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ｉｓ x ｉｎ x ｔｈｅｍ x ｔｈａｔ x ｙｏｕｒ x ｓｔｒｅｎｇｔｈ x ｌｉｅｓ
If patience is worth anything, it must endure to the end of time. And a living faith will last in the midst of the blackest storm.  abdiel jasiekx۰ ۰ ۰ Not bad, he thought absently as she quickly stood, surprised, but still welcoming. It was easy to tell between who was genuinely welcoming and who was putting up a false façade. Though she was a trifle surprised by his presence, she seemed truly welcoming, at least did not mind his presence. That was something actually quite important. If someone disliked his presence or found it off-putting that someone had come into the room instead of leaving them alone, that would have proven to be problematic in the future. Well, it was true that they could get along, possibly, if they didn't interact all that much but that seemed so... lonely! In such a big house, it would be far better if they could get along and give each other company besides her just completing her designated duties. At least she had proven herself in that respect. It was certainly nice to have such a person who could act in the manner she had given him a taste of, especially if it came from genuine kindness and sincerity in her personality.
Abdiel nodded absently when she offered him a chair, lips twitching upwards into an amused smile that reached his eyes and filled his face. "You can call me Abdiel is you want. 'Jasiek is a name I am still getting used to. I do not think I have lived up to that name just yet. They are big shoes to fill." He did sit down, though, on the chair that was offered to him. It was cozy considering and it was good to see that they took good care of their slaves even though they were just that, slaves. She certainly had a nice room. Cozy. Perhaps the house he currently called his own would be a bit too much. He thought so. It was cozy, sure, but wasn't as... intimate? Well, it was just dang big. He'd seen big so it wasn't overwhelming but it was unnecessarily big. Uselessly big. The previous line of owners were a bit mad. Very mad. Crazy. Oh. And he was talking to... Eirawen. Right.
The woman sat across from him and he leaned forward to place his clasped hands on the table. He reminded himself but his eyes fell from her face to what rested on the table, a bit pushed to the side. He was listening to her, of course, though his eyes were locked curiously on the remnants of what she had been eating. He nodded his head absently once more when she introduced herself so as to show he was listening to her, his fingers picking up a piece and sticking it in his mouth. It was sweet, really good. He'd never seen it before. Then again, he had seen very little especially of food.
"Mm, they did, yes. Though only what you have been called or are known by them as. Everyone is always something more than they appear on the surface, especially what others perceive of them to be..." he trailed off for only a heartbeat. "This is good. What is it?" He put another in his mouth, brows pulling together. Yet his head lifted and he gave her another toothy grin. "You don't have to worry about impressing me... your manners are very good, I can see that. For having lived so long it is no surprise you do... Ah.."
He crossed his hands again, seeming to catch himself on something before he returned his train of thought to her other question. "Yes, no... it isn't intrusive. I don't see why. Though I am looking for a certain sort of person. Perhaps it is obvious? You see, I am new to this life in more ways than one and all I need is a companion who can aid me in this." He looked suddenly very embarrassed and he stared at the window for a long moment. "I... was locked out of my house the first day I got there. I have no idea how keys work. In fact, I don't know much of anything. It is difficult living on my own when I do not know... well, as I said, much of anything." His smile reappeared, a still embarrassed one that made his shoulders droop. But, his face brightened again and he suddenly clasped her hands. "But I am a quick learner! I am always eager to learn and that is why I came here! Oh, and you don't mind children do you? I want to help the children as the grandfather was before he died. It will be a lot of fun and they will certainly enjoy it! Don't you think so?"
It was a big project that had never taken off with the old Mr. Jasiek had fallen ill. He had still supplied the money until he had recently passed away. Abdiel had sworn to complete the project and had even looked forward to it. It had focused on the well-being of children on the fringes of society. Those who didn't get the quality attention they needed either because they were orphans or their households were not welcoming. The building had begun to go up but it was currently standing there unfinished. It was supposed to be a school where the children could go and learn for free. Math, science, english, literature, history, and other courses they otherwise could not take. A park had begun to go up just behind it but that too was incomplete. It was almost finished but the area around it was dangerous due to construction. If they wanted to use it, the area had to be cleaned up and/or the construction finished. It was surprising that he knew how to read, write, do math, and comprehend science. And yet he was so inept and most everything else. He was child-like in his own way and it excited him to no end that he would help create this school and keep it running. To do so he needed help, though. She had said she could cook and clean and that was a good start. He was thoroughly pleased. She seemed the type that would do well with children. But could she handle rowdy children?
"I cannot say I know what an Ice Maiden is," he responded as he looked at her curiously. He had not released her hands, cupping them between both of his after he had grabbed them from her lap. "Unless you are a winter spirit? I do not mind. You may like where I live, then. Since it is in the mountains, it is almost winter year round. There are milder seasons, of course, and harsher winters - as I am told - but you are a winter spirit so you would enjoy that, wouldn't you...?" He pause and released her hands. "Ah... sorry, that was a bit fast."
Faith is a knowledge within the heart, beyond the reach of proof. •
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 7:27 am
x x w a f f l e s x x w a f f l e s x x  xxxWell wasn't he a dear? Nodding eagerly as he asked her to simply call him Abdiel, Eirawen watched the man curiously. He was listening to her, his body language gave that away, but he seemed ever so interested in the leftover scone on the tray. It was so innocent, and when he suddenly reached over and plucked half the scone from the plate, it was all Eirawen could do to stop herself from placing her fingers to her lips to suppress a surprised and mildly amused chuckle. He was interesting, that she could tell already. And his curiosity reminded her of when she was still free and roaming about Iceland, still unaware of what humans could do and how horrible they could be to the unknown and wonderful.
xxxWith a slightly stunned look on her face, mixed with a cheerful smile, Eirawen fell silent as she watched Abdiel taste the scone segment. Observing his initial reaction, he seemed to enjoy it, and although he seemed not to recognise the doughy treat - Eira did get confused at times with people's emotions - he truly seemed to like. This was a good sign, Eirawen knew how to make scones pretty well, along with dumplings in stew. Soul food, the stuff that warmed you up in winter. Which was kind of ironic, since she theoretically was a winter spirit.
xxxCanting her head a little to the side as he spoke again, it was interesting to hear his reply, more so how he worded it. He spoke like he was much older and wiser than he looked, but when he suddenly trailed off, an amused smile tugged at her lips. He really was a dear. Gaze softening as he took the remaining half of the scone, she chuckled at his sudden comment. "It's a scone. A small treat, a quick bread. I enjoy making them..." Trailing off after admitting she liked to bake, and revealing that she could cook if he wished, but she also trailed off because he began to speak again. Yet what he said surprised her nicely, and she dipped her chin to her chest to try and lessen the pleased smile on her face. Being complimented on your manners was such a lovely feeling.
xxxLifting her chin once she felt she wouldn't smile like an idiot, Eira listened as he addressed her second question, the one she was most eager to have answered. Relief glossed over her face as he admitted her question wasn't too intrusive, and he began to explain he was indeed looking for a certain kind of sla-... Person. Frowning a bit as he mentioned that something was obvious, Eirawen wasn't sure what he meant. He confusion only deepened when he mentioned he was new to this life in more ways that one. How could you be new to life, but present yourself with such poise that contrasted so strongly with the word 'new'? Admitting you needed a companion was probably hard enough, but his sudden change into embarrassment made Eira sit up, slightly startled. Embarrassment was a strong emotion, surely this charming young man had nothing to be embarrassed about?
