would flush fifty shades of red. His gaze would trail down the barbarian’s abdomen, eventually falling upon a certain area upon the man’s body. Little? Little?! ”SHUT UP!” his booming voice bounced off the walls of his room as he slammed his palm upon the table. ”I-I.. I don’t know! A-a-and I don’t need to know- Y-you.. You pervert-..!!” he whined and wailed about, stabbing his fork into his food. What was up with this old man? Was it so much fun teasing the duke? Freed heaved a frustrated sigh, wanting to stop talking altogether but whenever the barbarian spoke, the young man automatically countered his words without thinking. ”The last person I’d ever look at is you! Goodness’ sake! What’s your problem?!” he frowned, this time, actually getting rather ticked off but when he’d catch a glimpse of the barbarian’s face, Freed’s anger would subside. It felt like he was looking at his father. It felt.. nostalgic. He fell silent and simply gazed at his plate of food that was barely half finished. When he would point out that there was no one else like him, Freed rolled his eyes again. ”Well that’s the best news I’ve heard in so many years. At least I won’t meet anyone who’s as irritating as you.” he huffed and puffed. He simply ignored Sage’s statement when he was called stubborn. Sure, he was but the young man was only concerned about the barbarian’s well-being. When he actually did dig into his food, Freed’s lips would curve into a smile and a lighthearted chuckle could be heard. Call Freed whatever he wanted, as long as he ate, the young duke wouldn’t mind. For now, at least.
Nah. That’s quite impossible. ”Starve to death, why don’t you.” hissed the young man. ”..and I am not cute. I keep telling you- why don-t you ever listen!”
A cute expression, he says. What exactly did he look like when he asked Sage to join him for dinner? All he knew was that he always had this pale complexion that made him look as if he hadn’t slept in years. Noticing how half of the barbarian’s food was devoured effortlessly, the young man would raise an eyebrow in amusement. He wondered if the food suited his taste, or if he simply forced it down because Freed told him to. He didn’t want to ask him anymore questions knowing full-well Sage would make a witty remark if he did but the young man somehow convinced himself that it was alright. ”Did it suit your taste? I can always have the chef cook up something else for you if it’s not enough.” asked the man with a reluctant but genuine tone of voice. He wasn’t all too concerned when Sage claimed to not recall much from that day he stumbled across their mansion. If it was too personal, Freed wouldn’t bother prying any further. Once again, much expected, he was struck with yet another witty comment. In that split second, annoyance took over him and he’d spout his words without processing his thoughts at all. ”So what if I am- it’s not as if you can do anything about it.” Huh? Freed’s eyes would widen in surprise before he downcast his eyes. How embarrassing. He’d glare at Sage before digging into his food, sending a spoonful into his mouth to stop himself from speaking. ”Your father?” his voice sounded surprised and Freed would gaze at him with his cheeks stuffed with whatever he shoved into his mouth. Where had his courtesy gone? The young man didn’t really bother at this point. An only friend, he answered. It sounded almost painful to hear his father’s name coming from Sage’s lips and he figured it might have been equally painful for the barbarian to be reminded of the former duke under such circumstances. He’d swallow his mouth’s contents, eventually placing his utensils down when he knew he had reached his capacity, even though his food was still barely half finished. ”If it’s hard for you to tell me then.. It’s fine. I’m sorry for bringing things up.” he only wanted to hear what his father was like from another person’s lips. He wanted to know something about his father, something he never had the chance to understand as a child. ”Why are you so concerned of my health when.. we have nothing to do with each other? I mean- I’m just a strang-” a stranger? It felt weird saying such a thing. Were they strangers? Freed’s eyebrows would furrow and he’d reach forth and took another small bite from his plate. ”Have we perhaps.. met before? You look.. familiar? A short encounter, perhaps? I can’t remember-..”
Out.Of.Crocodiles: //GASPSSSS LEAVE MY BBY CREVAN OUT OF THIS. HE IS INNOCENT.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2016 12:59 am
The ones who are hardest to love Often need it the most
The ones who are hardest to love Often need it the most
The ones who are hardest to love Often need it the most ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Do you trust me? The way this young duke had reacted to his words made Sage laugh. He was struggling against the urge to kiss him right then. He could feel Freed's gaze upon his body, and that just made the urge stronger still. Barbarians were rather animilistic in behaviour sometimes. Especially when it came to their sexual urges. They took whatever caught their fancy and had their way with them whenever and whereever they wanted. Very savage, indeed. But for this man, the feared barbarian was willing to wait. He couldn't take advantage of a kid. Or taint such a pure soul. And he couldn't risk hurting him. He couldn't break his promise. "If you keep reacting like that, I won't be able to help myself... I'll just have to rape you." It was impossible to tell if he was joking or being serious with that admission. Even Sage himself, struggled to tell. He hadn't had sexual relations with anyone in years. The others in jail weren't his type and any sex he'd had before the Knell had been to earn money, not for pleasure. Such a pain. "I saw you looking. And I think you rather enjoyed it. Besides, I think I'm rather attractive. There are worse things you could be staring at." He shrugged, onbviously unaffected by the duke's behaviour. Although when he had slammed his hand against the table, the noise had caused Sage to flinch. It was a reflex. He was sensitive to loud noises that got his adrenalin pumping. Fight or flight? But he relaxed afterwards, acting as if nothing had happened. "Really? Irritating? And here I was, just thinking about how manly and handsome you were looking." He feigned hurt at the comment, but his grin contradicted it. The laugh was music to his ears and actually made the warrior feel at ease. That laugh settled him, in a way that only two had ever done before. His wife and child. Their laughter could fight away his weariness and make him strong when he was feeling weak. Why did this boy's laughter have the same effect? He put the thought out of his mind and focused on his food. "I tried that. It didn't work. I ended up in a coma for a month." He answered matter-of-factly, once again making it impossible to tell if he was joking or not. "Let me put it this way, cutie... I'm a guy that can only hear what he wants to hear. So you might as well save your breath~" His stormy eyes were locked onto Freed's face, memorising every aspect of his expression. It really was cute. Was this duke really worried about him? His tone had sounded genuine when he asked about the food, but Sage had a hard time trusting people. Maybe he could take a chance just this once and be just as genuine with his response? "No thanks. It was the best meal I've had in years." Or not. "Though if I'm still hungry later, I wouldn't mind having a taste of you~" So much for being genuine. The food was really good, though. Honestly, it had been the best meal he had eaten since his wife had died. So that was true concern he had detected in Freed's voice after all? That made him feel strange. He almost felt breathless, without knowing why. "Careful, cutie. I could take advantage of your kindness and your concern. I am still a beast, after all." He warned quietly, taking another mouthful of the delicious food. Sage reached over and gently cupped both of Freed's cheeks with his scarred hands. He looked adorable! Like a chipmunk with its cheeks stuffed with food. When the ravenette finally swallowed the food, he withdrew his hands and held them up in a sign of surrender in case Freed grew upset at the affectionate gesture. "Don't apologise. It's nothing. I just..." He sighed heavily before continuing. "I'm just not much of a talker." He finished weakly, not adding that he didn't want Freed to get too close with him so he wouldn't get into any trouble if the guards found him. The less he knew about Sage, the better. "I made a promise to your father years ago. I promised to repay him for his help. And he... He made me promise to look after you. Just you." Being so serious was an idiosyncrasy of Sage's new personality, so he decided to lighten the mood a little. "Besides, after I saw how cute you were, how could I leave?" He chuckled and continued eating slowly, pacing himself with Freed. He looked away at the next question, unable to meet his gaze. "When Lioniel took me in... I was a drunk. I took every drug and drank any liquour that found its way to me. I was a bad person... I still am." He paused, reflecting on his time with Lionel. He hadn't been introduced to the family, but he had encountered Freed a few times when he was just a child. "I used to sleep in the stables. I met you a few times. You were so serious as a kid, it's good to see that you can still have fun." He didn't like being so honest. He was a crook and hated talking about his past. But something about Freed made him easy to talk to. Despite that, Sage wasn't going to spill all his secrets just because he was in good company. No. He would keep his past and his sins to himself. Then take my hand▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ I've been fighting since I was a child I am not a survivor
I've been fighting since I was a child I am not a survivor
I've been fighting since I was a child I am not a survivor I am a warrior ❣ LOCATION → Lionis, Norcross Manor
❣ COMPANY → Freed Norcross
❣ DATING → Nobody
❣ OOC → ROFL WELL HE IS ABOUT AS INNOCENT AS SAGE!
