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 Posted: Fri Sep 06, 2013 10:46 am
Ⱥmaranth
Before she could ask what an airplane was, he'd reached forward and was messing with her hair. Amaranth obediently sat still, not pulling away from him in the slightest, and let him do what he wanted. She'd never had anyone fuss over her looks before, to be honest, so wasn't sure exactly why he was doing it or what he was doing to start with, other than messing with her hairpins. When he moved back and the piece of hair didn't fall back into her eyes again, she gave him a small smile. "Thank you. I usually wear my hair down, so I'm not very good at pinning it. I was told people like a woman's hair up, so I thought..." The female trailed off, shrugging just a touch. She thought if she made herself into what people wanted nowadays, someone would take her home. Well, Iain was taking her home, that was true, but she doubted it had anything to do with how she'd done her hair. Part of her wanted to reach back and just undo all the pins completely, but then she thought he might be mad, since he'd just redone them for her. So she gave him a small smile, reflexively going to brush it out of her way before pausing and laughing at herself a little bit, flushing in embarrassment. It was easy for the spirit to laugh at herself, as she just didn't take herself all that seriously.
"I can only bless those in my household on my own," she told him, not sure if he was being sarcastic about blessing the lumberjacks or not. "The only way I can bless those not in my bond is if one of my household asks me to. I'm very limited in my abilites, at least when it comes to whom I can use them on," she admitted. "Of course, it didn't used to be like that. When I was born and served the Etruscans, then the Romans, families were very, very large. There was always someone praying, asking for this or for that, making an offering of some sort to gain favor...now people just don't have household spirits, and they don't have large families," she said, sounding a little sad that such was the case. She missed hearing the voices, seeing people grow up and change, start new lives, all in the warm circle of the home and family they grew up in. Things were never perfect, of course, but it had seemed like it then. And it still did, sometimes, when she was lonely enough to want to go back in time and live there again. Shaking herself a bit, Amaranth looked over at him sheepishly, as if apologetic that she'd gone off into her memories when he was right there. "I'm sorry, that was rude, to just ramble like that," she apologized. She was still so unsure what he liked, what made him happy or angry. And if he didn't want anyone there, why was he making the decision to bring her home? That question still nagged at her.
Returning her mind to the subject at hand, Amaranth absently adjusted the sleeves on her gown. They were snug and went almost to her knuckles, so she tugged on them a bit. "I don't think I'm afraid of heights, no. But...what is an airplane?" she asked him in confusion, peering at him as if she could divine an answer from looking at his eyes. For all her traveling, she was surprisingly ignorant about modern inventions, if only because she simply had no need for them. There was really no reason for a household deity to adjust and learn about modern conveniences, after all, especially when she had no household to concern herself with. She ran her finger absently between her neck and collar, looking forward to having it taken off. If he did. "Um, you were going to take this off when we left, right?" she asked him hesitantly, suddenly a bit concerned that he might leave it on. Humans always liked to mark their property and a collar was certainly the easiest way, at least it seemed to be now. Dogs and cats wore them, she saw.
"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: Fri Sep 06, 2013 2:31 pm
![User Image]() ![User Image]()  ![User Image]() ▷ Iain sighed heavily at her statement of wearing her hair up because people preferred a woman to have her hair in such a way. He didn't care what others thought, and this wasn't the 1940s anymore. She didn't have to do what men asked, other than if they were to bring her home as a slave, and the way he saw it, she would do what he asked because she didn't mind doing it, not because he had asked. "If you want your hair down," He began as he set forth removing pin after pin from her hair and placing them on the bed beside her. "Then wear it down. Men don't have power over everything, especially when it comes to what women do with themselves." At the last pin, he ran his fingers loosely through her hair, well aware of how queer he might look fixing a woman's hair. It wasn't something he did often, but he had been dying to know what she looked like with her hair down, and right now, he was liking it better than the twist she had pinned up. Iain fought the urge to do what he did with most women he had alone, on a bed, with her hair down. There was no reason for him to nuzzle the hollow of her neck, but he wanted to. It was an instinct he had built up over the centuries, and he was nearly choking himself as he reigned the urge into submission.