xxxThen he spilled his embarrassing secret and Eirawen could feel her heart going out to this male. He was new to living like humans. Touching a hand to her heart briefly as her face fell into an apologetic look (she couldn't pity someone who was going through what she went through), her hands clasped together in her lap as he came right out and admitted he needed someone to live with him to make sure he could simply just live. Too lost in her thoughts on how she could already help him out - even if she was stuck in the Old World days - the woman jumped slightly as her hands were grasped suddenly by the now smiling man. His smile was infectious, and Eira found herself grinning, if not somewhat shyly. A quick learner? That was handy, she could teach him so much in the first day so he wouldn't feel so confused or lost like she had long ago. But the mention of children just made her face light up. Eirawen loved children. They were innocent but in the same way they would tell the cutest lies to save their butts. The children that lived in the mountains in the Alps were her favourite beings, when they saw her in her natural form they'd call her an Ice Fairy. There was nothing more heartwarming than knowing your presence has made children believe that fairytales are real.
xxxBefore she could answer though, he was admitting he didn't know what an Ice Maiden was, but compared her to a winter spirit which was pretty much spot on. Perking up when he said his home was in the mountains, a gleam seemed to return to her eyes. The mountains. She hadn't been in mountain ranges for so long. The mere thought of the chance she'd get to leave with this charmingly innocent man to help him at his mountain home was already bringing life to the maiden. Feeling his hands let go of hers, she noticed the warmth that was left behind. Given she felt - temperature wise - the same as any other being thanks to the collar and the hotel, it was still something she wasn't used to yet. Reaching out slowly, Eirawen took Abdiel's hands in hers and smiled. "Touch is a good way to get across feelings and a nice base to form trust. I do not mind." Rubbing the back of his hands with her thumb in a reassuring manner, she shut her eyes for a moment and smiled while tipping her head to the side. "To put it basically, I'm a female winter spirit, so in a sense you were almost right. I'm a Maiden of Jack Frost. I help him bring winter to the lands and hand icicles from houses and trees for the children to admire. I weave snowflakes for them to chase, and freeze water for them to skate on." Talking about what she was made the woman stare wistfully at her hands holding Abdiel's for a moment before she snapped out of her little bit of daydreaming.
xxx"I think children are lovely. I know they can be a handful, and can also be loud and even destructive. But they are just innocent little beings that need to be guided and helped towards the right path. You mentioned you want to help the children... May I ask how? What did 'the Grandfather' do to help them before you? If I can help you in any way, I would love the chance." Squeezing his hands, Eirawen let them go and leaned on the table, her body openly facing him. She was showing she wanted to hear what he had to say, that she wanted to learn how he was going to help the children. She didn't want to get her hopes up, just in case they got dashed, but Eira wanted to help this man and help him with his chosen path. He was a good man, there was just something around him that screamed goodness and kindness. Abdiel was a safe person to be with, and Eirawen hadn't felt safety in many a moon.
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Ｓｔａｔｕｓ: { surprisingly helpful }
Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: { The Hotel of Slaves }
Ｃｏｍｐａｎｙ: { a man called Abdiel }
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N o i r Wafflesaurus Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2013 11:48 am
![User Image]() ![User Image]()  ![User Image]() ▷ Walking to the hotel had been its own experience in and of itself. Orion was convinced they had not walked up the right road, and Iain thought they hadn't gone far enough. The two considered splitting up, so that Orion could check if they had passed it, but instead, the sweater clad twin stayed with Iain. They had both stayed relatively quiet during the walk, and Iain was wishing they had brought the car so they didn't have to walk, but they had left it in the street, outside the candy shop, where he had bought the bag of candy he was now eating from. He offered to buy Orion something, but he had said no. Of course it was simply Orion's way of saying 'why do I need my own bag of candy, when I have yours?' Sometimes, such a thing made Iain angry, but he had been sure to buy a huge bag, so that even the new member or members, as Orion had not shut up about having two other people in the house, so that both brothers may be kept company, could have some of his candy.
Upon reaching the hotel, both brothers stopped to look at the outside. Orion was in awe that something so beautiful could be the front for creature trafficking. Iain was rolling his eyes at the thing. "Well, I guess someone has money. Kind of hard to ignore it when they wave enough Franklins in your face." He was being a bit of a teenager in the way that he saw things, but he really wasn't one for people flashing their money about in public. Sure, the boys lived in a nice house, but they had started out renting it, and when the owner finally passed, they quickly bought it, which allowed others to think they were renting from the new owners. Iain's car was a little flashy, but not as much as Orion's, who had made it clear that he really didn't mind having lots of money. The thought had made him sick, but he just blamed it on the candy he ate and opened the door for Orion, choosing not to be a complete savage.
"Oh, hello. May I help you?" The petite blonde at the front desk quickly became Iain's target. She didn't stand a chance to the gorgeous selkie male. "Yes, you may. Why don't you tell me what time you get off work, and I'm sure we can both help each other out. I'm more than willing to lend a hand to whatever you need, miss." He leaned over the counter, his face close, as he drew his fingers across the underside of her chin, watching her cheeks turn crimson in color. However, he was quickly pulled by the back of his sweatshirt and shoved into a seat. "Oh, someone's a little jealous, aren't we, Orion?"
Orion shot him a look as if to tell him to shut up, and quit being such a handful. How his brother could keep going like he did was a talent he didn't think he could posses. There was last night, and the attack this morning, and then the flight attendant. If he hadn't been there to force his brother away from the poor desk woman, then there would have been another thing his brother could do to occupy his time. "Hello, yes there is something you can help us with. We're here for," He put his hand to the side of his mouth, and glanced around before leaning closer to the woman and whispering. "a slave." Once he had said what he needed, he quickly straightened his back, and resumed his normal stance. If anything was suspicious, it wasn't the man in the corner of the lobby, but rather the young twin with a feather boa around his neck and snow globe in his hand, whispering something to the front desk attendant. It was strange to think that someone trying to be inconspicuous was really only making himself a suspicious character.
"Oh, yes. Don't worry about a thing, Sweety. Just fill this out, and here's one for your brother, and when you're done, I'll type it in the computer, and print you off a list of possible matches." She gave him a sweet smile that almost made Orion blush. Instead, he quickly looked over at his brother and realized she had been smiling at the doof who was winking, and licking his lips. Orion simply rolled his eyes and handed one of the clipboards to his brother, watching him check all the wrong boxes. "Give me that. I'm filling yours out for you. Do you want someone well behaved or would you like to be killed in your sleep?" Orion smiled at the thought, before pulling the form away as his brother tried to snatch it back. "Give it back, Orion. Now." Orion shook his head and was met by himself on the floor, with Iain on top of him, trying to wrestle the clipboard away from him. "No, you'll put a serial killer in our house! No! Get off of me!" Orion ripped the paper off the board and waved it above his head, dodging Iain's grabby hands. "Give it to me.""No!"
