What a glorious day it was, indeed. Rain fell in light showers and clouds were spattered across the beautiful sky around his home and he was going to get a new playmate today. Pulling the lapels of the suit jacket to straighten the thing, Erebus smiled to his reflection in the mirror. He had pants to match the jacket, but no fancy shirt or tie under it. A simple light violet t-shirt covered the tattoo on his chest and made the color of the black suit shirt and pants seem to pop. He smiled again at his handsome self before he put on his combat boots on his feet and made way toward the door and to leave his cabin in the woods.
The limo was parked outside, his butler extraordinaire holding the door open for him with a kind smile. Erebus had given the man immortality in exchange for a thousand years of service and since they'd made the pact, two hundred and thirty years had passed. The man was older, a head of white hair pulled back away from his face and his brilliant blue eyes sparkled. Edwards loved the work that he did for Erebus and the demon enjoyed having the other man in the house, however... Running the errands that Edwards did left little time for chit chat with the master of the home. So today, they were going to welcome a new face into the house. A female face, in fact and after hearing the description of one female in particular at the slave shop, he'd purchase her on a whim, hoping for the best, but expecting the worse.
As he entered the car, Edwards shut the door and got into the driver's seat, pulling him toward the slave market.
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The arrival to the mansion took only an hour, thankfully and wonderfully, he hadn't gotten the case of sleepy limbs as the back door to the black limo was opened and Erebus escaped the confinements. Looking up at the mansion with his excited grey violet eyes, he was happy to just have to go up and pick up his new companion before he left. Edwards could get her measurements and clothes later. Right now, there were a few outfits in her closet based on her height and weight, but they were not tailored to her, which Erebus just wouldn't allow of anyone that was in his home.
Giving a smile to Edwards, he told his butler to wish him luck before he headed for the front door, stopping in to pay the mistress and grabbing his new friend's file. He climbed the stairs two at a time, excitement and anticipation not holding a chain on his manners as he simply opened the door to the woman's bedroom. "Hello, my new compan-" He said in a sing songy voice, his hand still on the door, playing the fool before he noticed something off. The woman was clasping a bra around her back and luckily, she had pants on. That had to mean something, right? Right?!
Erebus stood in awkward silence, his face beginning to heat up with a blush as he tried to think of something to say. Sadly, 'I'm sorry' didn't seem like enough. "I didn't think I'd see you shirtless until my butler took your measurements." Was what came out of his mouth instead and he fought the biggest urge to turn and bash his face with the door. He glanced toward the door to measure it's strength and wondered just how hard he could hit himself with it before it broke.
Merlina was just finishing pulling her bra on when the door to her bedroom suddenly swung open and a man stood there gaping red faced at her. Her own cheeks were pink and her body was starting to steam. The first idiotic sentence that spilled from this strange man's mouth didn't help either of them with the embarrassment either. As her body grew hotter from her emotions, Merlina grabbed her shirt and dodged into the bathroom. She tossed the shirt on the counter and moved to stand in the tub with her back pressed against the tile. She breathed in deeply and slowly, trying to calm herself down so she didn't burn her clothes and make the situation worse. The steam faded and she finally calmed herself down. Merlina finished dawning her bra and her shirt before opening the door to the bathroom and stepping out again, looking at the intruder with only a light blush now. " You're a pervert." she said emotionlessly and closed the bathroom door behind her and moved to the middle of the room. " Did your parent's not teach you to knock before entering someone's room?" she asked crossing her arms under her chest and arching one brow though the rest of her face looked bored. Her hot pink lips set in a line as her emerald eyes looked him over as she waited for him to respond.
At least the whole thing worked out better than he thought it would. Last time something like this happened, he was branded by the woman's father and would think that he would have gotten the message the first time. Nope. Obviously not. As the woman bolted into the bathroom, he shut the door politely and stood there thinking of something, anything he could say to redeem himself, but nothing came into his mind. All he felt was the need to laugh.