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2016 2:13 am
▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Freed Orleander Norcross Duke of Norcross
❛All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy.
That's how far the world is from where I am.
Just one bad day.❜
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I'm feeling: Unwell | I'm with: Sage | I have: $400EC
R-rape?
Freed's face would flush pale. He'd usually counter his words but this time around, he couldn't tell if the barbarian was being serious or if he was simply joking around. The young man held his arms out just in case Sage had randomly decided to pounce on him like some hungry beast. That man was unpredictable. It was only then, Freed would take notice of the scars he had on his hand, probably ones that were inflicted by his abusive mother. "I-I'm not a-as weak as y-you t-t-think!" he stuttered, only ever withdrawing his trembling hands when it was alright to. At least when he thought it was alright to. It was impossible to read the barbarian's expressions. His eyes held so many things. The past, the present. His storm grey eyes appeared ever so slightly clouded and Freed would find himself once again staring for a little too long. He quickly averted his gaze, refusing to look at the barbarian. He'd take a sip of the wine his maid brought up with his food and distract himself as much as possible though he still found his gaze wandering back towards Sage. "I found out earlier you were a pervert but I didn't think you'd be a narcissist either. What a surprise." stated the man sarcastically with his well-known sharp tongue. He'd take notice of how the barbarian reacted to the sound that echoed throughout the room when he'd slam his hand upon the table. Was he startled? Was it something he didn't like? Freed made a mental note to be careful but it appears Sage wasn't the only person who heard the loud bang. Layla came in soon after, a face full of worry for the young duke. She would ask if the young duke was alright and she would look rather surprised when she took notice of the food he had eaten. Freed chuckled and stood up, placing his unfinished plate upon the tray. "I hope you've eaten, Laila. It's not good to overwork yourself. It's late, get some rest. Goodnight." with a soft kiss upon her forehead, and a return on his, Freed would sit on the side of his bed and remove the coat he had on.
Manly and handsome? Freed raised an eyebrow. This time, upon receiving his 'compliment', the young man didn't protest though he still seemed rather hesitant to accept them. "Hey, don't give me that look. It's pretty obvious who the victim is in this case." his lips curved into a frown.
He couldn't tell once again, if Sage was telling the truth. Starve himself to death? Why would he? Freed would look at him for a short moment, analyzing the expression upon his features but in the end, he couldn't come to a conclusion. His frown deepened even further and his eyebrows furrowed into knots. Honestly. If Freed had the strength, he'd so willingly knock this man out cold. He huffed angrily, ignoring the barbarian's statements. "Then I'd rather not talk to you at all! Stop it!" countered the man, his tone sounded almost as if he was pleading. Cutie? Who the hell addresses people in such a way? His crimson orbs would finally have a small glimmer to them when Sage appreciated the meal that was served but apparently, he wasn't all too serious about his 'gratitude' either. When Sage spoke of such things, Freed would find himself picturing it in his mind. A taste of him? "A taste of me?" what is he? A cannibal? Confusion took over his features but eventually, he'd blush when he realised what the barbarian actually meant. "O-Oh.." he murmured, falling silent when his mind was still slow at processing the message. After a solid minute, the man would snap at Sage, his hands balled up into fists whenever he'd protest. "Y-You wouldn't dare!" he stated, though when he recalled just how Sage looked at him earlier, confusion would take over his face once more.
"Careful, cutie. I could take advantage of your kindness and your concern. I am still a beast, after all." warned the barbarian, and Freed would ask once more. "You wouldn't-.. right?"
His cheeks were flushed red at the sudden skin contact. As irritating as he could be, Freed thought the feeling of his hands against his cheeks felt warm. It was the sort of warmth Freed haven't felt in years. The warmth of his father's hands. Sage somehow reassembled his father. His hands were warm, as if they held the sun within their palms. His expression softened into a genuine one and a barely noticeable smile would curve his lips. His harsh stare softened and he gazed at Sage with crimson orbs that held such tender emotions. He was reminiscing his past, his childhood but soon, Freed would be dragged into the present where he'd realize his embarrassing actions. However, he made no attempt to move, made no attempt to yell at the barbarian for touching him. "Then you don't have to talk if you don't want to. I won't force you to either." Freed answered, his voice soft and quiet. When his father was brought up, his gaze would flick towards Sage, as if expecting something new from his lips. Something about his father that he never knew of. Father knew that.. he was dying? "Father knew his days were limited..?" His eyes widened and hurt would flash before his eyes. Had he known all along that his sickness would be impossible to cure? Didn't the doctors say that he'd recover eventually? Did his father lie to him? Freed looked angry but above all, he looked hurt. He didn't like it when people lied to him, whether it be a white lie or not. He wanted the truth, no matter how painful it might be. His witty comment was ignored by the young man and he would merely gaze at Sage with an empty, darkened gaze. Sage continued eating his meal and the food that once seemed to delicious to Freed would appear bland. The wine would taste horrible. In fact, everything looked horrible.
He knew his father was protective of him but he never thought he'd go as far as to lie about his sickness. He wasn't angry over that, no. He was simply sad. He was simply filled with regret over why he didn't spend just a little more time with his father before he took his final breath. Freed's eyes would flicker when the barbarian claimed to be a bad person who was once a drug addict. Why did he do so? Was it because he wanted to escape from something? A past memory? A trauma? The young man didn't ask. He simply listened. He would find it a little surprising that Sage, too, had thought he was a little too serious as a child. He couldn't laugh at that point of his life because if he did, his mother would be furious and his siblings would be harmed. He was only allowed to laugh in his father's company but even then, all there was to it were forced laughters. No wonder Sage demanded to sleep in the stables when he first arrived into the manor. Freed remembered. A man who was rather big sized compared to his own back then, a man who had bruises scattered around his body. He looked so serious back then, so stern and Freed wouldn't come close to him at all. He disliked people who didn't have a smile to their faces but who knew, he had become what he hated when he was a child.