Iain pretended to let up and let his brother do as he wished, but as soon as the other boy began to trust he wouldn't do anything, Iain snatched the paper from his hand and ran to the other side of the lobby. Orion gave up, deciding that the form didn't necessarily decide the slave's personality down to a T. He hoped there was at least a chance that the front desk clerk would use his form, and only make a few minor adjustments to create his brothers. He sat back down in the seat and started answering all the questions. It was kind of like taking a test, but you didn't have to have the correct answer. It was nice. Iain, on the other hand, felt as if they were asking too personal of questions, and so when the question about their home life came up, he filled the box with his phone number and a wink face. If the woman really wanted to know the answer, he could take her home and at least show her what goes on in his bedroom. ◁
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 9:20 pm
Ⱥmaranth
This was...more stable than the households she had served before, and yet not a house. The Lares Familiares didn't quite understand its purpose and stood with her ear against the wall, trying to hear someone on the other side. There was no noise, there never was, and she let out a sigh. She was lonesome in this room by herself, caught in a gilded cage like a pretty songbird to sing on command. Being bound to a household didn't bother her in the least - it was her purpose, after all, and it was what she wanted. But here there was nothing for her to do except sit and sift through memories best left alone, buried in her mind. The past made for a cold companion and she grew anxious, even a bit distressed, the longer she spent in this cold, empty place. There were other people here, she knew. Sometimes she could hear voices, footsteps down the hall past her door. But no one ever opened hers and she wasn't sure what would happen if they would.
Upon being brought here, the man she'd thought was her new master had told her someone would take her home. That wasn't how things were done, she tried to explain patiently, believing that he simply didn't understand how a creature like her was brought to a home. She had to be called by prayers, by a deep desire, otherwise there was no magic, no connection and she was little more than an empty spirit confined to their land, useless until released and sent to the family she was meant to be with. Caught here, Amaranth was more frustrated than anything else at the moment. Her destined family could be in need of her, could be praying for her help - and this collar, this magic around her, kept her from doing anything! She was nothing more than a mortal in a body like this and her powers sealed. What good could she possibly be to anyone?
She missed Rome. Not the glory of it, not the decadence or the scheming or anything of that nature. No, the creature looking out the window longingly from her perch on the side of the bed, hands folded in her lap, missed the simplicity of her life then. All she had to do was answer the prayers of her family. Suffer the heartbreak when they were destroyed and find the prayers of another growing clan to answer and serve. Once Rome had fallen and the belief in her kind waned, it grew almost impossible to find anyone's prayers to answer, to heed a call and go to them. She was called an angel sometimes, by Christians, a demon by others. A spirit, a ghost, a 'haint' - all sorts of things over the years and none of them she truly understood. Very few people were willing to speak to her, most trying to banish her with water or crosses or prayers. It made no sense to her - didn't she look human? She had a human body, even, but perhaps humans were able to sense there was something off about her? No one had ever let her speak long enough for her to ask, to get an answer why she was frightening them. It was more than frustrating, it was depressing. A Lares Familiares was meant to serve - so what was she supposed to do with no family to serve, no one's prayers to answers, no blessings to bestow? There was no one to offer small prayers of thanks to her, no sacrifices of food and wine and gold. Nothing to use her magic or keep her here.
"Please, Jupiter. Just one family," she whispered, looking at the sky and wondering if the god could even hear her. "Just someone to help and serve. That's all I want. I've earned that, haven't I?" she asked softly, her shoulders drooping a bit. There was never any answer, no matter who she prayed to. Vesta, Diana, Juno - none of them answered anymore. Had believe in them so waned that they had left this world? It was a terrifying thought, to think that she was so alone in this world, and the female didn't want to dwell on it. The sun was bright, it's golden light bathing her, warming her through the dress she wore against the cool fall air. Amaranth slid into modern appearance easily, as her nature was to make her family comfortable with seeing her. The dress appeared modest at first, but sloped down quite low in the back and clung to her every curve. The curls of her hair were pinned up and away from her face, a few stubborn ones falling in her odd-colored eyes. All-in-all, she was attractive, though her appearance was merely to please her family. No one in Rome had wanted an ugly servant, after all, so when she'd taken a human form she had done her best to pick a pleasing one for them to look at. It hadn't seemed to do much good.
Discouraged, Amaranth sighed and hung her head a bit. Perhaps it was hopeless to keep praying to gods that had long since abandoned her, she thought, even as she flinched at the blasphemy of such words. But if there was no one to believe in and pray to her, she wondered...what was going to happen to her next?
"Prayer is not asking.
It is a longing of the soul.
It is daily admission of one's weakness.
It is better in prayer to have a heart without words than words without a heart."
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 10:47 pm
![User Image]() ![User Image]() ![User Image]() ▷ Iain had been forced to leave the desk clerk alone, the cute blonde who was most likely hiding a cute little bottom behind the big chunk of marble and wood. But his brother had pushed him away and told him to go to at least one name on the list. It was something to do while his brother was away. Perhaps in a hotel, he could find someone who was a little too eager to serve him. Iain put the thought to bed, walking down the hall, trying to place names to door numbers. When he realized he had no method to the way he chose to do things, he closed his eyes, and spun in a circle as he walked. He looked like an idiot, but perhaps fate had a better plan in mind. Standing still, he was in front of a plain, white door with a number on it. He didn't care for the number, and he didn't particularly enjoy gold on white, or such colors. It was too clean, too orderly. Well, they had lots of people to keep the hotel clean, if they chose, so white was a nice way to show off just how clean or dirty something was.
Without taking a moment to knock or even give warning, Iain opened the door and found himself standing in the room with a young woman in a green dress, with lush curls pinned to the top of her head. He was too busy wondering if he had made a mistake and found himself in a room that wasn't on his list of possibilities to notice anything much about the girl. Well, if he was in the wrong room, screw it. He could be anywhere he pleased. Iain looked at the girl, this time slowly scanning all of her curves, and assets. He liked her hair the way it was, but she might look better with it all down. Maybe he could find a way to get her to take it down for him. Her curves were well defined in the dress she was wearing, but they blended well, a nice smooth ride from thigh to chest. He almost wanted to touch her to see if she was real. Her skin was like porcelain, and such a thought forced him to cross the space between them and place his hand on her shoulder, first light as a feather, and then just gently. The woman was solid, he was touching her, and that piece of hair was driving him nuts.
"Well, aren't you going to tell me all about yourself? I'm pretty sure that you're the host in this situation." He reached his hand up and brushed the annoying piece of hair away from her face. He didn't mind being this close, and if she started blushing, it would only make him smile. A slap to the face would do the same, but he preferred not to be harmed today. The flight had been scary enough, but he had occupied himself with a stewardess, and afterwards, he had asked if there was any chance that they might crash. Orion didn't know as much, and he was glad. He would never see that woman again, and therefore, no one would ever know that he hated planes. As for the woman standing before him now, he wouldn't give her any hints into his fears or weaknesses. Iain pulled himself away, sitting in one of the chairs, and tossing the papers the desk clerk had given him on the table. He sat with his legs apart, his elbows resting on them as he leaned forward with his hands clasped. He didn't like these chairs. They were meant to look comfortable, but it was all a lie.