Listening to her go on about her limitations, and the life she had lived before, Iain had a hard time peeling his eyes away from her hair. It was like silk, spilling down her back. He wanted to grab it, twist it around his hand, and give it a tug, but she wasn't his toy, and he only wanted to bed her. With the pearl nearly a flashing beacon on her collar, he knew better than to try anything. Iain had to wonder, though, how after all these centuries, with a body such as hers, how she was able to wear a pearl. Surely, she must be a strong willed woman, or perhaps no one had thought to piss off a Lares Familiares by giving her a tumble and not committing to her. The thought burned his mind like a hot poker. Now he was screwed as far as Amara went, but not in the way that he wished to be.
At her question, he gave pause. Was there a way to explain an airplane? He thought to give it a go anyway. "An airplane was originally a thought of Da Vinci's, but without the resources, the invention wasn't built until the late 1800s, I believe, by the Wright brothers. Basically, today it is a giant metal tube with wings, that carries hundreds of passengers through the air. It's much faster than a car or train, but it goes very high up, and most people worry about it stalling and crashing to the ground. That's the best way I can explain it. It's nothing to be afraid of, otherwise I wouldn't have gone on it." Iain was aware of her eyes on his, and he moved his gaze from her hair, only to settle it on the soft caress of her fingers on her slender neck. He suddenly felt the need to adjust something, but with his tight jeans on, it wasn't noticeable unless she touched his upper thigh. "If I wanted to keep you in a collar, I would have you in something more appealing than that." He motioned to her overall outfit, both dress and collar, but she would probably think he was simply talking about the collar. ◁
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Posted: Fri Sep 06, 2013 2:49 pm
Ⱥmaranth
Amaranth looked up at him curiously as he began to remove the pins from her hair, curious why he was doing it. At his words about men not having power over women, she blinked, more than confused. She had been born in an age where women were not as constrained as they were later in life, yes, but they certainly were not by any means free from men or their desires. So to hear someone say that was odd and she wasn't sure. Her eyes closed a bit as he ran his fingers through the length of her hair, the curls tumbling down almost to her hip. It was a soothing gesture and one she attributed to a mother doing to soothe a child, to calm them, rather than a lover's touch. The Lares had no idea the affect she was having on him and might have been more curious than anything if she did. Her strong will, or lack thereof, wasn't the reason for the pearl she now wore. It was the fact that when she was a household spirit and people knew what she was, they simply didn't see her in that light. She hadn't had a human body then. By the time she did have one, she kept to herself. Perhaps it had been luck, or fate, that no one had caught her unawares, but such was the case. Those who knew what she was respected her too much to try anything, like the sorcerer who had called her in the first place, and those who didn't, didn't see her at all. It was simply the way things were.
But that didn't mean she was ignorant of love, or lust. How many times had someone come to her, praying for a child, for love, for the man or woman they loved to notice them? For blessings on their marriage and their bed, for fertility - for all of it. She watched people grow and age, give birth and die, and the cycle continue. What was the mystery to her was what happened between lovers in a bed, the exact act itself. And Amara would be the first to admit she was curious to find out, if only so she would better understand those she served. The opportunity had never come up, though. Her thoughts returned to the present as he began to try to explain about airplanes. Much of what he said didn't make sense to her - let alone a tube flying in the air - but she did understand the general concept of what it was. Another traveling thing, invented by humans then. Something that went up in the air...it was marvelous to her, considering she had watched men dream of flying since the age of Gods and Olympus. Amaranth nodded, to show she was listening to him, not noticing he was fixated on her hair. She gave the collar one last hopeful tug, knowing it would never come off in this place, and sighed as she returned her hand to her lap.
At his words that he would take it off - or rather, how she interpreted his words - she brightened visibly. "Oh, I'm so glad! I hate wearing it, it doesn't hurt, exactly, but it keeps all my magic away. It's like I can't quite catch my breath, almost," Amaranth explained with visible frustration on her features for a moment before sighing in resignation. She was eager to leave and see her home, and her other family members now to serve, but Iain didn't seem in a rush to leave and she was more than content to do whatever pleased him. Adjusting herself on the bed and bringing her legs up along her side, the skirt riding up a bit to expose her calves, the Lares absently began to braid some of her hair over her shoulder. "I won't worry about something if you say it's all right," the Lares told him cheerfully, giving him a smile that made it clear she already had absolute trust in him, despite knowing so little about him.