"You're not a bad person." said the man who soon realized he had spoken his thoughts aloud. "..at least I don't think you are." he answered. Sure. He was irritating. He did force himself upon the young duke earlier but..
The young lord absentmindedly reached his hands forward and cup the barbarian's cheeks in a way he'd treat his younger siblings: with tender kindness. He gently brushed his thumb across his bottom eyelids before he started speaking once more. "I say that because I can see it. In your eyes, despite being clouded. They're kind. Hurt.. but kind." and Freed would lift his gaze and meet Sage's storm grey eyes with his crimson ones. His words held sincerity and honesty. Freed wasn't one to lie. He never did.
Out.Of.Crocodiles: D'AWWW SAGEEEEEE LET FREED SHOW YOU SOME LOVE ROFLLLLLL MY HEART ACHES FOR HIM OMGOMG
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2016 1:56 am
The ones who are hardest to love Often need it the most
The ones who are hardest to love Often need it the most
The ones who are hardest to love Often need it the most ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Do you trust me? Sage's eyes took notice of the scars on the duke's hands. What had happened to him? Had this been done to him by his mother? The barbarian hadn't stayed long with the previous duke, but he had lived their long enough to know that Freed's mother wasn't good. His expression became unreadable when Freed quickly withdrew his hands, obviously trying to draw as little attention to them as possible. "Oh, no. I don't think you're weak. I might even go so far as to say that in some ways... You could be stronger than me." His tone was earnest, although he tried to play it off by adding another of his typical remarks. "Although obviously not physically. I'm much stronger than you in that aspect." He tried to laugh his comment off, but when he caught the raven staring at him again, he found that he couldn't. His large hands reached out to hold each of Freed's smaller, more slender ones. He turned them over so their palms were face-up, getting a better look at them before letting go. "What happened? If you tell me yours, I'll tell you mine." He inquired softly, tilting his hands a little so Freed would be able to see Sage's own scars if he so wished. The warrior watched as his companion sipped his wine, obviously eager to distract himself. But even so, he could feel Freed's gaze on him. In an attempt to lighten the mood and make the young duke feel more at ease, he chuckled and pulled a face. "Narcissist? Really? Nah. I'm just confident, that's all." His eyes drifted over to the woman, Layla, as she entered. He could have sworn that he had seen her somewhere before. But he couldn't remember seeing her during his stay with Lionel. "Don't worry. I'll take care of him~!" Sage reassured her, watching their interaction with some amusement. They were obviously really close, the maid and the young duke. "Then I'd rather not talk to you at all! Stop it!" Perhaps he had taken it too far this time? He chose to bite back his next witty remark, and instead he distracted himself by acting very interested in his food. When he lifted his head again, he was met with a pair of glittering red orbs that seemed pleased to hear his approval of their shared meal. The younger male didn't seem to get his meaning, so he waited for his words to sink in. Those cheeks of his suddenly flooded with colour and Sage knew that his meaning had finally come across. His reaction was rather comical. He at first was uncomprehending, then confused, slightly embarrassed, and as understanding finally dawned upon him, he returned to being confused. All those expressions in a mere matter of minutes.. The barbarian found himself smiling fondly as he watched the display. "I wouldn't? But I took advantage of you earlier in the alley, so what makes you think that I wouldn't do it again?" He was saying all this mainly just to tease more reactions out of his serious companion, but he also wanted to remind Freed that he couldn't be trusted. He was a bad person, and Freed didn't need someone like that in his life. Not after his mother. (Although Sage didn't know much about her, either. He had never met her. "You wouldn't-.. right?" He smirked. "No, I won't... Or at least I'll try not to." He paused for effect before adding, "Unless you want me to." The brunette found himself staring as his charge seemed to change right before his eyes. His serious expression faded into a softer one. The corners of his lips would curve upwards into a small, but warm smile. His eyes... Those crimson lights would hold such pure emotions in them, that a criminal like Sage felt unworthy of being reflected in them. He cleared his throat and to hide his embarrassment, he said something ridiculous. "I doubt you could force me to do anything, although it would be interesting to see you try~" He quickly finished off the remaining food on his plate and froze completely at the look of hurt that had flashed across Freed's features. Had he not been watching the sickly male, he would have missed it entirely. "I don't know. We weren't really close. And we only really ever spoke about his plans for the future, my health... And you." Lionel would often get Sage out of trouble while he was trying to get clean. Some days the pain got so bad that the barbarian would steal the drugs or drink needed to make him feel numb. And that usually resulted in him being surrounded by thugs who shared one thought: To do him harm. But Lionel would always be there to save him. It was a strange feeling, to be able to rely on someone like that. Now it was his time to appear confused. He wasn't a bad person? Sage shook his head. Freed didn't know him. He didn't know what he had done. How many people he had hurt.. And yet, Sage didn't feel the need to bring these crimes to life. He didn't want to disillusion this new source of light that had entered his desolate life. "I say that because I can see it. In your eyes, despite being clouded. They're kind. Hurt.. but kind."Don't. Don't say that... Sage stared into those wide eyes, finding himself lost in their crimson depths. He had to fix this. He had to fix this now. He couldn't let Freed look at him like that. They were strangers, and it needed to stay that way. He couldn't drag this kid into his problems. He needed to keep his distance. His breathing hitched and he felt like time had stopped completely. "If you keep being so intimate with me, I'll kiss you again." He warned, his voice betraying him with a husky tone. He pulled away and ran his hand through his hair, focusing on trying to slow his heart rate and even out his breathing. Then take my hand▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ I've been fighting since I was a child I am not a survivor
I've been fighting since I was a child I am not a survivor
I've been fighting since I was a child I am not a survivor I am a warrior ❣ LOCATION → Lionis, Norcross Manor
❣ COMPANY → Freed Norcross
❣ DATING → Nobody
❣ OOC → ROFL SHIP IT ALREADY! MINE TOO! crying
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2016 3:43 am
▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Freed Orleander Norcross Duke of Norcross
❛All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy.
That's how far the world is from where I am.