After a few minutes, the girl emerged from the bathroom, fully clothed. The light blush on her face was endearing, but he still had to look away until she called him a pervert. Keep your mouth shut, Erebus. Just keep your damned mouth-- "Eh, I've been called worse." And with his words, he gave a shrug to emphasize that her words meant little. But her question? He bust out laughing, his face turning from emotionless to full humor in .003 seconds. After a few moments of laughter, he stopped enough to reply. "Hunny, I was raised solely by my father and I was lucky if he taught me how to dismember people in a way to cause the least amount of pain." The demon said, his voice still lit with humor.
Clearing his throat, he straightened his back and pulled on his lapels and ran a hand over the leg of his pants before turning his grey violet eyes back to the female. "I would love to stand around and chat some more, but sadly, my butler has lots of things to do today to prepare for your arrival, so we must get going. Edwards is simply going to love having someone else to dote on." Erebus said as he opened the door, holding his arm out to direct her from the room.
Merlina struggled to not roll her eyes at the man's retort to her pervert comment. When he started laughing almost insanely, she had to take a step back from him. There was only a slight raise of her brows but what he said did take her aback. Dismembering people? What kind of family did this weirdo come from?? As the man fixed his attire and mentioned how they had other places to be, Merlina inwardly sighed. " Fine. Let me grab my bag." she said and walked to the bed. Getting down on all fours she retrieved a black backpack from beneath it. It was rather old looking with one strap and a few area's were patched with duct tape and stitches. She stood holding the one good strap and opened up the biggest pocket and went to her open closet, grabbing her clothing that hung there from the shelves and just cramming it all inside the bag with a set of sneakers before forcing the zipper shut. She slung the back pack on her back and motioned with arm towards the door. " Lead the way." she said.
▐ Russel's lips twitched into an upward smile as Marie gave the woman in front of them a compliment while also asking her for tips. On her hair. He wasn't that bad at it was he? She was presentable! A grin, however, still threatened to come onto his when he overheard the whispered words between her and his daughters.▐
❀✿Marie's face threatened to split from the full force of the grin on her face before Rose jumped in tired of being ignored. "Hi! My names Rose, I'm Marie's twin see? Cos we look the same only my eyes are green just like Papa's while hers are blue just like Mama's. So you really only cute on full moons? Why? Does it make it grow fast afterwards? And why are you in a cage? Did you do something wrong? I don't think you did anything wrong. Papa says I'm a good judge of char-characktror..." The little girl paused in the middle of her long speech. Where Marie was curious Rose was inquisitive bordering on nosy. She would badger answers out of anyone and anything as long as she got an answer...and it had to be an answer she liked. So while she paused thinking of the word her twin decided to come to her rescue. "Character. Papa says your a good judge of character and I have insatiable curiosity." Both girls beamed in pride and being labeled these obvious compliments from their father. ❀✿
Well, at least she was civil. Packing her bag instead of arguing with him was a step int he right direction, he supposed. Since he'd already paid for her, after she told him to lead the way, he shook his head. "I am being rude. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Erebus Demogorgon, but please. Just call me Erebus. And also, please, go first. I don't like having people at my back, especially women." He said, the last part his voice dropped into an apologetic tone at the admitting that he really didn't like women at his back.
Erebus didn't like it much himself, but he learned long ago to never let females at his back, namely his sisters and succubi. After allowing her a moment to pass him, he gently laid a hand on the small of her back leading from behind but trying not to make it uncomfortable for the girl. As they descended the stairs, he felt oddly quiet. The demon didn't know what to say to this new play thing, but he was sure he'd think of something when he got close to Edwards or that the butler would do the talking.
As they came to the first floor of the building, Erebus lead her for the door and when the emerged, the butler was standing beside the car, the passenger side door open for them to enter the vehicle with a bright smile. The demon couldn't help but smile back at Edwards since the man's smile was so contagious. "What a beautiful woman you picked, my lord, if my saying so is no intrusion. I look forward to serving you, my lady." The butler told her as they approached the vehicle before he gave a slight bow to them and held his arm up in an invitation to enter the vehicle.
