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 Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 1:21 am
  ℓєиωë тîωєℓєтяαιи ℓιкє α мα¢нιиє
∂αи¢є ℓιкє α ѕσυℓ
¢σмє, ∂αи¢є ωιтн мє... Lenwë didn't allow himself a smile at this small victory. He knew it was a victory partially because Mary Anne was there; he could only hope that his experience earned it for him as well. The music on the CD ended, signalling the end of the exercises. Running over to the stereo, Lenwë looked for the music he needed, letting himself smile then. Here, it could easily be taken for a smile of contentment at the choosing of music instead of the success smile that it was. Biting his lower lip, he wondered if he should do something so difficult without center warm ups as well. He didn't like it at all, but he might have to deal with it for tonight. Something about Alaric was off, more so than usual. And the elf wasn't so sure he wanted to play around with that.
((OOC smile )
ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу fєєℓιиg {Enthusiastic} ωнιℓє ι'м нєα∂ιиg тσωαя∂ѕ {No where} ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу ωєαяιиg {t-shirt, shorts, ankle socks, and canvas slippers} αи∂ ι'м ωιтн {Mary Anne}
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 11:59 am
 Ａｌａｒｉｃ Ｆｅｒｄｉｎｄ პ Ｍａｒｙ Ａｎｎｅ Ｗｉｌｌｏｗ  "Lenwe, Lenwe, are you going to begin?" Mary Anne asked as she stood up.
The small vampire stood up and looked at Lenwe with an expecting look. Alaric leaned against the wall, with a bored and annoyed expression. The elf was taking way too long. He was tempted to hurt the boy, maybe go through with breaking his legs. However, Mary Anne would probably be upset if he were to do that since she seemed to have taken a liking to the elf. Alaric glanced down at her with a thoughtful expression.
"Mmm, Mary Anne, you seem to be quite excited over a simple dance," Alaric stated.
"Hmm? I don't know, something about watching Lenwe dance brings up an indescribable feeling within me... He just looks graceful and free when he dances... I just want to see more," Mary Anne replied.
Something within Alaric clicked, and it wasn't something he liked. His expression became dark, but he remained silent.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 12:19 pm
ℓєиωë тîωєℓєтяαιи ℓιкє α мα¢нιиє
∂αи¢є ℓιкє α ѕσυℓ
¢σмє, ∂αи¢є ωιтн мє... With a smile, he found the music. He wished he had the costume for it too, but alas. All of those things were left behind in Germany. Turning on the music, he quickly went into preparation. And there was that marvelous transformation again. Even inside, he felt calm and noble as he danced. Lenwë felt free, even though the piece was a more melancholy one, and a much longer one than before. It felt nice to dance a long solo piece again in front of people. Now it didn't matter that he wasn't strictly a performer anymore, nor did it matter that Alaric would probably have a biting comment or two afterwards.
When he got to the quick footwork, he couldn't help but smile a bit. He loved the jumps and the agility need to perform them. Once finished, it was obvious that he was covered in sweat, and though he wanted to breathe hard, he kept in character. As the next song started, instead of running to turn it off, he started making things up. And in this, he smiled widely as if he hadn't a care in the world. It was easy to see that he could have easily become a choreographer for just about any theatre he wanted.
((OOC smile )
ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу fєєℓιиg {Enthusiastic} ωнιℓє ι'м нєα∂ιиg тσωαя∂ѕ {No where} ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу ωєαяιиg {t-shirt, shorts, ankle socks, and canvas slippers} αи∂ ι'м ωιтн {Mary Anne}
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 1:00 pm
Ａｌａｒｉｃ Ｆｅｒｄｉｎｄ პ Ｍａｒｙ Ａｎｎｅ Ｗｉｌｌｏｗ Mary Anne was mesmerized by Lenwe as he danced and continued to dance even when the song moved onto a different one. She could see in his expression that he was truly enjoying himself; everything else had been forgotten. It was just him and the music, not even she or Alaric existed in the room. She smiled, glad that he was able to express himself freely.
Alaric had watched Lenwe for a little bit but his gaze had been focused on Mary Anne for a while. He studied her expression, her reaction to Lenwe's dancing. He then looked to Lenwe who continued to immerse himself in his dancing. The vampire continued to think, and examine all their thoughts and feelings. He had a feeling that some things were only going to get more complicated...
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 1:17 pm
ℓєиωë тîωєℓєтяαιи ℓιкє α мα¢нιиє
∂αи¢є ℓιкє α ѕσυℓ
¢σмє, ∂αи¢є ωιтн мє... For it while, it was just Lenwë and the music. Particularly at quick parts when he could do the beating and the jumps. But during the slower parts, Lenwë found himself fantasizing about doing a Pas de Deux, even though his dancing didn't indicate an invisible princess. He caught Mary Anne's eye and gave her a smile that he hoped only she noticed. At that point, the direction of his audience seemed to change. No longer was he dancing for the both of them; he was now dancing to keep Mary Anne's smile. And what a beautiful smile it was too. She would look wonderful in a tutu and pointe shoes. For now, it was just so long as she kept smiling.