Just one bad day.❜
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I'm feeling: Unwell | I'm with: Sage | I have: $400EC
Freed started to get a hang on the barbarian’s way of speaking. There was a cycle to it. He would often speak what Freed would assume as the ‘truth’ and after that, as if to cover it up, he would make a witty, disturbing remark. This time, he didn’t yell at Sage, in fact, he didn’t want to. Had he misunderstood his speech after all? Freed was deep in thought, until he heard the painful statement Sage shot at him. It was impossible after all, to ignore his comments. ”I’m not going to fight back. It is true I can’t compete against you strength wise.” Freed was an honest man but his whenever he faced confrontation, he had always been cunning and calculative with his next steps. He was a stealthy man, a person who’d carry out his business when no one was looking. Confusion took him over when the barbarian didn’t laugh like he would after making his usual irritating comment. His gaze immediately darted towards the hand that was extended and the young man would shield himself out of reflex action. What was he going to do? Strip him butt naked? No. Instead, what he did was reach for Freed’s hand and held it within his own. He was confused with his actions. What is he doing? ”What happened? If you tell me yours, I'll tell you mine." was he talking about the scars? When his crimson orbs fell upon the scars Sage revealed on his hand, he would avert his gaze, as if he were terrified to see them. The young man never liked seeing bruises. What could he tell the barbarian? That he murdered his own mother? He looked down upon the hands that appeared rather small within Sage’s large hands. ”Mother would always hit us.. Right at this spot, underneath this bed.. was where I hid my siblings. Sometimes, it would be the closet, the cellar depending on where we were.” he spoke softly and steadily but the slight tremble of his fingers would give him away. ”Mother would come in from that door and there’s the markings on the wall where the door once slammed against. I would be the only person she sees and she would be furious. The maids would stop her but she would threaten to murder me. Whether it be small cuts, a light graze of the blade across well hidden areas on the body-.. She would hit my head against the wall, whatever it takes to hurt me. At first, I wouldn’t mind because I thought that was her way of telling me that she loved me.. but it seems I was wrong. She didn’t. Not one bit.” he breathed a sigh and his voice would crack. However, his crimson orbs would shed no tears at all. They were dry, incapable of crying. He couldn’t cry, because he had siblings to care for, a household to take care of. There was simply no room for tears. ”This scar.. was when she ran her knife into my hand. Because I wouldn’t tell her where my siblings were..” he eventually quieted down, feeling as if he had spoken too much about his past. But Sage had answered most of his questions, so the young duke figured he should at least do the same. His attempt to lighten the mood was very much appreciated and Freed managed a small smile. One that appeared a little less energetic.
”Take care? If anything, you’re slowly killing me.” he rubbed his temples with his index fingers, finding it terribly tiring to carry on with this conversation.
Sage would stick to his words, will he not? Freed narrowed his crimson gaze, cautiously eyeing the barbarian. He most probably wouldn’t take advantage of him now. He had only done so because he had a reason to. Now, he didn’t. ”Because you said you wouldn’t lay a finger on anyone under this roof.” he carefully stated, ”..A-and-! You promised father you’d take care of me. Threatening to rape me isn’t.” he crossed his arms and turned away with a huff. He’ll try not to; he said and the young man supposed that was reassurance enough. Until he spoke of the next sentence. ”Try harder to control yourself! I don’t want it! There’s prostitutes right about now so if you’d please just find one and settle your ‘business’ with, I’d very much appreciate it.” he turned away, gulping down what’s remaining of his wine before setting it down by the table. Freed never liked forcing people to do anything and as much as he found Sage annoying; he wouldn’t make him do something against his will either. He rolled his eyes but the barbarian had a point. Freed would find it amusing too, if he were to try such a thing. He looked at the way the barbarian gobbled down the remaining food on the plate and he’d find it reassuring that he had at least eaten the food prepared for the barbarian. It appears, he had taken notice of Freed’s expression. It wasn’t hard to tell by looking at how his body froze up. They weren’t all that close, it seems but it was still a little painful knowing his farher had hidden the truth from him. When he heard how his father had only spoken about him, that was when he’d be confused. What about his siblings? Was it because he had a weaker body? Was that why his father had always been so overprotective of him? ”I just wish he’d tell me about his sickness..” he pushed himself onto the bed, removing the bow tie around his neck as he’d lean against the bed frame. Freed adjusted his pillow, pulling the second one underneath out for the barbarian. It still felt a little strange sleeping with another person in the bed but he supposed he could compromise this much. The barbarian wasn’t as bad as he seemed. When Sage shook his head and denied his statement, Freed would only gaze at him. No matter what he said, the young man believed him to be a good man. His storm grey eyes seemed so conflicted. Had he said something wrong? He didn’t react like he did earlier where he’d scold the barbarian for threatening him. Instead, he kept his crimson orbs on the barbarian as he’d run his hand through his hair, revealing the scars upon his arm. Freed wondered how he received them but he wouldn’t ask. ”You wouldn’t, Sage. I don’t believe you’ll do something like that. was he being intimate? He didn’t think so. He was only being honest.
Out.Of.Crocodiles: HUEHUEHUEHUE YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH FREED IF YOU WANT TO. THAT MINI TSUNDERE PUNCHING BAG.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2016 7:53 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2016 8:02 am
▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Freed Orleander Norcross Duke of Norcross
❛All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy.
That's how far the world is from where I am.
Just one bad day.❜
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I'm feeling: Unwell | I'm with: Sage | I have: $400EC
”Hurry-..” there stood a fairly young boy, aged around seven years old when he’d urge his younger siblings under the bed. His dark raven locks that was at a shoulder’s length was tied up neatly into a ponytail, his crimson orbs showed signs of worry but his expression remained ever so indifferent. ”It’ll be alright.. Just don’t make a sound- it’ll be over soon. Mommy’s just having a bad day-” he assured them as he made sure they were well hidden out of sight. They would tug on his arm, crying, telling him to join them underneath but the little boy simply said no and forced his arms away from the confinements of their little fingers. Loud storming of the foot steps can be heard and he would quickly move away from the bed, his tiny feet carrying him over to the the wooden door that slammed open in an instant. His crimson orbs met a pair of eyes in the same shade as his, furious and insane. The eyes of a lunatic. The little boy jumped at the sound that boomed throughout the room and his hands would tremble ever so slightly out of fear. Despite so, his expression was strangely calm to the point it came off a little frightening. A child, able to pull such an expression was beyond expectations. ”Oh, Freed. You’re alone? Where are your siblings?” and as always, she would have her eerie smile plastered upon her features. However, despite how she carried herself with poise, her eyes gave her away. The sick, twisted crimson orbs of hers. The little boy would tell her that they weren’t in the house, that they went out to play with the children. A soft caress of her fingers against his hair. She’d pat his head, saying how good he was that he stayed at home, how he shouldn’t mix with people of lower status. ”Then why did you let your siblings go?!” and it was then, she’d forcefully tug against his hair and the little boy would let out a cry of pain. With a forceful slam against the wooden door, he’d collapse to the ground, his body trembling as he felt the pain sprout through his head. ”Stand up, you good for nothing! You’re a waste of my energy!” she cursed, her tone malicious as she’d force him back up by the arm. She’d ask him why he didn’t join his siblings and he’d answer her saying he doesn’t feel well, which would earn him a slap across the face either way. He didn’t cry. No matter how painful it is. He’d curl up, and he’d catch a glimpse out the corner of his eyes, the sight of his siblings cowering in fear as they watched him mercilessly whipped with a belt. What had he done to deserve this? What had they done? Nothing. She just didn’t seem to like seeing them living.