Merlina shrugged and said, " Ok." when Erebus introduced himself and asked her to go ahead of him. She really didn't care either way and knew introducing herself back would be pointless as her name was in her file so why waste her breath? Stepping out into the hallway, she paused for a moment waiting for him. The touch of his hand on her back made her quickly speed up her pace to avoid being touched. It was usually safer that way to keep any accidental burnings from occurring. Reaching the stairs, Merlina moved to the railing. Sitting her backpack on her lap, she seated herself side saddle on the railing and slid right to the bottom in a tenth of the time it would have taken to walk each step. Swinging the pack back against her shoulder blades, she looked up at Erebus with one hand on her hips as she waited patiently for him to arrive at the bottom as well then headed for the door. " See ya later. Let me know who wins the pot after I get back." Merlina said calmly over her shoulder to the mistress as they passed her on their way out. Usually people bet on how long she lasted with a new master before they returned her for her aloof attitude or they pissed her off and got set on fire. The top running one this time was a month which was surprisingly good to her last master who they thought would make it a week. The car had immediately turned around after 10 minutes on the road cause the old perv had slid a hand on her thigh and he got a third degree burn.
Merlina enjoyed the silence between them as they made their way outside to see a large limo at the ready with an elderly man in a suit waiting beside it. Merlina walked this small flight of steps to the car, jumping the last three before standing before the open door. A brow arched up as the complimented Erebus's 'pick' like she was some packaged sirloin from the super market. When he bowed and continued to say how he'd look forward to serving her Merlina had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. " Whatever. Thanks I guess." she said, shrugging the unoccupied shoulder before climbing into the open car door and sliding all the way to the other side. Her bag placed in her lap against her chest as her elbow rested against the opposite door's window edge and she placed her chin in the palm to stare blankly out it as they got underway to her new home. She wondered slightly if she'd get a room like here or if she would be put in another cage at the end of the day. Either way, as long as no one touched her bag or tried to force something on her they might make it more than a day.
Her hair was absolutely perfect. The long silver strands were put up in an updo and the light blue spaghetti strap dress fell to her calves while her feet were adorned with her favorite blue heels to match. Vixen's skin was painted in silver henna to compliment the outfit, leaving only her ruby iris's to stand out against the other two colors.
The two rubies looked toward the man in the passenger seat, his short silver hair and ruby reds stared out and the rolling expanse of land beneath them. They were just now coming close to the airport, their personal helicopter driven by a trusted pilot as he brought the thing to a soft landing before he shut off the engine. Vixen turned her eyes to the door and opened it after a few moments for the blades to slow so that they wind didn't mess up her hair. From the airport, they had another twenty miles by car which was already prepared and the back door opened for the pair of Atlantians. A usual, Wren went outside first, taking a look around for any kind of threat to his 'Lady' as he always called her before he put his hand out to help her from the aircraft.
Vixen took Wren's hand and held it as he helped her from the helicopter and lead her toward the car, keeping his ever watchful eyes on everyone that was near them. Wren had been protective of the silver haired woman since the day she'd saved him from his pimp and a life of prostitution. Not only that, Vixen had asked nothing from him other than his blood and he had gladly obliged her that one part of his body he could give her without fear that she'd want more. And Wren... He loved Vixen with a silent reserve that wasn't intentional nor needed.
Vixen would have understood him, right? He understood enough about her to know that she didn't seem him as he saw her. She knew that she only saw him as a friend, a brother of sorts, perhaps a body guard at best. As Vixen got into the vehicle, his sharp red eyes scanned the airport one last time before he climbed inside and shut the door to the bulletproof car. The driver got in as well and started the engine before pulling the car limo onto the streets and moving toward the slave shop.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The slave shop was beautiful, much more than she had expected from a place that sold people. Though... She wasn't sure if the slave shops would have adjusted with the times or not... The last one she went to was filled with dying slaves and disease. The slave she'd purchased had died within the first week of her having him and instead of returning his body to the slave trader, she had laid his body to rest under an old tree on her island. Vixen frowned as the memory came into her mind, but she waited for Wren to do his get out and look around routine before he held out his hand to her and she grabbed it and let him pull her from the vehicle.