"Name's Iain, I've got a twin brother around here somewhere, and there's candy if you want some." Watching the girl had almost made him forget about the bag of candy from the candy shop on the way here, but as he spoke, he placed the bag atop the papers on the table and leaned back in the chair, staring up at her, expectantly. He didn't have a name to place with her face, and he had to wonder if she had been given an ugly name to balance out her looks. A lisp would be something, too. There had to be something obviously wrong with this girl. All women had flaws. The desk clerk was too smiley, like a Barbie doll, and her chest had been surgically inflated. The stewardess wasn't exactly symmetrical everywhere. Maybe Orion would find this one as attractive as he found her. Of course, he could think of a few things he would do with her, that Orion would trade for a game of Scategories or something innocent. ◁
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 11:20 pm
Ⱥmaranth
Lost in her prayers and thoughts, Amaranth hadn't heard the door open. When it had first been explained to her that she would remain here until someone wanted her to serve them in their home, she had watched the door almost constantly, eager in her anticipation and belief that surely it wouldn't be long before someone came. As time passed she'd given up on watching, or even listening to see if someone knocked. Of course, this man hadn't knocked and startled her rather badly. The female jumped when she felt a hand gently touch her shoulder, his thumb brushing over the bare skin near her shoulder blade and looked up with wide eyes. She calmed once she saw him, her body relaxing once more, and the guardian was used to appraising looks. There was something a bit different about the one he was giving her as he sat, but she paid it no mind, a smile appearing on her face when she realized he was going to stay, at least for a while. Her entire face lit up as if she was glowing from within and she turned a bit to face him as he moved, the curl falling back over her temple as if taunting him. Or perhaps daring him to reach forward and brush it back again.
"Oh! You startled me, I didn't hear anyone at the door," she apologized with a small laugh. There was a slight blush on her face, but it was more from embarrassment at being caught by surprise than his closeness. The female was hardly innocent to the ways of men, but when it came to herself - well, before she was too respected to be seen as a woman. When she traveled, she kept to herself and rarely let others see her. It wasn't until recently anyone had looked at her with anything other than curiosity or respect and she had no idea a male would see her as anything other than a vessel for his blessings. "You're right, of course. I am supposed to tell you about myself. My name is Amaranth, but most prefer to call me Amara, or Vivi if you prefer my last name. I am a Lares Familiares," she told him proudly. No, there was no ugly name, no lisp to her worse. A faint accent of a language long dead, but it was slight and hardly detracted from her speech. Her posture was perfectly poised, though not stiff at all. Rather, she was relaxed and seemed genuinely happy to see him - really anyone. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Iain. I haven't met twins in a very long time, I hope to get to meet your brother," she continued cheerfully, wondering if they looked similar or not.
Looking over at the candy curiously, the female tipped her head a bit and decided to decline, unsure what exactly it was. While she ate and enjoyed it, she was still acquiring a taste for human food and was never sure how she would like something. Her gaze returned to the man watching her and she smiled, hands still clasped in her lap. "Oh, you probably don't know what I am," she added apologetically. "I'm a...hrm. A household deity? No." She made a face, not wanting to sound presumptuous. "A guardian. I'm a guardian spirit for a household," she decided with a firm nod, the smile returning to her face. "I'm not a genie, with wishes and the like. I can grant blessings, things someone prayers for and needs," she explained, not sure if it made sense. Her hands spread out on her lap, as if she were balancing the words before saying them and unsure how they were. Her lips pursed slightly as she thought. "It's...been a very long time since I've had a household to serve, I'm afraid I'm not used to people not being familiar with what I am," she concluded, a bit sadly at the end. She looked down at her lap for a moment before turning her gaze up to Iain again.
He wasn't human, she was fairly certain of that. Why, she wasn't sure. Instinct, most likely. Other than that, she had no idea what he could be. And in the end, as she wasn't getting any terrible feelings from him that suggested he was a threat, it didn't matter to her in the least. "I can't do anything now, with this collar, and it isn't like performing tricks. I'd have to have a bond with the land first. It's...an old magic." Amaranth glanced out the window. "What else do you need to know? I know I had to answer questions when I came here, but I don't mind answering any you have for me," she added happily, sounding almost eager. Oh, she wanted a home so badly, a family to serve and love and protect and bless with luck and good fortune, health and happiness and all the things people seemed to forget about nowadays. She wanted someone to need her.
"Prayer is not asking.
It is a longing of the soul.
It is daily admission of one's weakness.
It is better in prayer to have a heart without words than words without a heart."
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 12:14 am
![User Image]() ![User Image]() ![User Image]() ▷ He didn't mind for her apology. He had been the one to just walk right in without notice, and he couldn't have expected her to be standing there just waiting for him to show up. Iain didn't stop her from doing so, and he sort of liked that she was ready to apologize for something she wasn't to blame for. Using her to cover his tracks might work, but she was probably just apologizing because she wanted to seem like a goody-two shoes so she didn't have to stay here. Iain was ready for the possibility of her being the kind to go bolting from the room as soon as he opened the door. He had played enough video games to know that the innocent heroines were sometimes the type to run away. You have to save the woman, while she's running straight towards the evil goblins and monsters, and she can't even hold a sword, let alone fight. Even worse, she was agreeing with him. So this was her flaw, was it? She had to be daft in order to agree with him.
Amara wasn't a bad name, and Iain decided that he kind of liked it, but he wasn't going to promise this girl anything. Not right away. She was already talking about wanting to meet his brother, and he was holding back a few 'chugs', a noise seals make when they are defending territory or something of the sort. There was really no other way for him to explain the sound, and out of water, it sounded more like he was trying to swallow a rock. Doing such a thing might scare this woman off. Iain had only thought to make such a sound because he wanted to talk to her before she met his brother, if she met his brother. "Yeah, looking exactly like someone else is really the cherry on the sundae. If he takes off his stupid glasses, you'd probably just think I changed my clothes. He isn't anything special." Iain didn't change his voice as he spoke. It was nearly monotone, more bored than anything. He didn't sigh or roll his eyes. He had done so too much when he was younger, and now it was just something he refused to do.
Iain dropped his eyes to the table, trying to figure out if his stomach was sick from all the candy. No, he was just tired. Maybe she could keep him from being tired ever again. With the things he did, such a skill was needed. But she left it open for him to ask questions, and the thought fluttered away. "Right, how do you feel about Scots?" He had worked to keep his accent from being noticeable, but it was a difficult task, seeing as how he had never left Scotland before. He hoped he was doing alright. Talking to some of the people on the way here had given him some insight to their accent, and he was trying to copy it, but he was sure that he probably sounded almost English, as opposed to his normal Scottish brogue. There was always the chance that someone hated the Scots, and in which case, he was prepared to get rough.
"Also, do you like the coast, and are you particular to the cold? I'm sure the cold thing won't matter since Orion cranks the heat, but if you were to come home with me, and step outside the house in the middle of the night, you'd better have some sort of robe on you. A big, ugly one, just for good measure." Winking at her, he hoped he got his point across. Big, ugly bathrobes were something that made him hide in his room until the thing disappeared or taking it off the person would improve anything, but bathrobes usually came with face cream or some sort of horrific mask. There was just no way he was going anywhere near something such as that. ◁
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 12:39 am
Ⱥmaranth
His tone of voice made her pause. Was he unhappy? Or was he just here for someone else, maybe? He didn't seem particularly interested in her at all, really, he hadn't even asked her about herself even when she'd tried to explain. Had he even listened to her explanation? Confused more than anything, Amaranth blinked at his sudden questions, unsure how to take them. And completely missing the point of the wink and the mention of a 'big, ugly bathrobe'. Taking a few minutes to think over her answers, she looked away from him in case he didn't like being watched and looked out the window instead. She decided to go for the easy one. The cold, and the coast. "I used to live on the coast, actually, though I'm sure the climate was much different. Warm, I think it's called Italy now? Somewhere there, it was very nice. I like the smell of the sea, it's been a very long time since I've been able to go back," the female admitted, sounding wistful as she thought on it. The waves crashing against the cliffs, the colors the sea could turn in sunlight and storms and under the stars, listening to the ocean birds crying to Neptune for good fishing...