"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: Fri Sep 06, 2013 6:25 pm
![User Image]() ![User Image]() ![User Image]() ▷ Iain was distracting his thoughts, busying himself with the idea of counting how many steps he had taken since he had opened the door to the room. It didn't help much since one step had brought about an innuendo, and the scan of her features. He could busy himself with the run down of this morning, except his whole day had seemingly been filled with enough to stop him from boring himself to death. He could barely remember anything that happened yesterday after he downed a bottle of vodka, only to make his brother angry. Apparently, something had happened though, since Iain had been aware of his brother sneaking out of his bed this morning. He had posed as an Irish man last night, slept like a Roman, and was burying his Scottish accent with every word. Iain knew he had to find something to do with his life, but it seemed to be going alright so far. He had someone to cook and clean for him, someone to talk to when he wanted, and he never spent a night alone. Without his brother, Iain would probably give in and learn to do something, but since neither of the brothers were going anywhere soon, he figured there was nothing of urgency he needed to do.
Upon her pulling up her legs to get more comfortable where she was, and braiding her hair, Iain thought he might give her a moment before taking her out of the room. At the same time, he didn't know where Orion was at the moment, not that it mattered since they agreed to meet in the lobby when they had found someone. He had almost thought to jokingly compare the collar to underwear. He hated wearing it, it didn't hurt, either, and it kept his 'magic' away as well. Plus, when it was off, he didn't let anyone catch their breath. Had he said anything about it, she might have ignored it, as she did to his other innuendos and such, or she might be smart enough to slap him. Iain didn't enjoy women hitting him, and when they did, he barked at them, and made it very clear that they should never do it again. He didn't hit them in return or bring them any more harm than perhaps a slightly sore wrist from his grasp. He wasn't a violent man, but he wasn't exactly all about peace and love, either.
"When you're ready, we can leave. We just have to wait for Orion in the lobby." He didn't look at her when he spoke, trying not to let his gaze fall upon the way her hair moved as she wrapped one section around the other. For some reason, Iain was physically drawn to women with long hair. Perhaps it was the way that it poured down their backs, or maybe it was the more appealing idea of how it laid out beneath the woman as she was in bed. Either way, he would only ask that Amara didn't cut her hair, and if she did, that she try to keep it pass the bottom of her shoulder blades. It was wrong of him to want her to keep her hair long, the whole point was that he wasn't supposed to think of her in such a way, but it was becoming rare for women to have such long hair. ◁
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Posted: Fri Sep 06, 2013 6:52 pm
Ⱥmaranth
Even to the Lares it was clear that he was avoiding looking at her for some reason. Wondering if she had done something to anger him, Amaranth frowned for a moment as she thought. There was nothing she could think of and she wondered if maybe he was simply in a hurry to go. Her fingers left her hair alone for the moment and laced together on her lap as she shifted her gaze back over to him, looking as if she were trying to piece together some sort of puzzle. "I don't have anything to bring with me, so there's no reason to wait on me. If you don't want to wait in the lobby, you can stay here a while longer," Amara offered with a small smile, trying to figure out what she could do to best please him and make him happy. She always wanted to see those she served smiling and Iain struck her as the sort that didn't smile very much. Or maybe it was that he never allowed himself to have anything to smile about. She wasn't sure, as it was just a feeling and she could be quite wrong about it, of course. Still, it was there and she never completely ignored her instincts. Even if she was proven wrong in the end.
Amaranth made no movement to get off the bed, ot get her shoes back on that were waiting on the side of it where she'd left them. If he did want to leave, she could put them on easily enough. If not, she didn't want to look as if she were trying to make him hurry out. "Is it a very long time to get back to your home? I'm excited to see it," the female admitted with a smile, her fingers finding themselves in her hair again as she absently continued to plait the silky locks. She'd always had long hair, liking it. It was never rough or frizzy, but always smooth as silk and wavy, as if just taken out of a braid after being held in it all day when wet. It wasn't until recently, at least to her, that women not only started to like cutting their hair, but that it was fashionable as well. Amaranth was still used to thinking of a woman's hair as her crowning glory, something that expressed her femininity entirely and added to her beauty. Now women walked around with shorn heads and were proud of it, and men had hair longer and no one paid any mind. It was confusing to the Lares after so long.
"Are you home often?" she asked him curiously. Unsure how that sounded, she bit her lip and thought for a moment. "I mean, am I supposed to keep only your brother company? You said he was the one looking for someone, after all, and I'm sure he would have found someone here, so..." Amaranth trailed off. In truth, she was a little worried Orion had found someone and wouldn't want her as well, which meant she'd be back off to this room to stay even longer. "Or did you want me to keep you company as well? I don't have to be around all the time, just when you want it, I was just...wondering..." She trailed off, her shoulders slumping a bit. It hadn't been until that moment that she had realized it was quite likely his twin had found someone much better suited to his tastes and she was here just in case he didn't.