Standing on her own two feet, she smiled brightly up at the building. She wasn't sure just what she wanted yet, but anything was good for her, even if it wanted to kill her. The Vycan could handle herself in a fight if Wren could not and she would probably have to prove herself to a slave that wanted to kill her. Probably rub his face in the sand to prove who was boss, which she didn't mind too much. Bright and excited rubies glanced over at the stoic Wren before she smiled at him and let loose a laugh. "Last one there's a soiled egg!" She said as she ran took off running toward the building and up the stairs.
Wren gave a small smile as he watched her go, but quickly got himself in check, reminding himself that this place held untold dangers and there were a lot of things out there that could kill Vixen. Speeding his step, he took the steps two by two and reached the landing just as she pulled open the door with a laugh. "You're a spoiled egg, Wren." The silver haired beauty told him as she looked over her shoulder at him with a smile. "That's a 'rotten egg', Vixie." He replied softly, his voice quiet as his eyes skimmed over the room they had entered. It looked safe enough, he supposed. "Whatever. You're an egg." The Vycan said with another of her signature laughs which seemed to sound more beachy than anything else he'd ever heard.
As the woman made her way toward the mistress's office, Wren stayed hot on her heels, being more like her over sized shadow than another person, but he owed his life to Vix and he would be damned if he let anything happen to her on his watch. When they entered the room, Vixen saw a pile of files with her name on a sticky note stuck to the top file. Taking the small stack of folders, she took a seat on a bench in the main room, Wren standing at her side, keeping a watchful eye on everyone that entered and left the room. As Vixen looked over the files, she wondered silently what she was looking for, knowing that Wren would feel more comfortable with someone with velvet, but... Vixen wanted a challenge. If Wren would have had a collar, it would have been velvet or leather. No. Vix wanted something dangerous and on the verge of uncontrollable. And as she opened one file... She smiled. She might have just found exactly what she was looking for.
Fenris didn't smile back down at the slave, didn't make a move to coddle the boy, but instead nodded. "So be it. Come along then, pet. I must pay for you so that we can leave for now." He said in his cold tone. He would have attached a collar, but didn't see a need to. If the slave wanted to follow, he would, if not, then Fenris would just have to wait for some more inventory to enter the slave shop.
He made his way down the stairs and made sure to look over his shoulder to make sure that the slave was following or not and that he wasn't having troubles with the stairs since he couldn't see and that over-sized bunny in his mouth. When he was sure that the boy didn't need help, he continued down the stairs and into the mistress's office, bypassing the woman sitting on a bench and the man looking at the pair of males like they were going to slit the female's throat if he looked away from them. Fenris went in and laid his money on the desk for his new pet and left the room, making sure that Kua was behind him before he headed outside.
Watch the city ******** bleed. Do you wanna burn it with me?
Bring the world to its knees. Do you wanna burn it with me?
The city looks so pretty. Do you wanna burn it with me?
Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 12:14 am
❝In the hearts of the blind Something you'll never find Is a vision of light❞
Kau couldn't really carry the rabbit in his mouth now that he'd putt he gag back. He ended up standing and walking behind his master. Despite the thick, heavy soles of his boots which softly thudded against the floor with each step, Kau realized that the man in front of him was still much taller. He wasn't sure how he knew. Kau seemed to have a way of telling where exactly his surroundings were. That was one of the reasons why he didn't go tumbling down the stairs as soon as they got to them.
When they made their way into another room, Kau hugged his rabbit close and waited until the were off once again. He followed his new masters scent closely, not wanting to get lost. The whole time he stayed no more than a foot behind the man and it seemed Kau planned to stay that close until he was told otherwise. So Fenris didn't need to worry about losing Kau just yet. He was curious of what they were doing now. They were leaving the strange place Kau had been dragged to... So where would they go now?