Shaking herself out of her thoughts, Amara continued. "As for cold, I don't feel warmth or cold as humans do. Rather, they aren't as strong for me, so it would have to be very cold indeed for me to be bothered by it. Would you mind if I took walks at night?" she asked curiously, a bit side-tracked at the thought. She wanted to ask what their house was like, but he hadn't seemed to like her asking about his brother, so decided not to speak about anything of that nature for the time being. "I could wear a...a 'big, ugly' bathrobe if you wanted me to, or nothing at all," she told him guilelessly, a small shrug accompanying her words. They were meant to express how the cold wouldn't bother her and nothing more, as was clear from her expression as she met his eyes. There was no hint of innuendo, no slyness or coyness, no blush or shift of her body to invite him further. Thinking on it further, since he'd mentioned the coast, she pursed her lips a bit again. "Um, coast means swimming? I never really learned how, but I wouldn't be worried about drowning, I'm not very susceptible to things like that. So I wouldn't be adverse to going swimming or walking or whatever you would want to do," she continued, trying to be thorough and honest in her answers.
Now the bit that was harder. A slight frown creased her face now and she peered at him, as if trying to discern what he meant by 'Scots'. She knew them as the Picts, the barbarian hoardes her masters had feared and despised, and didn't know what they were called now. Not that she would have cared, the world had changed so much it was dizzying and fairly impossible for the Lares to keep up with what was called what now."Scots..." she mused. "I...actually don't know what you're talking about," she admitted sheepishly. "Are you referring to a race? Or a clan of people? If you're asking if I have prejudices against any particular sect of people, the answer is no. I will happily serve in any household," she told him with a smile, trying to answer as best she could despite not understanding the question. There was a lilt to his voice, she heard it, but obviously had no idea where it was from or even really what it was, save an accent from somewhere. Geography was a definite weak point for Amaranth, considering how often land changed hands and names and kings and rulers and boundaries shifted. She had no idea what was what and for her, it didn't really matter anyway.
Lacing her fingers together on her knee, she tipped her head a bit to look at him. "What sort of things would you want me to do? A Lares Familiares will do anything for her family," she told him innocently. Despite her lack of knowledge on what men might make her do, Amaranth was telling the truth. If someone prayed for something enough, she would have to do it, even if she didn't want to. She was bound to the prayers and the magic and in the end wouldn't have a choice in the matter. "I'm not very good at domestic things, though, I can't cook and I could try to clean," she offered, wanting to be honest. "I'm afraid I'm talking too much, Iain. I'm sorry, it's been some time since I've had company and I'm afraid my tongue sort of runs away with me." Her apology was accompanied by a small smile, one that was a bit hesitant, unsure how he would take it.
"Prayer is not asking.
It is a longing of the soul.
It is daily admission of one's weakness.
It is better in prayer to have a heart without words than words without a heart."
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 10:58 am
![User Image]() ![User Image]() ![User Image]() ▷ Iain gave a slight smile at her mention of not having been able to go to the coast in a while. He could never dream of leaving the coast. His home was only a short walk away from the human house he lived in now. If anyone were to ever tell him that he couldn't see the ocean ever again, he would beg his brother for him skin back and he would return to the ocean beforehand. A couple of decades in the ocean were better than centuries on land without any way to see the water. She mentioned night walks, which was followed by her saying something about not wearing anything on these night walks. His eyes had been glued to the table, his mind a million miles away, but as soon as she said something about being naked, his quickly drew his eyes to her, and gave her a slow scan. Iain stood up, making his way to her, slowly pacing back and forth, and leaning down close to her ear as he spoke. "With curves like yours, feel free to wear whatever you wish, whenever you wish, be it a dress, a maid uniform, or not a single stitch. I kind of like the idea of a maid uniform." He smiled, standing erect once more. His twin would never go for it, but Iain wished Orion found a woman built such as Amara to bring home, and the two women could roam around the house in too short maid costumes, waving around feather dusters, and giggling over something. It was something he would surely like to see.
"How do you not know what Scots are? I think you nearly have an unfair advantage here. I know a bit about what you are, a few things here and there that I never thought was useful to know before, but you don't know about the Scottish. We're highlanders, North of Britain, or England, as some say. We wear kilts and eat haggis, all while tossing logs. If you're lucky, you can find someone playing the bagpipes. If you're really lucky, you can hit the sop on the head with a rock to silence the racket." Iain smiled, thinking how funny it would be to take up the bagpipes himself. Trying to make them fit into some sort of rock band would be horrendous, but if someone could find a way to make them sound better, he wouldn't mind the times he had been forced to listen to his neighbors play. He kept his eyes nearly glued to her, blinking normally so that he didn't look like a goof staring at her. Amara was very beautiful and it was hard to look at her and those scotch colored eyes. She seemed to have a lot in there, and the full force of her eyes were almost intoxicating.
She wanted to know what he would want her to do if he brought her home with the twins. There was definitely something he wanted her to do, but he wasn't as twisted as to buy someone for that purpose. Perhaps one day, she would want to, or if not, he could easily find someone else who would. Iain shrugged. "Cleaning and cooking isn't really required. My brother and I are fairly clean, and Orion at least cooks dinner. As far as what you would actually be doing, you'd have to ask Orion, but I honestly think he just wants someone else in the house to keep us company. Five hundred some odd years is lonesome when you spend all that time with your brother, I guess." He dropped his eyes to the floor, careful not to drop his face and make her think he was sad. He wasn't, and if she started crying, he really wouldn't be able to stop himself. "Oh, I almost forgot. Do you cry much?" It was a question his twin had asked him to keep in mind. Neither one wanted the four letter R word to happen within their home, and so this question was the key to vital information, more to protect the woman, than themselves. Iain would have to tell her why, but it was challenging to have someone attractive in front of you, and having to ward them away from accidentally having an encounter with you. Iain very much liked the opposite idea, but even he had never done anything to a woman she didn't want.
"The thing is, my brother and I are Selkie males, which means if you do cry, the sixth tear better be the end of it. Actually, I'd prefer if you didn't cry at all, but I can't hope that'd be the case." Iain sat down beside her, his slender fingers lightly gripping the edge of the bed as he thought about. One tear was fine, two were okay. The fifth one was enough to make him toss and turn all night, and the sixth was pure torment. He was almost threatening with his words, and he knew it, but he had to make sure she knew just how serious he was about the whole crying thing. If at any moment she cried in front of both boys, and the seventh tear fell, the two probably wouldn't fight over who she belonged to, and instead would just do what they were being told to do. There would be nothing to stop them, and so she would be defenseless against such an attack. ◁
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 11:26 am
Ⱥmaranth
Innocent, Amara didn't understand what he meant about a maid uniform or anything like that and simply looked at him in confusion. All she understood from his words was that he wouldn't care what she wore and she interpreted that as he was easy-going and wouldn't mind her being comfortable. As he explained what Scots were, she listened intently and took every word he said quite seriously. As he explained where they were, a look of understanding dawned on her face and she nodded, to show she at least had a better idea than before of what he was talking about. Why she would care if he was Scottish, the female still didn't know, but since she obviously didn't she assumed that was the answer he wanted. As she listened to him explain what they wanted her for, she brightened and could have hugged when when he said they wanted someone for company. Oh, that would be perfect and he didn't even realize it! A lonesome household would be sure to have many prayers for her to answer and she had plenty of blessings to make them happy. It would be perfect - and as she realized that Amaranth did her best not to get her hopes up, not wanting to be disappointed. He still didn't seem like he was going to take her home, instead merely answering her questions to be polite, and she worried he would get up and leave and she would remain here by herself again.