Though the thoughts of Mary Anne were there, everything about Alaric was gone. Gone was the fear, the self-loathing, even the knowledge that the vampire was still in the room. When the song ended, Lenwë seemed to finally stop dancing. Though it was only to put on his pointe shoes for a short time. "I believe you will enjoy this, Haruvi," he said softly, mostly to Mary Anne. He did a couple of warm ups with the pointe shoes until this song ended. When the next one began, he started dancing with all of his grace and strength on his toes. Perhaps even more than dancing, he loved dancing en pointe.
((OOC smile )
ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу fєєℓιиg {Enthusiastic} ωнιℓє ι'м нєα∂ιиg тσωαя∂ѕ {No where} ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу ωєαяιиg {t-shirt, shorts, ankle socks, and canvas slippers} αи∂ ι'м ωιтн {Mary Anne}
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 1:29 pm
Ａｌａｒｉｃ Ｆｅｒｄｉｎｄ პ Ｍａｒｙ Ａｎｎｅ Ｗｉｌｌｏｗ Lenwe's movements were fluid and graceful; it was like he was floating across the dance floor. Mary Anne got the feeling he was dancing the part of a prince and it was perfect for him because he was like a prince. His steps were elegant, while his expression exuded joy. Mary Anne's smile widened slightly when Lenwe smiled at her. She could tell that everything had disappeared in the room. Even the small vampire had forgotten that she was in the dance room with Alaric. For the first time in a while, the existence of Alaric had been forgotten...
This had gone on long enough. Alaric had caught that glance, that was directed towards Mary Anne. That boy, what a brave child he was for directing that smile towards Mary Anne; his Mary Anne. Lenwe needed to know his place. Alaric suddenly reached out, and placed a hand on Mary Anne's shoulder which made her aware that he was still there. The blonde glanced over her shoulder to look at Alaric, whose expression was devoid of emotion.
"It's time to go, the sun is coming," Alaric said lowly before smiling gently at the girl. "Don't want to burn that pretty skin of yours," he continued, caressing her cheek gently.
"You're right... Sorry, Lenwe, but we need to go back," Mary Anne said, turning to look at Lenwe. "It was magnificent," she added, before grabbed Alaric's sleeve, like a small child.
Alaric smiled then flashed a brief triumphant look to Lenwe. It was a gaze that portrayed his possessive thoughts; it was like he was saying he had won...
"Come," Alaric murmured then headed to the door, turning his back to Lenwe; acting like the elf did not exist.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 1:43 pm
ℓєиωë тîωєℓєтяαιи ℓιкє α мα¢нιиє
∂αи¢є ℓιкє α ѕσυℓ
¢σмє, ∂αи¢є ωιтн мє... Lenwë let himself a small victory smile when Mary Anne's smile got bigger. Going into an arabesque he noticed out of the corner of his eye that Alaric had put a hand on her shoulder. He stopped dancing and looked out the window. Indeed the sun was starting to tint the horizon a light purple, yet the elf had a feeling that wasn't the only reason he was taking her from the studio. So his smile didn't go unnoticed by the more unsavory of the duo. "Diola lle, Haru Mary Anne," he said with a smile and a slight bow. And though he knew that Mary Anne was leaving, he couldn't help but feel that he had somehow beaten Alaric.
In accordance with his feeling of victory, when Alaric flashed him his look, Lenwë merely smiled, and gave him a ballet bow. It was as if to say that garnering any reaction from him was a victory in itself. Now the elf knew which buttons to push. But the question would soon morph to how far he could push them. So, Haru Alaric, you certainly can be pushed. Just not in a traditional way...
((OOC smile )
ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу fєєℓιиg {Enthusiastic} ωнιℓє ι'м нєα∂ιиg тσωαя∂ѕ {No where} ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу ωєαяιиg {t-shirt, shorts, ankle socks, and canvas slippers} αи∂ ι'м ωιтн {Mary Anne}
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 10:11 pm
ℓєиωë тîωєℓєтяαιи ℓιкє α мα¢нιиє
∂αи¢є ℓιкє α ѕσυℓ
¢σмє, ∂αи¢є ωιтн мє... The elf didn't need to be told twice to get up and follow. He needed to obey at this point. And somehow, it felt nice to. Puzzled was the expression that his face donned next when he recognized the hall that led to the dance studio. His brow furrowed and he wanted to ask Alaric why here. But a wise little voice in his head said that Alaric was not to be questioned at this point. Once inside the studio, he went to all of the windows to close the drapes. It wasn't quite time for sunrise, but it was close enough.