Freed’s eyebrows furrowed, raven locks clinging onto his face as sweat trickled down his forehead. He would whimper, his body shivering in his sleep as he mumbled incoherently. ”Stop it..” he pleaded, his eyes brimming with tears.
Her gaze followed his crimson orbs, eventually laying upon the two children sobbing underneath the bed. His crimson orbs widened in fear as she would step towards them and attempt to pull them out. They would back away into the far corner, thankful that they were blessed with a king sized bed. The little boy ran towards the woman, grabbing her by the skirt, ”Don’t hurt them! Please!” he begged, his eyes brimming with tears as he watched her drag his siblings out by their ankle. She’d scream at him, strangle him by the neck if he stood a little too close to her. When he was shoved aside, he’d run towards his brother and hover his fragile body above theirs, feeling the pain that was inflicted onto his back whenever the belt would touch his skin. It tore his clothes, drew blood upon his little arms. His siblings would cry and struggle but the boy simply held onto them until everything stopped. ”It’s.. Oka-..y! Mommy’s just upset.. Mommy still loves us-...” the boy spoke in between hitched breaths, and his tears would fall when he noticed the few bruises that would appear on his siblings’ bodies.
A few moments would pass where he’d appear peaceful but the next second he would start to struggle in his sleep. His tear drenched face would flush pale and he’d start whimpering once more. ”I’m sorry-.. Please don’t hurt them..” his voice sounded painful and his expression twisted in pain. Freed would eventually curl up into a ball, as if he’s protecting his own body from harm. ”Scared.. Don’t be scared..” he paused, ”It’ll be over soon- it doesn’t hurt-..” and that would be the lie he spoke of to his siblings. He would tell them that it didn’t hurt but when nightfall comes, he would sob quietly in his room, his small fragile heart shattered into pieces whenever he thought of how their mother treated them. He wished his father would take them away with him, leave this house behind but he wouldn’t. They would only be a bag of burden to carry on his business trip. Freed’s head was up against Sage’s chest, and the sound of a beating heart could be heard. In his dream, the boy felt a pair of warm hands cup his cheeks but instead of the barbarian, he’d see his own father. The sight of him walking into the household and catching a glimpse of their bruised body. He’d see his father ignore the pool of blood and dash for his children. It was only then, the tension on his features would disappear. The rhythmic sound of the heartbeat soothing his nightmares. His slender fingers would unconsciously hold onto the barbarian’s hand, wrapping his fingers around Sage’s index finger, like how he would hold Lionel”s hand when he was a child. He’d whimper every now and then but he’d rest much better compared to before. His lips moved, though his voice remained inaudible. However, he would say a word, his voice soft, but the message clear. ”Warm.. It feels warm..”
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2016 1:52 am
The ones who are hardest to love Often need it the most
The ones who are hardest to love Often need it the most
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Do you trust me? Sage's body convulsed painfully next to Freed's sleeping form, experiencing the pain of his dream as if it had really happened. Sweat coated his skin in a salty layer, becoming slick to touch. When the laughter subsided, the barbarian found himself coughing violently. His vision blurred and colour faded to dull shades of grey and white. He forcefully threw his body forwards, landing on the grassy ground beside the rock. As dirt started mingling with his blood, his body started shaking. The man himself lay still on the ground, remaining face down in the grass. But after spending five full minutes in a world without movement, the wild creature stood, blood, dirt and grass covering his body. He forced himself to stand and made his way to a small stream nearby, leaving a trail of blood and broken trees in his wake. As he left the area, movement seemed to return to the land. At the stream, he washed his body, revealing a stomach that now only housed a scar in the place of the gaping wounds his body had accommodated only minutes prior. What was he?The hand that lay against his chest moved down to rest against the scar across his stomach. His fingers dragged along the surface of his exposed flesh, breaking the skin in some areas and causing small beads of blood to form in their wake. The scene changed to the entrance of a cave hidden deep within the mountainside. The sky was dark, only lit up for moments at a time by the lightning that streaked across its clouds. A woman's desperate cries rang in the air, acting as a calling card to her absent husband. The beast of a man returned and the world seemed to shake in his presence. He approached the cave, his body and clothes bone dry despite the cascade of rain falling down from the heavens. He pushed people aside as he ran to his wife, not caring about the safety of his clansmen as their bodies stumbles heavily against the jagged walls of the cave. He couldn't see them. All he could see was a pinpoint section ahead of him where his wife awaited him. He could hear nothing but her cries. He could smell nothing but her scent. He could feel nothing but the absence of her body against his. When he finally arrived, the woman lifted her golden eyes to look up at him. Her chest heaved, her body shaking with the effort it took to push the child from her body. A weak smile graced her sickly features and she held out her hands for him. He ran to her just as another scream tore itself from her throat. His arms wrapped protectively around her slender body, pulling her to him almost instantly. Her shaking seemed to subside in his strong embrace, as if she knew instinctively that he would keep her safe.Sage's features clouded as his unconscious mind recalled the painful events that transpired after their touching moment together. She had been the only one he was able to show weakness around. She had been the only one able to tame him. She had been his soulmate. The love of his life. He would have gladly given his life for her. He had never been afraid of anything. Until her. When he met her, he learned to fear death. To fear loneliness. Water surrounded him like a bubble of ferocity. His throat burned as his body was dragged down to the depths of the lake, his screams robbing him of oxygen. Water forced its way through every opening it could find, filling his lungs with its salty liquid. Before he drowned, the barbarian forced his hands together, closing his eyes as his last breath was used to utter a single name. Sarah. Time stopped beneath the water's surface. The fish stopped swimming, the sands stopped shifting, the water stopped moving. Life itself stopped within that lake. After a week it became known as a haunted lake. People feared treading near its frozen shoreline. They didn't want to get frozen in place like many before them. His power was so tremendous that anything that ventured close enough to the water's edge, froze completely. It remained in that state for years to come. People started to forget what it was like to cool off in the lake's waters on a hot day. They forgot how they were once able to fish for food beneath its icy depths. They forgot that there was a lake. But one boy did not forget. He would often journey down to the cursed lake, always testing himself to see how close he could get before he felt his body begin to freeze. One day, he ventured into the water. Had the curse lifted? It wasn't until he had swam to the centre of the lake that the boy saw a man beneath the water's surface. The boy dove under and removed the shackles around the man's arms, neck and legs. The moment he was free, the man seemed to come alive. He rose to the surface of the lake and started speaking in an incomprehensible Epsilon tongue. When the boy didn't answer, he was killed. As were the many villagers who had once been frozen by the lake's edge. He killed anyone who approached them and when one got close enough to look into his eyes, they would see a man who had lost all of his humanity.A voice sounded beside the troubled barbarian, causing him to stir. Those same grey eyes from his dreams opened and glanced down at the young boy beside him. Freed... It seemed like he wasn't the only one reliving unpleasant memories. Sage mutely draped an arm across the duke's back, using it to pull the sickly male closer to his body. Should he wake him up? Would that help? The warrior's features darkened with worry as he reached out a hand to cup his companion's face, his thumb gently brushing his cheek. Freed spoke again and he was suddenly reminded of his dream. 'Scared.. Don't be scared..' Sage had never been scared of anything before he met his late wife. But now that she was gone, what was he afraid of? He listened to Freed as his lips unconsciously formed words despite being asleep. His eyes would take in every aspect of this man. The way his raven locks would take on a lighter shade in the sunlight. The way his body curled up, as if he were trying to make himself disappear. How his salty tears had dried and left tracks on his cheeks. How pale his skin was beneath the shirt he always wore. (He hadn't been able to convince Freed to go to bed naked, but after a little bit of subterfuge on his part, Sage had gotten that shirt off him and Freed had spent the majority of the night shirtless.) What was he afraid of now? Losing Freed.. The brunette frowned at that sudden thought, his eyebrows furrowing with confusion. That can't be right. Why would he be afraid of that? It had nothing to do with his promise. It couldn't. But then what was it? Freed gripped his finger with his hand, an action that mimicked that of a child's. Sarah used to do that too. But when Sarah did it, his heart never raced in such a way. Maybe it was just his dream getting to him. Yeah, that was it. Now to wake up his sleeping duke.. "Freed... If you don't wake up this instant, I'll rape you."Sage waited only a few seconds for a reply. When he received none, he reached over and kissed Freed. He wouldn't rape him. But no one in this household would know that for certain. Not even Sage could say with complete faith that he wouldn't touch this male. He was never known to show restraint when it came to his desires. Then take my hand▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ I've been fighting since I was a child I am not a survivor
I've been fighting since I was a child I am not a survivor
I've been fighting since I was a child I am not a survivor I am a warrior ❣ LOCATION → Lionis, Norcross Manor
❣ COMPANY → Freed Norcross
❣ DATING → Nobody
❣ OOC → I hope this is okay! I tried. XD
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 7:16 am
▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Freed Orleander Norcross Duke of Norcross
❛All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy.