She turned slightly towards him as he sat down on the bed and looked confused at the question about crying. Maybe she had cried once or twice, but never very much. At the mention of them being Selkie males, her expression was still blank. The female was familiar with that sort of creature, but she had no idea what her crying seven tears had to do with it, or why he sounded so angry. Looking down, she saw his fingers gripping the edge of the bit a bit more than necessary and she frowned slightly, concerned. "No, I don't cry much at all," Amaranth told him honestly, her gaze returning back up to his face after she answered. "I'll do my best not to bother you or upset you. If you do bring me home, that is. I'm supposed to make my family happy, so being sad wouldn't be much use," she remarked with a faint smile up at him. There wasn't much that could make the Lares cry, after all, she wasn't nearly as human or emotional as she appeared to be. She'd never suffered from the sort of heartbreak that would make her sob - only once, and that had been the first and last time she'd ever felt like that.
The last thing she wanted was to stay here, but Amaranth wasn't about to beg him. For one thing, that would most likely just annoy him from his behavior so far. And for another, she was too proud, and the magic simply couldn't work like that. A family had to be willing to accept her in their household for her to be able to bond with them, or else she was just an aimless spirit, useless and waiting to be called elsewhere. She had been able to figure out a few things about him just from speaking to him - they lived on the coast, obviously. He and his twin brother were close, and maybe he wasn't that happy about getting someone, since he'd mentioned that it was his twin - Orion, she thought - that was the one who wanted someone for company. Was he looking at someone else, then? Maybe Iain was here just to waste time until his brother was done and that thought made her privately flinch. She wanted so bad to have a home and family. But she would just have to accept whatever decision he reached with dignity. It wasn't as if she had much of a choice, after all, not in a place like this. She wasn't able to go out and seek her own family anymore, not in a world like this when there were no prayers to answer.
"Do you not want someone in your home?" Amaranth asked him hesitantly, her tone soft as she looked up at him. Perhaps it would be best to just ask and see what he told her, rather than assume the worst of things, she told herself. "I mean, it's just that you said your brother is the one who wants company. I wouldn't want to be a bother to you or an annoyance if that was the case," she continued. She gave him a small smile, one that she hoped showed she wasn't laughing at him or making fun of him, or even hinting that he should bring her home. All she wanted was to make him smile, since he looked so solemn and severe right now.
"Prayer is not asking.
It is a longing of the soul.
It is daily admission of one's weakness.
It is better in prayer to have a heart without words than words without a heart."
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 1:57 pm
![User Image]() ![User Image]() ![User Image]() ▷ Iain lightly shook his head at her question about not wanting someone in his home. He didn't care either way. If it was up to him, he would probably just tell Orion no, and that would be the end of it, but the little weasel had pestered him about it, and gotten the answer he was looking for when keeping his brother preoccupied with other thoughts that worked better when it was simply the two of them. He gave a soft shrug before he answered. "I don't really mind having other people in the house, it doesn't really affect me, since you don't clean, so you won't be snooping around my room or anything. I'm just used to being with my brother, and only being in the presence of a woman when I choose to be, so having someone like you in the house is going to be a temptation I can't promise I'll ignore." He looked at her as he spoke, not wanting her to feel as if the carpet was more interesting to look at than her. Quite the opposite, really. If he hadn't planned on taking her home, he would be all over her, whispering in her ear all the things he wanted to do, and the bed would be used as more than just a seat for them now. Iain let his back fall upon it, looking up at the ceiling to see if there were any shapes up there. He usually found a face of some sort, and when he did, he lost the thought to fix his shirt, that was now exposing the space between his bellybutton and the beginning of his pants. It wasn't as I she could see anything less than decent, so he wasn't at all worried about the bit of skin showing.
"My brother was simply the one to come up with the idea of bringing company home, but if I take you home, and you'd prefer to be away from us, I don't expect you to stay. I don't care what you do, so if I'm not at the house, just do whatever you want. Tie my brother up in the closet, if you wish." He smiled at the image of coming home one evening to find Amara reading a book, and opening the closet to put his coat away only to find his brother bound and gagged sitting in the closet. The poor schmuck would deserve it to for making him bring someone else into the house. There was no point. No one needed to cook or clean, and he felt that the two were company enough, but Orion had wanted more, and Iain was willing to give him such, but he wasn't above asking for something more in return. After all, he had left Scotland for the first time in nearly six hundred years, and he was here, talking to this woman without trying to lure her into bed, despite them being on one now.
Making her family happy was a crock. People could pray for anything, and never be truly happy. He had a nice car, he was in a woman's bed nearly every night, and his brother was always near by, and yet, he had never been truly happy. He had tons of money, and he could go wherever he wished. Right now, he was talking to an enticing woman, and yet, all his smiles were devilishly handsome and meant as a flirtation technique. Being a seal again would be nothing to him, so that rarely even popped in his mind. Perhaps if he actually did something with his existence, he might find some happiness. He didn't need someone to bless him, or give him luck. He could do it all on his own, but he didn't want to. What was there to do? If he became famous, people would realize that he hadn't aged a day over twenty-three, and then he would be chased by labs and such. Iain didn't see any other way to make something of himself, so the only thing that really mattered to him was knowing that he was the brother of Orion.
Iain spotted the face of a goblin on the ceiling and wondered if Amara had ever noticed it watching her. Probably not, his imagination sometimes ran wild. "Alright, you are definitely going home with me, so you don't have to be so polite and proper. You can hop around the room like a crazy woman or start asking me to believe that you are truly what you say you are. I do believe, but I highly doubt that I'll ask you for anything. I'm handsome, I have money, and I've never been in need of anything, but you could probably help Orion out. He's got a few dreams he's been clinging to. Whomever he's bringing home will probably ask you for things too, if possible." He gave a slight shrug of his shoulders, causing his shirt to rise up a little bit more. The shrug felt awkward being that he was lying down as he did so. It was like trying to scratch one's back on a tree. ◁
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 3:28 pm
Ⱥmaranth
Once more his flirtatious words went over her head and she was unsure what he meant by her being a temptation. Looking down at him as he flopped down onto his back, she listened to his words and was surprised when he said she wouldn't have to stay if she didn't want to. Well, it wasn't as if she'd have somewhere else to go and she couldn't see herself wanting to leave unless they were terrible people. A smile appeared on her lips and she laughed a bit when he mentioned tying his brother up in the closet. It was such a silly sort of sibling thing to do and she was honestly amused by it. She just didn't want this man to resent her by being in their home and wishing her gone. That would be...complicated for the Lares, especially if one wished her to stay and the other wanted her to leave. The magic would pull at her, push at her, and she'd hardly be able to move for the pain. So her wanting him to actually want her there was for a partly-selfish reason - she couldn't bond with a family if they wouldn't accept her. She absently brushed the curl away from her temple, one of the pins poking her scalp uncomfortably. Amaranth reached around to adjust it with a sigh. One would think after so many years of using them, she'd know how not to scalp herself, she thought with a mental grumble.