"Home?" he asked, his soft voice echoing into his master's mind. Kau probably wouldn't use this form of communication often since his previous master hadn't approved of it. If he did, Kau would be sure to keep his words at a limit. When Kau's old master had discovered that Kau could use telepathy, he hadn't been very happy. Kau was supposed to be a dog. And dogs didn't talk. Usually he would be in trouble for walking on only his legs like hw as at the moment but Kau wasn't sure now to carry his stuffed rabbit with the gag in his mouth at the same time if he were crawling. Would he put it on his back? Surely it would fall off. He didn't seem to mind for now. Kau just sniffed at the air and made sure he followed close behind his master.
Lucid did not expect Lux to bite his finger and he recoiled, air hissing loudly through his teeth as he winced in pain. He drew his arm back slap her across the face but just as he began moving it forward, he recalled the strict "no violence" rule from Mistress Pallas. Growling angrily, he backed off, dodging the thrown chair just as the guard burst into the room. He wanted to be the one punishing her behavior, but unfortunately she wasn't his officially.....yet. "Just for that you b***h I'm buying you." Lucid snarled, his eyes turning a deep blood red. Noticing her looking at him then the door, he intentionally moved closer, blocking her off. "Are you going to come without a fight or am I going to have to knock you out?" He asked angrily, his eyes narrowing almost to slits. Before she could answer, Lucid turned to the guard and whispered a few things to him. The man nodded and, knowing that Lux was taken care of for the time being ran out of the room looking for reinforcements to handle her if she did put up a fight. Generally they weren't able to harm any of the slaves unless they were being violent themselves. Lucid didn't want them to though, he was dead set on buying Lux and as soon as the money was transferred he was going to teach her a lesson she was never going to forget. No one defied him. But he would have to be careful, she was just as dangerous as he was and if he gave her the opportunity she would kill him without a second thought. He would need to discipline her accordingly, keeping her in check. Once the guard came back with a couple more of his comrades, he pointed to Lux. "I'm taking her back with me, bind and gag her tightly, I don't want any complications when I'm driving home. Take her out to my car, I'll be out once I'm finished paying." He gave the girl a smile as the guards grabbed her arms, one on each side. "I'm going to love torturing you." He said then turned and walked back down the grand staircase, heading back to Mistress Pallas' office room. Once he had finalized the payment, handing over a quarter of a million US dollars, he bowed his head then left, heading to his Mercedes. "Put her in the back, I have magic nullifying charms there so she won't be able to use her powers." He reassured them as the guards hesitated, wondering if he would even survive the trip back home with such a wild slave.
......but get to know me better and I'll show you a whole other side of me ❞
Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 1:26 am
Loretta Siren
Elena Tresemme
Roland chuckled as he watched Loretta's face when he told her about the lake and ocean. He bet she hadn't been able to properly stretch her tail and go swimming, It was fortunate that she was the shy, submissive type of slave or he would have been forced to keep her in until she knew it was pointless to run. But it seemed like as long as he kept her happy and distracted she wouldn't start to long for freedom. He wondered if she had been with any other Masters and bit his lip gently, thinking. He continued to hold out his hand, watching as she nodded almost immediately, but waited a few seconds, making sure this was what she really wanted. Once she placed her hand in his, he opened the door and shook his head when the guard waiting outside moved forward. He knew how intimidating they could be and Loretta's trust in him was only on the first step. It wouldn't take much for it to break so he would have to go slowly with the girl. Walking down to where they would see Mistress Pallas, Roland kept it slow so Loretta could keep up and be able to look around at the same time. Once they entered her office he stopped and bowed to the woman in the room then straightened up and smiled at her. "I'm here to bring her home with me, here are her papers." Handing out the folder and placing it on her desk, he sat down, inviting Loretta to sit next to him with a small wave of the hand.
