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 Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2014 6:58 pm
 It felt good to play music again. His finger sliding against the strings letting the music flow from him. Aye, this feels right. Bach was only one of the vampire's favorite composers, there were too many to name. Douglas thought while he played a tune he had been playing since it was first popular. After all Douglas had been a contemporary of Bach's when he was growing up. Though he only heard of him in those days. News didn't travel as fast as it seemed to these days. By the time that Scot had heard the songs he so dearly loved he had already been turned. Being a vampire turned out to be an advantage to him since he could pick up music a lot quicker. His fingers were more deft then any humans could be. Since discovering this fact the Scotsman found a certain peace in music. After traveling to this place the music, more than the girl he bought had, made him feel like he was actually home.
Then again, he hadn't bought the girl to make him feel like he was home. No, she was here for his amusement. A grin spread over the vampire's lips as the girl seemed to be so wrapped up in the music. Maybe she would be more than just a toy then/or a blood slave. He still hadn't really decided how things were going to with the cute little blonde he had purchased. Honestly, he had went into that slave Bazaar with the attentions of getting something slightly different than what he came out with. So far she had done a good job entertaining him. Eden's mouth wide open had been quite cute! When the clapping started, Douglas lowered the instrument from his shoulder to give her a small bow. "Ach, you flatter your papa," Douglas cooed to the small girl. He booped her nose softly with the bow before she answered his question.
"Aye," he nodded his head a little, "Perhaps food in yer belly would be a good idea. I donna think they be feedin' you all too well in that place, cookie." Turning for a moment he lovingly placed the violin where it was before. A smile actually graced his lips again as he ran his fingers against the wood. Letting out a reflective sigh before giving a shake of his head Douglas turned back to his little girl. The vampire's lip was now back in to a small grin. "Come on my little girl," he commanded softly holding his long fingered hand out to her. Once the smaller hand of Eden's was in his, he would give them a small squeeze, "What shall we eat? A lovely grilled cheese and soup to warm us up?" Not that vampire felt cold, he knew that she would most likely notice at some point his fingers were always colder than his. Douglas knew how to make it all seem natural. He offered a small comment about knowing he should feeling cold.
Stepping into the hallway, dark red eyes scanned for a sevant. Seeing none he snapped his fingers and two popped their heads out of the rooms that they were airing out. "Yes Master? the two young frail looking women said in unison. "Get to da kitchen, Douglas commanded with a slightly rougher tone then he had been using for the girl's sake. He still needed to make sure his household knew he was dangerous despite of who he took as a companion. In fact he hoped they soon would fear him more because of her. "Make us..." He turned to his little girl, "tell them what ye want, me girl."
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2014 5:09 pm
 ♫Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ξ∂ҽϞ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ♫
—¤÷(`[¤* *¤]´)÷¤— With her Papa’s bow, she smiled and gave a gentle blush. She felt special. A private concret for herself by her Papa. She’d never had that. And she hadn’t had the urge to dance. It was strange. Her thoughts for a moment fluttered back to ghostly music that made her feet itch to move, but she tossed it away. She wasn’t there anymore. She was with her Papa, and that was exactly where she wanted to be. She watched him in wonder, even as the bow came down to touch her nose. She watched it carefully, almost to the point of crossing her eyes as it reached her nose. When he nodded and mentioned the way the Bazaar had fed her, she said nothing. The food there hadn’t been much different than what she had received at her aunt’s home, but it had been substantially more dry. As if the dirt in the air had gotten into the food. She had never complained. Had no need to. She was always hungry by the time the meals had been placed in front of her, and she had eaten every last bit before going back to sleep, or performing the next task the stall master had given her. Complaining was not something that was becoming of a young lady, or that was what her aunt had told her. Instead, with the pomise of food, she turned to watch her Papa. He set down the instrument, right back in it’s previous place with a gentleness that she had only seen from her Aunt when she had been putting her jewelry away; when she thought no one had been watching. Eden smiled, gently standing, pushing out her skirts, trying not to get dirt on her papa’s floors. She didn’t want to make the room dirty with the dust that had nestled itself into the fibers of her clothing.
When he returned his attention to her, she saw the smile on his face, and surged forward to take his offered hand. She noted how cold it was and brought her other hand up to try and warm it, wrapping the bell of her sleeves around the skin. She wouldn’t make comment. She figured her Papa already knew that his hands were cold. Tenderly she placed a kiss to the skin there, hoping they would warm soon. It was not fun to be cold all the time. When her Papa asked what they would eat, she thought back to spaghetti. What he had said before, but soup would warm her Papa’s hands. Besides, she liked soup. She knew she liked it. Leeks and Potatoes together made a good soup, and her auntie had always called it “hearty” which Eden had assumed was a good thing. She smiled and nodded at the suggestion and walked with her Papa into the hall. It was vacant from the bustling air of servants. Even the bazaar and her auntie’s home had always been filled with people. Her papa’s seemed to have less than normal staffing. It was odd. She wondered home many people were actually in the house. When he snapped his fingers, two ladies made their appearance, looking rapt in their attention. She let go of her Papa’s hand and looked at each of the ladies. Her Papa made a quick order, his tone implying that they may not have been where they were supposed to be. It made Eden tense slightly, but she didn’t jump. She simply looked at the ladies who dipped their heads in unison and looked about to scramble off. Eden frowned slightly. Her papa was nice. They shouldn’t look so afraid. Or maybe, that was exactly what her Papa wanted them to be.