If she had known how he truly felt about what she was, she would have been beyond hurt. Amaranth never lied and all she wanted was to find a family and make them happy, to please them. Even she could see the man next to her wasn't honestly happy, wasn't content, no matter what he had. People always thought of material things when they listed why they were happy and didn't need her - as he did as well. As if she was some sort of genie that would bring them money and fame and good looks. They never understood what she was, what she could do, and it made her long for Rome and the ancient days when they believed in her. No wonder she was stuck in a human body, she thought. Was she fading away like the old gods, with no one to believe in her, no magic to bind her to anything? The thought was alarming and distracted her for a moment. When she realized he'd said she was going home with him, though, her entire expression changed. It was almost pathetic, how grateful she looked, but there were no tears in her eyes. Instead she let out a soft sigh and reached down to hug him, even if it was a bit awkward with him laying there like that.
"Thank you. I promise I'll be good," she told him, sitting up and smiling widely. Her demeanor didn't change otherwise - she didn't start acting crude or mean, didn't slouch, her manner of speech didn't change. Amaranth hadn't been putting on some act to get him to buy her, at least. She wanted to correct him, to tell him that having material things wasn't what she meant when she spoke of making a family happy, but she had a feeling he might get annoyed. At the very least, he probably wouldn't listen to her. So she stayed silent on that fact. "And I would ask you to believe that I am what I say I am, but I understand how things work these days. People can only believe what they can see," she replied, her smile slightly sad at the thought. She tugged at her collar, wanting it off, but knew she had to wait until she left. That had been explained to her when she got there. They weren't cruel to her here and if there wasn't so much magic, she'd try to give them a blessing as she left. But the last thing she wanted to do was hurt someone here because of something that might happen with the two magics twisting, so she'd merely wish the other slaves luck. Smiling happily, the Lares looked down at him after glancing out the window for a moment. She was more than excited to see their home, what it looked like, what the ocean looked like. Oh, she was more than excited to be by the sea again, cliffs, and now that she knew she would get to see them a dreamy expression came over her face as she pictured the ones from her memory.
Her gaze was looking at him, but it was clear she wasn't seeing him, was seeing things deep in her mind. "Have you ever gone cliff diving?" Amaranth asked him softly, recalling when she had. It was before she'd had an actual body, so it had been a bit different, but still. "I felt like I was flying." Returning to the present, she laughed again, clearly happy. There was nothing here to take with her, she had nothing of her own, so there was no rush to pack or get her things together. She was content with sitting there as long as he wanted to - he was her family now and what he wanted, she would do. "Is Scotland very large? Is it green? I remember one of my masters saying it was rugged and green, with mountains and hills and more trees than you could ever imagine to see," she told him eagerly. "How do you get there from here? Are we walking?" she asked him curiously, looking down at him as the curl escaped again, this time falling over the corner of her eye.
"Prayer is not asking.
It is a longing of the soul.
It is daily admission of one's weakness.
It is better in prayer to have a heart without words than words without a heart."
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 5:12 pm
![User Image]() ![User Image]() ![User Image]() ▷ Iain had been surprised by the hug, not even having time to register what had just happened as she sat back up. He laid there for a moment and then sat up himself, trying to decide if he liked the hug or if she had just invaded his space and left any perfume on him. He didn't want to smell like a woman. No one hugged him, and to have someone do so made him feel as if someone had just stripped him naked in a crowd angry bears. It was strange for him. "I believe in things I can't see. I don't always trust it, but I believe it. So far, I've managed to stay away from crying women, so I've never experienced jumping a woman for crying, and I've never seen anyone else do it. I still think it could happen, though." He wasn't going to mention that people believed in a god they couldn't be sure even existed. It was all a game of chance, and when they landed on a lucky spot, they thanked something they foolishly thought existed. Imaginary friends and such in the sky.
Iain was caught off guard by her question about cliff diving. He shook his head at her question. "Orion made me promise I would never jump into the water from a high place unless someone was drowning. He's a bit paranoid." He bit his lower lip, watching the strand of hair fall in her face again as she went about asking about his homeland. He considered finding a pair of scissors and cutting the rebellious piece so it was too short to be in her face. He gave a soft grunted laugh as she asked about walking to Scotland. She really had no idea, did she? "Scotland is quite large, but small in comparison to a lot of other countries. It's less than half the size of Italy, but England is to the south, so the whole island in bigger than Italy. We live near the highlands, so there are a ton of trees everywhere. I guess if you want to bless the lumberjacks or something, there are plenty there to ask not to be crushed by a tree." He shrugged at the thought. Could she bless other people like that? Iain didn't know, but she would probably correct him sooner or later. He didn't mind being wrong.
"As for how we are going to get there, you aren't afraid of heights or airplanes, are you?" He cocked a brow at her, before becoming really pissed at the hair in her face. Reaching up, he pulled a few pins from the front of her hair and repined them so that they held the hair out of her face, careful not to scrape the little pins against her scalp. Iain had helped Orion pin his hair under a wig cap too many times to run the risk of harming someone with a bobby pin. He had used a few of the pins in his own hair before, but he found the uncomfortable and decided that if he felt the need to pull his hair from his face, he would cut it or tie a bandana around his forehead like some rocker or something. There was no reason he should find to use any sort of product in his hair, except for the marshmallow texture cream his brother forced him to use so he didn't walk around with bedhead. He hadn't put any in today, too tired to fuss with his looks. ◁
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 10:30 pm
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If patience is worth anything, it must endure to the end of time. And a living faith will last in the midst of the blackest storm. abdiel jasiekx۰ ۰ ۰ It wasn't a name he recognized, of course, but it was such a harsh sounding word! Very similar to "stone". Except a 'c' had a harsher sound than the 't'. It was strange how things worked as it did. It was a soft, innocent little treat with a delicious taste but with a name that sounded harsh on his ears. As always, things were four dimensional if you were wise enough to actually look for it. She was a fascinating person though not very much like a scone. More like... ice cream. Ice cream was very good. Though the cartons were too small to actually let you enjoy it! Where in the world had he been going with this? His eyes brightened as his thoughts quickly snapped to a different topic. "If you can make them, that's wonderful. I think would like another if you ever made them again." He tapped his cheek thoughtfully. "I haven't tried a lot of things and food is very good. I've only really needed it until recently." It wasn't as if he was hiding who he was. It had just never come up! If she could sense his true presence or not depended on her. Some people saw it naturally, others never did. There were those who were a slightly larger group than those who could who had to warm up to it. No one was set in stone and were always able to change. Did it not show greater virtue to be able to overcome ones darkness than to already be one of goodness? And she was a good baker so it was all good. That made everything alright, then. There it went again. Perhaps his body didn't react well to food and he was going mad.
His eyes quickly took note of that pleased smile on her lips even if she tried to hide it by tilting her head down near to her chest. His own face softened, the child-like air he was emitting changing for a moment to an almost completely different man. He enjoyed the sensation her happiness brought. It always seemed to lighten the room and lessen tension when people were able to exchange smiles. Especially her. She had a lovely smile. When the conversation change, though, it was gone to be replaced by something far more similar to what was just before. This was a more serious conversation even if they spoke without formality! She touched her hand to her breast with an apologetic smile and he dipped his head awkwardly. He wasn't exactly sure how to respond to that. Though he had certainly warmed up to her. He liked her, she did not react to him badly and looked genuine in what she revealed to him. He couldn't help the flicker of mischievous pleasure when she jumped at their sudden contact. He didn't feel at all bad for startling her.