That's how far the world is from where I am.
Just one bad day.❜
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I'm feeling: Frustrated | I'm with: Sage | I have: $400EC
The room was dark and it was cold. The only light that illuminated the area were the stars that shone in the nightsky. The boy was alone in his room, whimpering and sobbing over the wounds and bruises that was inflicted upon his body. She knew where to hit to make it hurt, not enough to grsnt immobility, uet enough to have it painful just by moving a limb or two. He’d run his tiny fingers across the open wound, hissing and wincing in pain when it felt like needles were poking him where the wounds laid. It was a wound caused by the belt and it seems the metal hook had dug into the depths of his skin. He could only cry and bottle up his emotions. He had no one to depend on. He had no one to share his pain with. He had no shoulder to lean on. All he could do was bear the pain on his own, hoping it would go away, hoping this was all a dream, that he’d wake up to a happy family filled with laughters and smiles. However, deep down, he knew it was impossible. He knew it was all wishful thinking. ”Papa-.. where are you..” he sobbed, wiping his tears away with the back of his little hand. His father was kind, despite how strict he had been. His father showed him love, he’d shower the little boy with bedtime stories before he fell asleep, and he’d carry him up to his room, tuck him into bed. That wasn’t the only reason he loved having his father home, it was also because it would be the only time he’d be able to experience the motherly love he had always craved. Although it was only pretending, although it wasn’t real, the boy was still grateful for whatever kindness she would show then.
His tears would start flowing, the coldness staining his cheeks once more as they ran like a loose faucet out the corners of his eyes. ”..papa-.. why didn’t you come back-..” he murmured quietly, and his quivering fingers would tighten their grip around Sage’s fingers. It appears he wasn’t having dreams about his childhood any longer. It seems, he was reminiscing his past with his father, the moments they shared, however, his eyebrows would furrow, as if he was angry for remembering such things. Of course, Freed was angry. He was angry at his father for hiding the fact that he had been ill.
A man with long raven locks would stand quietly in the dark, and in his company, was an older looking man, that possessed rather similar features with the younger one. There was nothing in their surroundings, merely an empty space, and darkness. ”Why didn’t you tell me?” he questioned, his voice stern and his crimson orbs clouded with what seemed like anger. The older man would remain silent, his expression indifferent as it always have been. His face was void of any expressions, and he would remain silent to any questions he didn’t want to answer. In the far distance, there stood a woman who, too, possessed long raven locks and a fair of malicious looking crimson eyes. Her smile was ever so present, but she looked much different than the woman he thought to be his mother. Her smile was gentle, her gaze rather harsh, but her demeanor was gentle. She looked so loving and the man could only wonder if it was because she gave birth to him that she had turned to the torturous monster he claimed her to be. The older man would slowly walk in her direction, and the man would reach out to grab his father’s arm. However, he only drifted further away and no matter how hard he chased, his fingers doesn’t seem to come any closer to reach. ”Don’t leave-..” he begged, feeling the small throb within his chest. ”Why won’t you stay-.. You never stay-..’ that was what he had always wanted to say, those were the words he never brought himself to say when he would watch his father’s back disappear into the carriage. His body felt so cold as he watched them both disappear into the far distance, leaving him behind. He’d fall to his knees, sobbing desperately as he pleaded for them to come back, for them not to abandon him like they once had. Wasn’t abusing him the way his mother would show her love? Wasn’t inflicting pain a form of love? If that’s the case, the man wouldn’t mind. She could hit him as much as she wanted. She could hurt him in any way she wanted, as long aa they came back. But the man knew it was impossible. They were gone. They were never coming back.
”Don’t.. leave me-.. I’m sorry-..” he flinched, as he started sobbing drastically in his sleep. He wasn’t aware that someone was pulling him just a little closer to them, unaware that they were trying to wake him up. To Freed, all he felt was the cold air that touched his bare skin. He couldn’t feel the warmth from the barbarian when he’d wake the duke up from his nightmare, he couldn’t feel anything, save the hatred and anger he felt at the moment. ”Come back-.. Pleas- don-..!” he’d plead, and he’d beg, but all of a sudden, he felt himself unable to speak. He felt something.. soft against his lips. It felt.. warm. His grip around Sage’s fingers would loosen, and the coldness upon his skin would leave him. A pair of crimson orbs would peek through his eyelids that slowly fluttered open. Instead of the ceiling he’d always see, his eyes would meet a pair of grey orbs, and he could instantly make that out to be the barbarian’s. However, the duke remained still, making no attempt to push him away like he always had. He seemed a little off, and his eyes that usually revealed disgust seemed a little clouded. Receiving kisses was nothing new after living a full month with the barbarian but that didn’t mean Freed would accept such gestures. He was simply tired from struggling. Sage’s lips were soft, despite how rugged and rough he seemed. ”Sage-..” he murmured, as he felt the final drop of tear trickle down his cheek. He looked so hurt, so pained but somehow, he found comfort in the barbarian’s warm touch. Only for this moment. When the cold air would touch his skin once again, Freed would finally come to his senses, and he’d move away, pulling the sheets up to cover the scars that littered upon his body. That was one of the many reasons he refused to sleep shirtless. They were hideous, ugly. They were marks that reminded him of his past, of how horrifying a person could be. He’d wipe his tears away with his fingers, his eyes swollen and red. ”I told you not to touch me.” he spoke in exhaustion as he downcast his gaze. He would frown, but the light pink that dusted his cheeks spoke otherwise. He hated any form of skin contact, and he refused to touch anyone unless it was meant for formal gestures. His crimson orbs remainded hidden beneath his long lashes, and for a split second, he would look like a woman. ”Good morning.” he huffed.