Tapered ivory fingers found their way through soft fur easily, without resistance. She was actually quite surprised, given that the wolf was said to be rather troublesome, given the material of his collar. She could not quite trust that he would simply roll over if she so desired him to do so. Her beasts often bit the hand that fed them at first, until they learned that the hand that fed was paired with the hand that struck. She would not be dominated by this frail creature. Not when she had been a beast master for years. It would be a disgrace on her name if she was suddenly bested by a beast. A slave with a price on its back at that. No. She would tame this beast, and be wary of his easy going demeanor of current. With a smile, she continued to stroke the soft fur on it’s body, as well as his tails until he pulled away. Her face lost the smile that it had been wearing slowly, as she looked at the wolf, waiting for him to speak, or make motion, or whatever he planned to do. When he spoke his name, Calista smiled gently, the plumes at her neck stretching a bit in anticipation of the fun she would have with this boy. He had said his name was Aion, and she could not help but give a gentle smile at his so far, forthcoming nature. She could only applaud his manners so far. If was trying to impress her, she was very much amused, but she was also tired, so she could have been letting things slip by her. She was more of a night person, so being up during the day and under the sun could have been effecting her judgment. She wouldn’t be so easy or kind if the wolf bit back when she was fully in her right mind.
When the wolf moved to sit in front of her, he seemed to be taking in her features and familiarizing himself with her. That was good. He would know that she was his Mistress and that he would obey her. All was working out rather swimmingly, and she was pleased with the outcome. A smile upon her face, she needed. ”Well, Aion, I have come to take you to my home. You will be my pet. My personal beast. And I shall train you accordingly. If you have tricks for me, nasty tricks, I will break them from you. Consider this your warning, my love, for I am not a forgiving woman when I am wrong. Do not bit the hand that feeds you now for something better later. You will not receive it.” She smiled, kneeling carefully to stroke over his face gently, and see his reaction. She would clip his leash upon him and take him home soon, but she wanted to see how he reacted first. Her face so close to his, she knew it was a risk. Even though beasts tended to have a certain intelligence about them, they were stil no better than what normal mortals called animals. They had their own reactions, and she would not accept his if he chose to be so disobedient as to attack her straight out. No. She was still testing him. And she would not lower her guard until she was absolutely certain that he could be trusted. ”They call me Calista, my beloved Aion…and you shall call me Mistress. And if you do not, I shall punish you. You shall respect me, and know my word as law, is that understood my beast?”
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Sorry for the wait, I hope this is okay. If you want to move them faster, you may, but know that she will clip a leash to him, and if he refuses to go, she will tug him. If you'd rather wait for me to post their exit, I will do so in my next post. ;3
xxxx▶▷▸▹ The wolf only nodded at her words. He was already used to hearing the word 'pet' over and over to how many masters/mistress that bought him. And also to being retreated as one. Thought, Aion didn't much training on manners and any other affairs as long as it was daytime. Who really needed the training his Mistress said was his night persona. That persona of his was the one with tricks in his sleeves. In fact, countless tricks. A silent sigh came from the wolf, knowing that tonight will be messy than any night he had spend with an mistress/master. Since from the speech of the belle, he knew she was what many called a beast master but also how she acted to him.
As the demoness kneel before him, stroking his face. Aion would only push his face to her hand to stroke his face more, his gems of blue closed. Her touch was soothing and gentle that it reminded him of someone who had the same touch as Calista. This someone was one of the sacrifices that was offered to him but unlike every sacrifice that was brought to him, she didn't feared in him but in fact, treated him like an human than an monster or deity.
He slowly opened his gems only to see his Mistress's visage closed to his. Aion involuntarily moved his head slightly away. Thought, he moved his face closer to her's and passed her face to her neck. He would take the chance given to him my his Mistress to also familiarized her scent. Aion nuzzled her neck covered by feathers and sniffed the fragrance that Calista emitted and it was quite fabulous and alluring.