((OOC smile )
ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу fєєℓιиg {Puzzled and nervous} ωнιℓє ι'м нєα∂ιиg тσωαя∂ѕ {No where} ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу ωєαяιиg {My emerald elfin robes} αи∂ ι'м ωιтн {Alaric}
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 6:56 pm
 Ａｌａｒｉｃ Ｆｅｒｄｉｎａｎｄ The vampire moved in silece as he led Lenwe to the dance studio, which was completely empty and dark at this hour. Of course, this was to be expected. It was the hours before dawn, the darkest period of the night... Alaric's cold blood red eyes glowed slightly as he stood in the dance studio, scanning it and making sure that it would suit his purposes. After a while, the vampire glanced over his shoulder, his piercing glare resting on the cowering form of Lenwe.
"Go stand by that wall," Alaric ordered, pointing where the mirrors were.
Alaric suddenly disapeared, where he reappeared in the hallway. He turned down one hallway, which was used for servants only and that was where he found a sink. He walked towards it, then bent down and reached underneath it. The vampire grasped a metal, flexible pipe which he yanked out suddenly. Water burst forth, but Alaric easily took care of that by bending the metal shut, stopping the flow. He weighed the metal, which was was a bit flimsy, creating the perfect tool suited for a particular use the vampire had in mind...
Alaric returned to the dance studio where he began loosening his tie. He did this with one hand, while the other held the metal; the metal whip. His expression was devoid of all emotion as he stalked towards Lenwe.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 7:09 pm
ℓєиωë тîωєℓєтяαιи ℓιкє α мα¢нιиє
∂αи¢є ℓιкє α ѕσυℓ
¢σмє, ∂αи¢є ωιтн мє... Lenwë did as he was told, turning his back towards the mirrors, and putting his hands behing him. The touch of the barre was comforting, though Alaric leaving the room was not. His shoulders were tensed with anxiety. His heart rate skyrocketed and his mouth went dry with the anticipation. When Alaric returned, his heart fell through the floor it seemed. Time seemed to slow while he watched Alaric undo his tie. But more importantly, his grey-blues followed the metallic whip in his free hand.
In an almost reflex-like movement, he raised his arms to cross them at the wrists. "Haru, please. I won't anymore, I swear," he whispered, the tears beginning to form in his eyes.
((OOC smile )
ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу fєєℓιиg {Puzzled and nervous} ωнιℓє ι'м нєα∂ιиg тσωαя∂ѕ {No where} ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу ωєαяιиg {My emerald elfin robes} αи∂ ι'м ωιтн {Alaric}
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2012 11:00 pm
Ａｌａｒｉｃ Ｆｅｒｄｉｎａｎｄ Alaric slid off his tie then let his hand fall to his side, the black tie following suit. It hung limply in his hand while his other hand held the menacing looking whip. The elf seemed to realize what was going to happen next and it resulted in pure fear and regret. Alaric coldly glared at Lenwe who was beginning to cry. He cried out promises that Alaric no longer cared about; the elf was going to be severely punished. Lenwe's cries were getting annoying so Alaric lifted his hand and smacked him with with amazing speed. The hit was hard enough to create a cut on Lenwe's lip along with a bruise forming later.
"Be quiet you insignificant swine," Alaric hissed as he wiped the blood off of his hand. "Now, turn around," he continued coldly.
After Lenwe had turned around, Alaric roughly grabbed his wrist and forced it up above his head and that was where the tie came in. Alaric tied he tie around the elf's wrist tightly then looped it around the bar above the mirror. He did the same with the other arm, so Lenwe was now tied with his arms above his head, facing the mirror. Alaric stepped back and began to pace back and forth slowly, the metal whip in his hand.
"I should kill you... but that would be too easy. You need to be punished instead. It would be merciful of me to kill you..." Alaric said after a prolonged silence.
He stopped pacing and looked into the mirror, so that he could look into Lenwe's eyes.
"Wouldn't you agree?" he asked mockingly.
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 1:16 am
ℓєиωë тîωєℓєтяαιи ℓιкє α мα¢нιиє
∂αи¢є ℓιкє α ѕσυℓ
¢σмє, ∂αи¢є ωιтн мє... To say that the elf was surprised at the sudden backhand would be a lie. To say that it still hurt, and still made the tears flow would be a complete truth. All of the pleading stopped. It was as if something clicked; he suddenly understood that Alaric just wanted him to shut up. Alaric didn't want to hear any pleading, any promises, perhaps not even crying. Hearing Alaric's order, he didn't even bother wiping of the blood from his chin before obeying. Though he wanted to cry out in shock when Alaric grabbed his wrist roughly and pulled it above him, but he didn't. For once, he stayed perfectly silent with his brows furrowed, biting his lip. He tasted the blood; a strange omen of what was to come.
