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 Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2014 2:07 pm
"Come along," Sasha trilled softly, moving out of the pod room. She left him to walk as he wished - either beside her or behind her, it didn't matter to her.
"It's good that you enjoyed yourself, Mikael. I hope we get pod duty again with one another. If we do, I will bring my flute next time. How does that sound?"
It wouldn't take them long to reach Sasha's room, and by that time her mind had been made up. It wasn't about his loyalties any longer, so much as it was about the fact that he had something that had never been given to another, and Sasha wanted it for her very own. It didn't matter that he wasn't entirely bright - he was eager to please and attentive.
"Would you like to come in, Mikael?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2014 2:54 pm
Mikael bobbed along in Sasha's wake, all admiration and delight. Most of the people he'd met since he'd gotten to the island had been either incredulous or hostile. A few people had asked him if he was retarded (how rude) or if he was on some kind of drugs (no, that was for losers), it was always nice to meet an actually nice person.
"Yes!" he said. "I would love love love to hear you play." Forbidden music, the kind of music that used to upset his mother, she would never explain why, just didn't want to hear it. She wouldn't even let him go on the school trip to the local symphony orchestra at Christmas time. Rebellion was exhilarating, doing the things that she had warned him about. He needed to understand everything, he needed to find lots of nice friendly people because one day he would have to deal with his father, and he knew he couldn't do it alone.
When they arrived at Sasha's room, he had completely forgotten the way there and tried instead to remember the number on the door. He suspected nothing at all untoward and looked flattered. "Sure." he said. "It's really nice up here. My room is down in the cold dark dungeon place when I need to live there. It gets very disgusting down there sometimes and Fen hates it a lot." And so he babbled onwards, the way he often did, but he was keen to see how a woman like Sasha lived.
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2014 8:08 pm
Sasha's room was the one she still shared with Wash, though anything that marked the room as his had been tucked away and hidden. The room was decidedly feminine - pieces of lingerie were draped here and there, bits of lace and silk and satin. Her shoes were neatly stacked, the closet slightly opened to reveal a great many clothes.
"You're living in the basement? I'd heard that there were rooms down there, poor dear."
The door clicked shut behind them.
"This is my room." He was such a little fool, but he was such an eager little fool. It was quite lovely, and even though she wasn't certain that he was quite bright enough to keep certain promises he'd made, it didn't matter, not now. She wouldn't need to keep him around. There were other, more capable people that she kept close who could accomplish more than Mikael ever could.
But he was entertaining. Very, very entertaining.
"Do you want to stay over tonight, Mikael? It would be nice to get out of the basement, at least for one night, wouldn't it?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2014 7:32 am
Mikael found himself admiring the room, back home he'd had a very nice room and a nice house, but since then he'd been stuck either in the basement or being a pest to poor Peyton who had lots of people she had to be looking after. He tried not to look too long at the lingerie, he had never seen anything quite like it.
"It is fairly bad down there." he said in a case of massive understatement.
He turned his attention back to her and brightened up once again from his slight distraction. "Yes please! I would like that a lot. My back has been hurting me down there."
In his head his weapon snarled and bristled, he knew a trap when he saw one. Mikael might have opted to ignore him by choice.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2014 7:49 am
Sasha slipped out of her jacket. She draped it over the back of the chair that butted up against a small desk. Her scarf soon followed. She'd never really been thankful for having a later pod duty shift, but today was different. She was very pleased that the shift had ended under the fall of night. Sasha had weighed her options in this, and had decided that her wants outweighed the consequences, and so she would take what she wanted, just as she always did.
Her high boots were eased off and set aside, and Sasha paused to glance over at Mik very briefly before removing the dark leggings she wore. If Mikael happened to be watching, he would undoubtedly see a peek of red lace here and there as she bent to retrieve the discarded pants which tossed into a small linen basket.
"How do you sleep, Mikael? Would you like to run to your dorm for your sleeping clothes?"
She crossed her arms, reached for the hem of the tunic she wore, and pulled it off over her head.