Like his mother, as they always say.
Out.Of.Crocodiles: It's good! ;V ; I hope mine's alright- been a little tired recently imsosorry
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2016 2:32 am
→ ◊ Christine Lareathe Norcross ◊ ←
→ ◊ Norcross Manor ◊ $400EC ◊ With no one ◊ ←
→ ◊ 'He *did* bring my brother back, so there's that.' ◊←»»---------------------------------------◊◊◊---------------------------------------«« [Coming from The City of Lionis, entering the Norcross Manor] The moment Christine stepped into the vicinity of the manor, one of the maids tending the garden spotted her and rushed to her. "Mistress! You're finally back!" The maid clutched onto her wrist, sputtering something incomprehensible. A flurry of thoughts assaulted her mind, accompanied by a headache. She could feel the panic of the maid very well - too well for her liking - and she was sure that she would have almost fainted if she hadn't ever endured something like this before. She could hardly process the thoughts being passed to her, due to the frantic state of the maid's mind. "Rena, calm down." She forced herself to ignore the onslaught of thoughts and guided the maid's hand away from her. She patted the maid's shoulder in a soothing manner and spoke in a soft tone. "What happened?" The maid, realizing her lack of propriety, apologized profusedly for her behaviour and began going on about the recent events in the manor. "My brother's back?" A grin formed on her features. "Oh, sorry, continue." Her jovial expression dampened and turned more serious as the maid told her about the stranger that had accompanied Freed. "In Freed's room? ...I see. Alright, then, thank you for telling me." She reassured the maid that she'd deal with it, and told her to just resume her duties. She made her way towards Freed's room, her mind preoccupied with the current situation. 'To have a guarantee from father... Could be forged, of course, but isn't that too much trouble- well, depends on his objective.' She stopped in front the door and knocked thrice. 'First things first, I had better thank him.'"Brother, are you there? It's me, Christine."»»---------------------------------------◊◊◊---------------------------------------««
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2016 3:11 am
The ones who are hardest to love Often need it the most
The ones who are hardest to love Often need it the most
The ones who are hardest to love Often need it the most ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Do you trust me? The barbarian pulled away when he sensed the body beneath him stirring into consciousness. His naked body tensed, obviously expecting a blow of some sorts, but none came. It was to be expected of course, since Freed usually woke from his nightmares in a weird mood. Instead of taking advantage of the raven's uncharacteristically docile mood, he just left a small, affectionate kiss on his neck before pulling away and giving Freed his space. He leaned back on his elbows, the blanket riding low on his waist and exposing most of his scarred torso. It seemed like the pair had a lot in common. His body shook with a light chuckle at the first words that came from the duke's mouth. Not even a greeting, just a simple, 'I told you not to touch me'. Oh well. He could work with that. "I know, I know.." His storm grey eyes shifted over to look at the duke. "But I don't take orders from you, so it's fine. Besides.." He dragged the word out a little as he straightened into a seated position and began combing his fingers through his hair. "It's not like a raped you or anything." He made the wise choice of not mentioning how close he could have come to it. Instead he just focused on braiding a certain section of his hair that he did every morning. When he looked over at Freed again, the raven had appeared to be a woman. Just for a moment. But it had been long enough to make something twist within the barbarian. Long enough for him to remember his dream. Remember his wife. He shook his head softly, mentally deciding to sleep in the stables that night. He was getting too fond of this duke. Before he could respond to Freed's greeting, a knock could be heard at the door. The words died in his throat and a mischievous glint lit his eyes. It was Freed's sister. Christine. "What are you going to do, Freed? Are you going to hide me away in the cupboard? Imagine what she would think if she saw you in bed with a naked man..." He teased, slipping out of the bed and picking up the large weights he always carried around. He started fastening the weights around his body at a leisurely pace, obviously unconcerned with whatever was going to happen. Hopefully nobody had put wanted posters up for him. That would make this whole ordeal a lot more awkward than what it already would be. Then take my hand▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ I've been fighting since I was a child I am not a survivor
I've been fighting since I was a child I am not a survivor
I've been fighting since I was a child I am not a survivor I am a warrior ❣ LOCATION → Lionis, Norcross Manor
❣ COMPANY → Freed Norcross
❣ DATING → Nobody
❣ OOC → Ehhh...
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2016 10:24 pm
▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Freed Orleander Norcross Duke of Norcross
❛All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy.
That's how far the world is from where I am.
Just one bad day.❜
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I'm feeling: Frustrated | I'm with: Sage and Christine | I have: $400EC
The kiss on his neck left the young duke in a daze. Where his lips touched left a burning feeling in his skin, a small tingling sensation that made him feel a little.. out of breath. There he goes again, doing whatever he wanted. How many kisses was that throughout this whole month? He didn’t know. He couldn’t get an exact number. All he knew was that it was a lot, and he often wondered himself how he had managed to withstand his harassments. ”You never listen.” he rolled his eyes. Freed was in no mood to counter his statements. Rape him? Freed could only shake his head, knowing full-well Sage wouldn’t do something like that. What good was it for him? Freed was a man, not a woman. If anything, he was more worried about the maids and his sister rather than himself. His crimson orbs took notice of the scars that littered the barbarian’s body. Freed should have grown accustomed to the sight days ago. Weeks ago. He couldn’t. He can never get over his distress whenever he saw a scar upon a person’s body. Freed traced his fingers across what seemed like a large gash on Sage’s torso, and he’d feel the rough skin upon his fingertips. How did you get that, he’d ask, but before he could, there was a knock on the door. Christine? His eyes widened ever so slightly, surprise taking over his features as he stood from the bed and took hold of his shirt. When had she returned? There was somehow a tinge of excitement within his chest yet at the same time, he felt a little startled. How would she react to Sage? Would she panic? He heaved a sigh as he buttoned his shirt up before he headed towards the door. However, it seems Sage didn’t miss his chance to make yet another witty remark. ”I believe my sister isn’t one who’d have indecent thoughts. Not like you.” he huffed, heading towards the door as he pulled his hair back into a high ponytail. He’d open the door partially, enough to reveal another person within, but not big enough for her to step in just in case she had the wrong idea.
”Could have written a letter or two back home. You had me worried sick.” he frowned as he reached forth and tucked her stray locks behind her ear. However, his displeased expression was short lived when his gaze would soften and a smile would curve his lips. She looked quite well, and it seemed his worry wasn’t all too necessary after all. He’d hold her in a small embrace, plant a small kiss upon the crown of her head, and he would say: ”Welcome home, Christine.”