"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." GaysbianBabe ooc: I was just wondering if we weren't doing Theana and Adam anymore?
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Posted: Fri Sep 06, 2013 7:48 pm
![User Image]() ![User Image]() ![User Image]() ▷ Iain didn't bother moving just yet. He was feeling a little tired and wished he was home already so he could snooze on the couch or something. Orion could keep Amara and whomever else busy for a while. The sleep tickled the back of his throat, and he yawned, not bothering to cover his mouth or turn his head. If he was tired, then he didn't mind letting others know. It wasn't as if they could do anything about it. Unless they had coffee, in which case, he would always welcome a cup. Iain dropped his back onto the bed again, his feet still firmly on the floor, ready to get up whenever Amara decided she was tired of being alone with him. There was no need to get up and rush, other than Iain's desire to be home, and Amara's obvious wish to rid herself of the stupid collar around her neck. At the same time, there was absolutely no need to lay around all day. "Whatever."
He had his eyes closed, not sleeping, just resting, when she asked about his home. "Well, in comparison to our age, it isn't even a blink, but in reality, it's about a nine hour flight, depending on whether or not babes decided to turn the nine hours into an eternity." There was a bit of teenage sarcasm in his voice. He had been on the flight with the babes crying the hole time, and it truly did feel as if it would never end. Hopefully, on the way back, there would be a calming silence. If not, he would go back to coach and pick each babe up and put it to sleep, which wasn't a metaphor for anything cruel. The McIntosh twins had a way with babes, perhaps because of their origin.
Iain opened one eye to look at her as she spoke, asking if he was home often and whether or not she was to keep him company or his brother. He closed his crystal blue eye when she finished. "I'm home quite a lot, but I leave every now and again for days at a time, so sometimes you will just have to put up with Orion, unless, of course, there are times when you wish to come with me. I don't care, either way. As for who you'll be keeping company with, you can decide who you like better, but you'll be keeping everyone company, as one would when living in a household with others. If I don't want to talk to you, I won't." He let out a small sigh, not anything bored or frustrated, just a habit of his that held no meaning. ◁
Color Me Fubar Oh, we are, we are. I didn't see that you posted. Gaia never told me. I'll go post right now.
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Posted: Fri Sep 06, 2013 8:22 pm
Ⱥmaranth
Nine hours to get home. That didn't sound so bad to her, considering how many years she had been waiting for just such a moment. The smile remained on her face as he continued, widening when he said she'd be keeping everyone company. That meant he wouldn't wish to be rid of her as soon as they got home and she could be around without annoying anyone. That would be nice and she laughed softly to herself, the thought making her happy. Being a domestic spirit, that was what she wanted - a family to be around and make happy and prosperous. "Will I be sharing a room with someone? I don't mind if I am, I'm just curious," she explained, wanting to know things about her new home. And Iain didn't seem adverse to speaking with her, which cheered her up as well. Company was nice and company that would speak to her was even better, after so long of being the one to listen and never be able to ask or say anything in return. Some days she wanted to shake those praying to her for something she knew would make them unhappy. Unfortunately for her, she had to grant what they prayed for hard enough and she couldn't intervene. Too often she was blamed for something going wrong - of course, then she would withhold all her blessings until the one that had wronged her had made amends and the entire household always knew it.
She had enough of the room, however, beginning to grow anxious to leave it. "Is it all right if we go wait in the lobby for Orion? I've been in this room so long, I would really like a change of scenery, if that's all right," Amaranth told him shyly, stretching her legs back out and sliding them into her shoes. They gave her some height as she stood, though nothing to come close to matching the selkie's as he got to his own feet and stretched out. The guard was waiting outside the room and didn't protest when Amaranth followed the man out. He simply nodded and led them down the hall back to the elevator and the bellboy waiting for them. The Lares was fairly certain Iain didn't like someone clinging to him, but stuck close against his side anyway. She didn't want someone to think she was trying to run away and escape, and really end up stuck back in here. To get so close to home and then have that happen would be terrible and she shuddered at the thought. There wasn't much said as they were escorted out to the lobby, though, and there was no twin waiting for them. He sat down on a loveseat near the desk and she followed suit, sitting next to him, her hip against his as she shifted for a moment. There was clearly something bothering the Lares and after a few moments of silence, she let out a breath and decided to just get it over with and ask him.