He didn't even struggle when Alaric brought up his other hand and tied it tightly. Alaric must have been a bit taller than him, or the tie was just that little bit too short, for Lenwë had to stand on the balls of his feet for it to be tied properly. His blue-greys closed as he leaned his forehead against the mirror. Already he could feel his lack of daily exercise getting to his calves. That and the very wonderful encounter his head had with the wall, and the draining a mere few nights before. Perhaps there was a slight bit of fear in the mix as well. Even after a few days rest under normal circumstances to let a dance injury heal, his calves were never this weak. How he wished he had his pointe shoes. That would make this so much easier.
And then Alaric began to speak.
His heart seemed to drop another mile or so when he said that death would only be a mercy for him now. And Lenwë knew that it would be. His eyes opened and his head lifted in a strange sort of surrender. Something that Alaric might even note as not having seen before. His brow stayed furrowed and he tried to get more comfortable; the tie, though soft and somewhat thick, still cut into his wrists with unforgiving cruelty. Stopping his struggling to find a better way to stand, he noticed that Alaric had stopped pacing and was looking into the mirror. With a melancholy look, Lenwë's eyes met Alaric's. Though he knew the tone well, he also had a feeling that this was a sort of test.
Even if it wasn't, he knew there would be a right answer. The elf simply nodded as if ashamed, and he couldn't help but notice that his tears had stopped. He leaned his head back on the glass and folded his hands together with the looped length of tie between them. If nothing else, he could hold on as tightly as he needed. How he wished he'd taken off his robe. This would surely ruin it, but on the bright side, it may help to absorb any blood that might fall. Closing his eyes, he prepared for the first strike to land.
((OOC smile )
ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу fєєℓιиg {And I thought I feared for my life before} ωнιℓє ι'м нєα∂ιиg тσωαя∂ѕ {No where} ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу ωєαяιиg {My emerald elfin robes} αи∂ ι'м ωιтн {Alaric}
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 9:40 pm
Ａｌａｒｉｃ Ｆｅｒｄｉｎａｎｄ Lenwe had remained completely silent, and he had made no movement after the vampire had given his order. Alaric stood a few feet away from the elf and was simply observing his reactions. The tears continued to stream, but they soon ceased and he was but an empty shell. The elf had closed his eyes in preparation of the painful strike.
Alaric approached and lifted his hand and the metal lashed across Lenwe's back. It was strong enough to draw blood.
"Open your eyes and watch," Alaric said coldly as he whipped Lenwe again.
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 9:52 pm
ℓєиωë тîωєℓєтяαιи ℓιкє α мα¢нιиє
∂αи¢є ℓιкє α ѕσυℓ
¢σмє, ∂αи¢є ωιтн мє... Lenwë's eyes snapped open as his chest made contact with the mirror from the impact. A gasp escaped from him as he felt the cool air went through the new slash in his robes to touch his bare back. His hand clamped the tie as hard as he could, loosing his balance at the same time. The elf felt the strain in his shoulders worsen once he did, and he tried to regain his precious footing. He was about to close his eyes again when he barely caught what Alaric said. A second strike landed, cutting a different slash in his robes, and catching his bare skin. He felt the silken emerald outer robe fall away almost completely, leaving just his cream and golden colored shirt, still in shreds. "Yes, Haru Alaric," he whispered with a cracking voice. He didn't know how good the vampire's hearing was, but he had a feeling that Alaric would still be able to hear him.
((OOC smile )
ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу fєєℓιиg {So much pain} ωнιℓє ι'м нєα∂ιиg тσωαя∂ѕ {No where} ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу ωєαяιиg {My emerald elfin robes} αи∂ ι'м ωιтн {Alaric}
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 10:13 pm
Ａｌａｒｉｃ Ｆｅｒｄｉｎａｎｄ With Lenwe now watching, Alaric continued to strike the elf's back, mutilating his back with each hit. A new cut appeared each time, until eventually, his whole back became covered with cuts and it bled down his back. Some blood had spattered on Alaric's face as he stopped his onslaught of attacks. His dark hair had become messy and was hanging in his face. Drops of blood stained his pale complexion, emphasizing the color of his eyes even more than usual. The vampire stared at Lenwe's form until he dropped the blood whip on the ground in order to fix his hair. He ran his hands through his hair, moving his hair of his face and that was when he noticed the blood on his face.
He wiped it away with one hand and looked at the crimson liquid on his fingers. His eyes glowed hungrily as the vampire brought his fingers to his lips and licked the blood away. After that was done, Alaric returned his attention to Lenwe, who was now bleeding all over the floor. He frowned as he walked over and easily ripped the tie off of the elf's wrists. Alaric stood back and coldly looked down on Lenwe.
"Clean the blood up," he ordered.
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