But of course, their small reunion would be cut short when he remembered there was someone else in the room. He’d turn around, gesturing to the.. naked barbarian on his bed. He heaved a sigh and shook his head, a small frown appearing once more upon his lips. ”He’s a friend of father’s. He’s been.. taking care of me in the past few weeks.” he answered, casting a small glance towards the barbarian as he spoke. It was true in many ways. Freed had seemed much better than before, and he would appear to have regained some of the weight he had lost. He looked a lot healthier other than his red, swollen eyes and the dark cresents beneath his eyes. ”I’m sure the maids have filled you in on the details.. but don’t worry. I recognized the handwriting to be father’s. There’s no doubt about that.” but just when he seemed done with his speech, he’d turn towards the barbarian and cross his arms as he huffed and puffed. ”Now if you don’t mind, I would greatly appreciate it if you’d put on some clothes. The last thing I want is for my sister to witness something rather.. unpleasant. Please.”
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2016 3:09 am
→ ◊ Norcross Manor ◊ $400EC ◊ With Freed, and a naked stranger(????) ◊ ←
→ ◊ mildly surprised ◊ '...I know my brother dislikes women, but I didn't know it was to this extent...?' ◊←»»---------------------------------------◊◊◊---------------------------------------«« As Christine stood in front of the door, waiting for a response, she felt as if her heart plummeted. What if her brother didn't want to see her? 'Nonsense.' She silently chided herself, but she felt as if she were on the verge of suffocating. She knew just how much Freed loved her but even this fact did nothing to placate her. She was a woman. And Freed dislikes women. This was a fact she had carved at the back of her mind, something she noticed from way back. The worse part was, she couldn't remember exactly what made him that way and it terrifies her that maybe one day, she'd take a wrong step and somehow leave their relationship in shambles. It was during times like these that she wished she weren't born female. Make her his brother, rather than his sister! Maybe then she wouldn't have to worry too much about this. She could hear shuffling noises beyond the door, and she dreaded the moment it would open. Would he look at her with veiled disgust and irritation, the same way he viewed other ladies, and tell her to stay away? Would he, perhaps, opt to just not open the door and ignore her? Maybe- "Could have written a letter or two back home. You had me worried sick." Apologies were about to spill out from her mouth when Freed suddenly greeted her with a hug and a light kiss on the forehead. "Welcome home, Christine." Her heart settled the moment she felt the same old warmth and kindness radiating from him. Nothing had changed. There was nothing to be worried about. 'But of course.' She sighed in relief, although she knew this won't be the only time she would be in doubt. Her facade - her usually meticulously controlled expression - melted slightly, a tinge of a smile showing, as her brother went on about answering her unvoiced concerns. He knew her quite well, didn't he? "Yes, I heard from the maids." She chose not to address his last statement directed towards the other person - was there even a proper way to address that? "I came here to find and thank him - and to check on you, of course. " Her mood suddenly soured as she remembered the maid's description of Freed when he was brought home. "You seem better than ever right now but I was told you came back in a bad condition...?" Although her tone was gentle and her expression was neutral, there was something quite off with how she spoke, as if her words were blades poised to strike. "What happened?"»»---------------------------------------◊◊◊---------------------------------------««
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2016 6:58 am
The ones who are hardest to love Often need it the most
The ones who are hardest to love Often need it the most
The ones who are hardest to love Often need it the most ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Do you trust me? The light touch upon his torso would silence the rogue and his whole body would tense. The only other person to touch him with such gentleness had been Monique. His wife. His heart. Before either of them could say anything, they were interrupted by an outside force. His eyes would darken ever so slightly and he felt at a loss of what to do. Should he make another remark about Freed's sexuality? Should he pretend that it had never happened? When the duke made his way to the door, he opted for the latter. Ignoring that moment would be best. Sage gazed down at his chest to find it scratched from when he'd had his nightmare. With his back to the raven haired siblings, he traced his fingertips over the cuts, activating his ability. Within moments his scratches had healed fully and all that was left in their place were the small droplets of blood he had smeared across his skin. He chose not to reply at the small jab Freed had made a about his indecent behaviour. He'd get back at him later. For now he finished fastening the heavy weights to his body. One around each wrist and ankle, and one around his neck. Most men had difficulty even picking up one of these weights, let alone carrying them around all the time. But they didn't even seem to affect the barbarian at all, as he still moved about with ease and at his usual pace. Sage winked when he noticed that the siblings had shifted topic to him. Since he was completely naked, his tattoos were now visible, as well as his scars. The name of his daughter across his left hip and the name of his wife tattooed across his right ankle. Monique and Sarah. The only two people he had ever come to love. A fond smile curved his lips as he traced those names with his fingers. He had gotten the tattoos during his stay in the Khell. Of course it wasn't very hygienic, but he'd survived. "What? Are you afraid that she'll like the sight as much as you did?" The brunette lifted his head when he was addressed by the eldest Norcross child and he shrugged nonchalantly. His mood seemed to have shifted drastically and he was no longer his usual, playful self. "Whatever... I'm sleeping outside tonight." He started dressing without the usual sexual remarks he usually made. He figured that it would be best if he was sparse around the house for the night. It would give the young siblings a chance to catch up, and it would also allow him the chance to let out some of his pent up aggression. He had only been showing restraint these past few weeks because, despite all his careless comments and witty jests, he held a high respect for the young duke. Freed was a good kid and he didn't need to be traumatised by Sage just because he couldn't hold back. But his resolve wouldn't last forever without some sort of physical outlet and kisses weren't enough. The criminal made his way to the door of the room and opened it enough for the newcomer to see both men fully. He intended to just head outside immediately, but her question of what had happened to her brother gave him pause. "What happened?" He repeated, giving them both a devious smile. "I happened." He slid past the female Norcross and stepped into the hall. "I raped him while he was unconscious in an alleyway and harassed some of your maids. I hope you don't mind~" With that said, Sage headed off in the direction of the stables without sparing either of them a second glance. He was troubled by something and felt that he wasn't needed at the moment, hence why he'd said what he had. Besides, he needed to distance himself from this family anyway. He would only bring them misfortune anyway, so it was best that they thought the worst of him. It would make it easier to cut ties with them when the time came, anyway. As if to prove his earlier statement, a maid gasped and backed herself into a wall as he passed. "Oh, Freed... Don't forget to eat something. Otherwise I'll undress and harass your household staff." He called over his shoulder, absently scratching at his jaw which was a telltale sign that he was reflecting deeply on something. Then take my hand▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ I've been fighting since I was a child I am not a survivor
I've been fighting since I was a child I am not a survivor
I've been fighting since I was a child I am not a survivor I am a warrior ❣ LOCATION → Lionis, Norcross Manor
❣ COMPANY → Freed & Christine Norcross
❣ DATING → Nobody
❣ OOC → Sorry for the crappy reply! I got a little distracted halfway through and forgot what I was doing with it. ^^"
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