More red lace, bright crimson that matched the lace that hugged her hips. Her hair fell around her. Sasha watched the young man closely, schooling her features into something that resembled concern.
"I might have a shirt that will fit you, Mikael, but you're welcome to wear anything you'd like."
If it sounded like she was giving him veiled encouragement to dress in anything he saw in the room, she was.
Lingerie included.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2014 8:21 am
To say Mikael was sheltered did not really do justice to the levels of over protectiveness involved. After his father ran away - or had to go work overseas, as his mum told him for a very long time - she had taken over every single aspect of the boy's life and had become completely reluctant to give any part of this up even as he grew lest he leave in the same way one day. She made his every meal, chose and bought his clothing and had opted to send him to a school most fitting of his delicate mental needs. It had resulted in him both having no sense of shame and no common sense.
So when Sasha offered him the choice in going back to his room and getting his own clothes it simply wasn't as interesting as potentially wearing the fun things that she had on simply by virtue of the fact that he had never ever been allowed to wear them and that they were very pretty.
He looked Sasha over with that blank thoughtfulness he'd worn when he'd eyed the pods.
"Can I wear what you have on?" he said, because for whatever reason, that clothing made him happy.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2014 8:49 am
Sasha wordlessly watched Mik, and she remained expressionless when he asked to wear what she had on. It did not take her long to remove them, nor did she hesitate in handing the lingerie over to him.
"Wait," she smiled, so very gently, but her eyes remained hard.
She slipped into the bed, covered herself with the sheet, and then gave Mikael her full attention once more.
"Put them on. You can keep them if you like them, Mikael. Maybe we can go shopping sometime, I think that would be so much fun, don't you? If you have never worn silk undergarments, ma petite poupée, you are very much missing out. There are so very many kinds to choose from. I would like to see you in all of them."
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2014 9:04 am
Mik's eyes went wide as he took in Sasha's body, not sure what to make of it. "You are very pretty." he said, though he felt like it fell very wide of what she actually was. It was like looking at something dangerous, a tiger or a lion, some feline that wasn't afraid of nudity or what it was. She was wonderful, and it made him happy.
He took the lingerie gratefully. "I can keep them?" and this was good news too, one more step in his systematic rebellion against his mother, against his parents. "Thankyou. And I'd love to go shopping, all the clothes I have are the clothes I brought with me." And just like that, he stripped down to nothing before dressing back up to what she'd given him. He had no scars, no marks on his body and every bit of his hair was as pale as the hair on his head. It took a long time for him to figure out how some of it worked, but there was a slow, methodological patience to his movements and he did not ask for help (because this was rebellion and help was what he was rebelling against)
When he was finally sorted he stood proudly and beamed at Sasha. "Very pretty, very comfortable! I don't think I'm as pretty as you though, I am still very pretty."
He had no shame because there was nothing to be ashamed about.
Heading over, he climbed up onto the bed, inviting himself to sit with the huntress.
And then Bane took the rp out back and shot it in the head.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2014 2:41 pm
"Thank you, Mikael," Sasha sounded very pleased as she watched him undress and then redress in the red lace. He was such a perfect little thing, pale skin and blonde hair and eager. It was lovely. Sasha watched on very patiently as he struggled with the hooks and fastenings of the barely-there little bra - and she gave a very victorious clap of her hands when he managed to finish.
"You can keep them. I have many more. And," Sasha paused, "you are very pretty."
When he climbed up on the bed, Sasha moved back so that he had room. She took a moment to rub strands of his hair between her fingers. "You are the most beautiful little creature, Mikael. How are you feeling, darling?"
It was pretty obvious how he was feeling, whether he knew what he was feeling or not. It made Sasha curious, very curious.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2014 2:45 pm
"I feel good." he said.
And, like Sasha, Mikael was curious too. That much at least, he'd inherited.
He had also inherited the ability to value emotions over sensations, to fear or to hesitate. He did not know how to stop. And he had no reason not to go wherever Sasha took him.
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