"I agree," he said at last with a pleased smile when she touched his hands and agreed that touch was a good way to get feelings across. Her thumb that stroked the back of his hand was soothing, motherly in nature. Even if she did not intend to, she was revealing the motherly instincts that he was looking for in a woman to help him. Not just in the day-to-day but in interacting with the children. If she could be a motherly figure, that would make her all the more important. Not to say she would become a mother in any sort of way or a substitute for a mother. He knew very well the importance of a mother. He had one of his own. Sort of.
Her explanation made total sense to him. She stared wistfully at her hands after she finished talking so he took that opportunity to put in his two cents. "I understand. You are as I except temporal." His head cocked to the side, that soft smile returning to his lips as his eyes watched her down-turned face. "A spirit of the world rather than the eternity." A tiny bit of a complex idea but pretty understandable at face value. He had a way of taking complex ideas and making them simple. It make things easier to understand. Which proved true when he spoke to her again about the children. He waited until she had finished talking but didn't right away address her question. Instead, he focused on her first words about the children.
"Indeed... children are the embodiment of the entirety of the spirit of mankind," his voice was as distant as his eyes had become, as if seeing something just beyond her. "Creatures that destroy not only what is around them but each other. Violent, destructive, hateful, but such beautiful beings. Innocent children with the capability of so many beautiful things beyond more than they could possibly imagine. The desire to love and be loved, create and progress to a bright future where they overcome their own crippling weaknesses - weaknesses that become strength. All they need is to find it in themselves with a little push in the right direction by a guiding hand." He blinked and returned his gaze to her without losing his smile. His eyes were no longer distant now but curious. "And the right of freedom and opportunity against that that would chain them back." He laughed and clasped his hands together tightly. "Though we children are so precious. They are the ones who become the future and their innocence allows them to believe without having to be convinced. What we need are those who can trust and love like children, don't you think?"
He leaned forward as she squeezed his hands, smile now pleased. "He is my adoptive grandfather. I promised him I would take over where he left off. He lived for charity, a very good and selfless man. He died before he could finish his latest project. I want to finish it. A school for those who couldn't otherwise go to one! The orphans and those from under-privileged homes. It will be a refuge for learning and play. Oh, and for food to eat, and of course support. The building and playground aren't finished yet and that needs to be done first. Would you be interested in helping me in this?" He was obviously very excited about it.
Faith is a knowledge within the heart, beyond the reach of proof. •
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Posted: Wed Sep 04, 2013 9:36 am
x x w a f f l e s x x w a f f l e s x xxxxEirawen didn't need telling twice. Even before she'd told Abdiel what scones were, the woman had already planned to make them for him upon seeing the reaction to tasting them. Now that she knew he really did want her to make them, it perked her up a little. Eira liked to bake, houses always smelt so good with freshly baked goods sending their smells wafting through the place. Children liked scones and cookies too, and the Ice Maiden knew some surprisingly healthy treats from her native lands that would surely delight children. Oh, there it was, her motherly side taking over again. Honestly, Eira couldn't help it, it was just a part of her. She had been made to bring snow, ice and cold weather wherever she lived, but just because she was essentially a being that had to exist alone, didn't mean she couldn't care. The winter animals needed her, the winter flora that needed frosts and chills that she brought with her presence all depended on her gentle and caring instincts. If she wasn't motherly, then these flora and fauna wouldn't survive. Humans wouldn't have powdery snow to play in, and she wouldn't get to see the delighted faces of the children playing happily in the snowflakes she'd created.
xxxSpacing off just a little bit, when he agreed that touch was best, her mind was quickly brought back into reality. His use of the word temporal had stunned her slightly, as it had not been used to describe her being in a long time. When he delved further into it briefly, the woman couldn't help but feel a little bit awed. He'd put it so... Simply. She was indeed a more worldly being than an eternal one, which made her study Abdiel just that little bit more. Using the comparative 'eternity', Eirawen had reason to believe that Abdiel was something much more than he initially seemed. She could sense something that made him different, and not just thanks to the little hints he kept dropping here and there. He was new to living on Earth, that much was easily pieced together, so had he come from a much purer realm than this one?
xxxHis eyes became wistful and he decided to comment on the children mentioned earlier, and Eira sat in silence. He spoke of them with a deep understanding that came from more spiritual beings, rather than more Earthbound ones like herself. It was like he could see further into them than others could, see a deeper side to the children than any mere mortal. His words were beautiful, and Eira found herself somewhat lost in them, until his gaze became less distant and he became focussed on her again. Smiling warmly, she couldn't help but believe him. Abdiel was right in so many ways, and the way he spoke was simply drawing her towards him more. If she wasn't asked to leave with him today, why, Eira was sure her heart would break. She wanted to come help this man out, and to meet these children he spoke so fondly of. How he came to meet them and how he was involved with them she was sure she'd eventually find out, but for now she was content with helping him simply live day to day.
xxxTaking up his hands while he had spoken so fondly of the children, Eira found herself a little stunned by Abdiel finally answering her question. So the grandfather in question was a kind and selfless man? Oh how darling. But what really caught her attention was the work that Abdiel planned to continue in that man's name. If she had a free hand, she would have touched it to her heart again, feeling utterly moved. Yes, this man truly was a good man in every aspect, and the white aura that seemed to surround him was beginning to make sense. He was definitely spiritual and pure in heart, mind and soul. A man she would be happy to help and even serve. Perking up noticeably as he asked if she would be interested in helping him out, Eira found it hard not to blurt out a "yes!" without sounding far too eager. Realising just how eager she had sounded, a blush came to her cheeks and letting go of Abdiel's hands, she clasped her own to her mouth. Looking shocked for a second, a chuckle soon escaped the woman, which turned into an embarrassed but merry laugh. "I'm sorry if I sounded too excited there, but... You just seem so excited about continuing the work of your grandfather, I can't help but feel excited too." Smiling with a little chuckle, she shrugged her shoulders in a sweet little way of showing she was quite happy with this idea, and with the prospect of seeing his mountain home.
xxxIt might have been silly to get her hopes up just moments ago, but now she had good reason to. Abdiel, the man with the pure aura surrounding him, had just asked if she would help him reach his dream. Never having a dream of her own (creating beautiful snowflakes for people to enjoy was her idea of happiness), it was almost an honour to be asked to help someone realise their own. At least for now he wouldn't have to worry about clothing her, that was taken care of. Besides, the woman wasn't totally against taking the used shower products with her as well, why let them go to waste? She'd barely used the large bottles of shampoo, conditioner and shower gel, and the bubble bath had only been used once. It would be a shame if someone threw all these away, an utter waste. Not to mention the effect it would have on the environment! Managing to keep her focus on Abdiel and not totally on claiming what was now hers in the room, Eira waited quietly for Abdiel's next words or actions. The woman was rather accustomed to what happened from this point on, and she knew a guard would be waiting to escort them back down to the entrance area, so at least that part was a weight off her shoulders; she had no idea how to get down there in the first place so leading Abdiel would have been like... Well, the blind leading the blind, to put it bluntly.
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Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: { The Hotel of Slaves }
Ｃｏｍｐａｎｙ: { a man called Abdiel }
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