Biting her lower lip again as she thought, Amaranth looked up at him shyly, almost a bit nervously. "Iain?" she began, her tone growing quieter. "If...you said your brother was looking for someone too, and that he was the one to want someone around the house. If he finds someone he likes...am I going to be sent back to my room?" she asked nervously. The idea killed her, losing out on a family. She didn't even care if his twin got someone else as well - that would just mean one more person for her to work her magic on and to make happy. To Amaranth, the phrase 'the more the merrier' truly did mean something and she wanted a large household. That would mean things to do, people to care for, the ability to make herself useful. So it wasn't jealousy that prompted the question, but the honest fear she was merely here waiting with Iain until his twin arrived, in case Orion didn't find anyone. If he had...then she'd be sent back up and they'd leave with someone better suited to them. The thought had her stomach knotting up and she fiddled with her gown, picking at the cloth by her knees nervously.
"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." GaysbianBabe I hope you didn't mind I moved them, I just had nothing. @_@
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Posted: Fri Sep 06, 2013 9:26 pm
![User Image]() ![User Image]() ![User Image]() ▷ Iain shook his head when she asked him about sharing a room with someone. There were two guest rooms in the house, both the same size, but one was decorated more feminine than the other, so if Orion brought a girl, the two would have to fight over whichever room they wanted, or they could all just go shopping the next day. They would have to anyway since Amara didn't seem to have any possessions. The thought of shopping nearly bit Iain's bottom. He wasn't a fan of walking around, buying clothes, and he really hated that he didn't have to worry about how much he was spending. Perhaps he could just give the girls his card and let them shop by themselves. Hopefully, Orion found someone who could make friends with Amara.
When they had made their way down to the lobby, Iain too tired to care how they got there, he stretched out on the loveseat, looking as if he had been there for hours. His legs were spread apart, and his arm rested on the back behind Amara. He was thankful for the quiet, feeling as if he had spent too much time talking about something she was going to see in a few hours, but he understood that she was simply curious. He would have done the same thing, so he couldn't blame her for wanting to know such things. Perhaps he wouldn't mind having her in the house. The closeness, though, was something he wasn't too happy about. He didn't like being so close to anyone, not even his own twin, unless of course he was after something, but since Amara didn't seem to know what was going on, he wasn't going to go after anything as far as she was concerned, and therefore, having her so close felt like he was being smothered. Iain almost though to put his hands on her hip and physically push her away from him, but she might think that he didn't like her. He didn't like anyone, but if she took it personally, then he would have to go running from the area, and drag Orion a safe distance in case she began crying.
Iain laughed at her question. It was such a silly thing to ask. Yes, he would tell her about his home, where he came from, that he had a twin, and not try to sleep with her, all so that he could leave her here if Orion found someone. He found it ridiculous that she would even think it a possibility. "There's two of us, which means if he doesn't like you, then you'll stay because I do. I'm not the nicest selkie ever, but I can assure you, I'm not so cruel as to take what I give. If you wish to leave, feel free, but no one is going to force you to." He thought better of it than to tell her that even if something happened, he wouldn't let her end up here again. He didn't think it was fair to trap someone in a room, and toss them on whomever could pay for her. It was human, or at least humanoid, trafficking. Iain shrugged. He was a major hypocrite, but at least he admitted it.
Random question time. "If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go? You can't travel through time, and everyone there is a gray figure unable to do anything but go about their own lives." Iain had thought this question was a good question years ago, and had been asking nearly everyone he had a conversation with. Some answers were interesting, some just a joke, but on rare occasions, Iain was given a genuine answer that made him wish he could go there as well. He would never tell anyone, but on those days and weeks he was gone from the house, he traveled to the different places he had been told about, if only to see if they were as amazing as people had said. So far, nothing really seemed all that spectacular. As far as everyone knew, he had never left Scotland, and he told himself as much to keep the lie going. Even Orion had no idea what he did when he was gone. ◁
Color Me Fubar That's okay. I was fighting off tiny felines, as they circled me and my dinner.