When he turned to Eden once more, requesting that she tell them what to order, Eden straightened. She was supposed to tell them what she wanted? Well, she should act like her Papa then, shouldn’t she? If he was harsh with them, and giving her free reign to tell them what she wanted, it would be like pretending to be him, wasn’t it? She looked at both of them. ”Leek and potato soup. And grilled cheese…” She paused. That wasn’t very much the tone her Papa had used. She stood on her tippy toes, straightening her posture even more. ”Make sure it’s hot. Papa is cold and hungry. W..We don’t want to wait.” She put a bit of extra sneer into her words, feeling wrong about saying them and then looking to her papa with a frown, turning her back to the women. What if that hadn’t been how her Papa wanted her to talk to his servants. Was it rude? Had she been wrong? She flushed with embarrassment, hoping the two maids had left so when she turned she wouldn’t have to apologize, even though she felt the need to do so. She looked at her feet before looking up at her papa. ”I…I’m sorry Papa…maybe I said it wrong…” She bit her lip slightly, playing with the sleeves of her dress and moved to take his hand once more. Hopefully she hadn’t disappointed him. 
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StellaLuna SkyWind Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2015 9:08 pm
It was too easy… Making this little girl fall in love with him. Then again, Douglas felt it was easy to make any being fall in love with him. He could mimic affection very well. He had a knack for putting that thought in people’s, well women’s, heads. He was used to them following him like puppies. So easily to manipulate. So easy to make cry. Douglas couldn’t help but find their pain a little amusing. Plus it was fun to build up their hopes, knowing that he could get anything he wanted from them. Oh this little girl was no different, just a play thing to amuse him. Eden was a slightly different game. It would be a different kind of love she would feel for him, a deeper kind… One that would allow him to control her whole world.
As the little girl blushed at all his ‘loving’ attentions it reminded him that he was actually hungry. Hand in hand they left the music room. Douglas smiling to her as she tried to warm his larger hand with his sleeve. “Such a sweet lass,” he would coo at her as they entered the silent, still hallway. That changed with a single echoing snap of his fingers. Stern words only soften when he told the girl at his side to continue with the orders, though he was a fleetingly shocked when he saw she too was standing a little taller with a look of self-pride on her features. Was she mirroring him?
Lips turned genuinely upwards once more as she copied his stern tones as well. It was still a little timid soundings but it was fun to hear someone else order them. In an instant he decided he was going to cultivate this in her. This sweet little girl would only be hone to those he selected. He would watch in delight as the servants would learn to cower from one look of that cute face. Grinning as he looked away from the girl a moment to the maids who seemed to hesitate a moment. “’op to! You ‘eard ‘er,” he snarled a little before looking back down blonde little girl.
He wanted to roll his eyes when he saw that look of self-consciousness on Eden’s face, but he resisted. Instead he took a deep breath as he moved to a squat in front of her. Red eyes watched as she played with her sleeves a little nervously, Ach she weren’t even rude! A small chuckle in his throat as he looked her in the eyes, “Now donna ye dare feel bad about tha’,” he reassured as he took her hand back in his, “They dinna deserve a kind word. I am the laird of the house and ye are my cookie. Ye should be very proud of yerself because I am.” He gave the hand a pat before standing. “So, we shall have leech and potato soup with a grilled cheese,” he stated again and started to gently lead her down the hall. After a few steps he would stop, “Ach, but it will be a moment before they will complete it! They’re a little soft in minds. Shall we go and see yer room?”
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2015 9:30 pm
♫Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ξ∂ҽϞ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ♫
—¤÷(`[¤* *¤]´)÷¤— She was still at a bit of a loss as her Papa solidified her order to the maids. She had never spoken to maids that way before as she was nothing more than a fixture for the traveling men who visited in her aunt’s home. She had just been an object to be readied and passed around in plenty. However, with her papa, it was different. He was different. He didn’t seem to want to share her with anyone. There were no people who looked equal to his status running about. It was like being back with the people who glowed. They had a beautiful man that had been the center of everything. Everyone’s attention and loyalty had been given to him with no hardship or falter. Eden herself had found this man to be comforting, but it was a different kind than her Papa. The glowing people had not felt real in the way her Papa was real. He was in front of her, and despite her blunder, he seemed to have no problem with it.
In fact, when she voiced her apology, he told her she had nothing to apologize for! He told her that the women didn’t deserve nice words. That she should be proud of herself because her papa was proud of her, and he was in charge of the house. She nodded, looking up to him with luminous eyes, drinking in his praise. She would be more like that then. She would do what he told her, and if the ladies of the house didn’t deserve kind words, she would not give them. She stopped playing with her sleeves, and gave him a little nod. Just as she did so, she received a pat on the head. She smiled, rubbing her head into it, much as a cat would, before calmly standing beside him once more, looking up to him from her short height with a smirk.
When he began walking her down the hall, she kept her stride even with his, taking a couple extra steps here and there to make sure she didn’t drag behind him. She would try to be at his side. He was bigger, which made it harder, but she would do her best. She didn’t want to be behind her Papa. She wanted to be with him. She was imagining the scents of the soup and grilled cheese when they stooped, and her Papa asked her if she wanted to see her room. She looked up to him and nodded her head excitedly. ”Yes please, papa. I would very much like to see it. Will Hanif be there?” She made reference to the camel she had chosen to be her companion, but that she had since lost track of. She remembered him being in the car with her, but wasn’t sure if she brought him in with her or not. Hopefully wherever he had been left behind, he would turn up again in her room. After all, her Papa had said all of her things would be there. Even her bed. She was very excited about it. She smiled up at him, her eyes trained on his face looming above her. Her papa was wonderful to her. She hoped he would keep her around for a very long time.
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StellaLuna SkyWind Vice Captain
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