Aion slowly withdrew his head from her neck and hearing her words, "Yes... Mistress..." He replied after a nod. And soon enough, a leash made from chains was clipped to his collar. His owner led him out of his temporary room. The current Aion would only followed without much of trouble his Mistress's trail. Thought, if it was the Aion of the night, well... it's a different story all together. He was brought to the office of Mistress Pallas, the owner of the slave shop he was had been merchandised at. Aion could only sit there and wait for the transaction between the belles end. With his file on the hands of his Mistress, he was taken by Calista out of the shop. He missed being outside yet didn't dared to run around the lawn but rather just stayed by Calista's side, seeing she had the full grasp of his leash. And soon enough, the wolf had been taken by the demoness to her home.
┏━━━━━━━━━┓ "I think that I shall never see A poem as lovely as a tree." ┗━━━━━━━━━┛
┏━━━━━━━━━┓ "A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast." ┗━━━━━━━━━┛
Δngelia's mouth dropped into a small 'o', momentarily stunned by the man's confession. Who would drown their own children? Her ragged thoughts bubbled before she realized he was joking. "Oh," She said quietly, she features softening in an instant, "I admire their curiosity." This man seemed tense and fatherly all at the same time. His posture, she thought while looking down at Rose and Marie so that is was not obvious that she was thinking about him, was very straight, almost army like. Was he from an army of some sort? Perhaps that was why he was here looking for someone to care for his children while he was away. But why a slave? Sure it was cheaper in the long run, but a babysitter would be more trustworthy.
Angelia mentally frowned at these thoughts before returning her attention to the girls in front of her. A smile was just about to form when Rose mentioned her family. Though it was asked in innocence, it still hit Angelia hard. She had avoided all thoughts of her dear sisters since the incident, and now this sweet girl was suggesting that she should be able to live with them. Morbid thoughts danced through her mind. The last moments that she saw them they were dashing away from the stream. Their elegant faces were etched with fear, but through their eyes shown determination. It was too late to set up any type of barrier, the traders were already at their doorstep, so to speak. The last time she ever saw them was when they were swallowed by their oaks. And that was that.
Shaking her head, she brought herself back from the memory, begging her eyes not to mist. Angelia forced herself to smile. Whoever said it would make you feel better was deranged. Taking a deep breath she watched as little Marie asked her father a beautiful question. Suddenly the two girls were all over the place pleading for her sake. The impossible task they set before themselves brought tears to her eyes. Her smile wavered, but she refused to let her tears fall. One tear could mean an waterfall, and she didn't want to break down in front of these strangers, least of all the twins. She would feel terrible if she let them know how tired she was of this place. They were still living life without a care and Angelia did not want to ruin that for them.
As soon as she trusted herself to speak without her voice cracking she looked down at the girls and said, "Now, that is a hard question to answer, so don't be too hard on your father if he decides against it." She paused to swallow passed the boulder lodged in her throat, "Plus, I'm sure there are better, more qualified, nannies out there besides me." The corners of her smile quivered downward, trying to pull her down, but her smile was far from broken. You are strong, and you will not cry, she told herself sternly.
She stood up straighter, her shoulders back, and she held her chin high. "Sir," She said addressing the father, "It would be an honor to watch over the little ones for you." Angelia, with her temporary courage, smiled an open mouthed smile. A real smile. The only one she could have mustered with this courage. Looking down at the girls, she gave them a smaller smile, hoping everything would turn out the way they wanted it too.
┏━━━━━━━━━┓ "A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of ribbons in her hair." ┗━━━━━━━━━┛
┏━━━━━━━━━┓ Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. ┗━━━━━━━━━┛
What a glorious day it was, indeed. Rain fell in light showers and clouds were spattered across the beautiful sky around his home and he was going to get a new playmate today. Pulling the lapels of the suit jacket to straighten the thing, Erebus smiled to his reflection in the mirror. He had pants to match the jacket, but no fancy shirt or tie under it. A simple light violet t-shirt covered the tattoo on his chest and made the color of the black suit shirt and pants seem to pop. He smiled again at his handsome self before he put on his combat boots on his feet and made way toward the door and to leave his cabin in the woods. 
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