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Posted: Fri Sep 06, 2013 9:52 pm
Ⱥmaranth
Of course Amaranth had no idea he disliked physical contact and if he'd simply told her to move, she would have and not asked about it at all. As it was, she actually preferred physical contact of some sort, still growing used to having a physical body and being able to do that with other people, so to her it was sort of new. When he laughed at her question, she wilted a bit more, expecting him to ask why she was even bothering to wonder such a thing, when of course she'd go back to the room. When instead he not only said that she was going to stay - and could even leave if she wished - but actually said he liked her. She brightened up again and the look on her face was pathetically grateful. The Lares had been worried a bit, wondering if he'd liked her or merely tolerated her, so hearing him say he did was a huge weight off of her chest. Family was much easier to help be happy if they liked her. "Thank you, Iain. You have no idea how much it means to hear you say that," she told him softly, clasping her hands in her lap as she relaxed a bit. Having his arm resting on the back of the couch behind her was sort of comforting as well, even though it was such a light touch. She was simply happy to know that she wasn't going to be sent back, returned like a defective toy.
At the question, she looked back over at him and blinked a few times. "If I could...where would I go?" she repeated curiously. Thinking it over for a few quiet minutes, the Lares realized she really had no idea at all. The world had changed so much since her time that she felt out of sorts thinking about it. "If you want an answer right away, I honestly don't have one," she admitted with a soft laugh. "Everything has changed so much, I'm sure my knowledge is long out of date and anything I said would be silly. I would like to visit the home of the Etruscans one day, though. It was where I was born, I haven't been there since the descendants decided to go to Rome. That was when I went as well, I was there for...oh, years and years," she said dismissively, trying to think of a date, but they all blended together after a while. "It was beautiful, where I was born. In Caere...I think it's called Cerveteri now. There were olive trees, I used to talk to the dryads that lived in them. The Etruscans were very close to nature...I think there was a word..druids? I think you would call them druids. It was a beautiful place to be. So was Rome, and the villa my family had near the cliffs. It's where I learned to love the ocean so much, it was just endless there. I would watch the ships come and go."
Blinking as her voice lost the drowsy sort of tone, Amaranth blushed brightly in embarrassment and shook her head, looking down at her lap. "I'm sorry, you didn't ask all that and I'm sure it was boring to have to listen to," she said apologetically. "I haven't thought about my home in a long time, I suppose it just sort of snuck up on me. You can interrupt and tell me if you don't want to listen to something I'm saying, it won't bother me," she added, looking over at him with small smile. "I'm still growing used to a physical body and being able to talk back to people, so I tend to get carried away if something catches my attention. It isn't intentional, I promise." She reached up behind her and brushed her hair off her shoulders, twisting it around a few times before letting it lay back down her back. It slowly unfurled as she moved her hands back to her lap, shorter curls framing her face. They were much less conspicuous with her hair loose the way it was now. Amaranth hoped she wasn't annoying the selkie, though he said he liked her enough she could stay even if his brother didn't. That thought made her happy, that he hadn't even been looking for someone and she could stay with them 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." GaysbianBabe I have to fight off my cats and my husband. xD
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Posted: Fri Sep 06, 2013 10:50 pm
![User Image]() ![User Image]() ![User Image]() ▷ Iain listened to every word she said, keeping some information in a mental folder for later, as she went on about where she would like to go, and the sort of places she had been. Dryads and druids sounded too much a like to him, but there were still plenty of druids roaming around Scotland. Even Iain found solace in the rock sanctuary. Stonehenge had been roped off for years now, so he wasn't allowed to read the chalk marks anymore, but at one time or another, Stonehenge had been used to travel through time and as a place to talk to the gods without interference from others. The rock sanctuary was simply a low powered version of the same thing. It was roped off as well, but if you found a way in, no one bothered to haul you out. Most people thought the rocks held magic powers, a soft vibration humans could feel today, but Iain only thought of them as rocks, nothing more. They were relaxing, and he spent a great deal of time out there. Perhaps Amara would be interested in the Scottish druids.
Amara was used to watching ships in the ocean, but where the twins lived, Iain had rarely seen a ship go by. There were a variety of creatures that could be spotted in the water every now and again. If Amara became too bored in the house, she could play with the returning selkie mothers and their children, or watch sea serpents go by. Hopefully, she knew what a kelpie was, and Iain wouldn't have to jump in and save her. Just in case, he felt it best if someone went with her if she were to walk along the beach. She wouldn't be allowed to cry there, either, definitely not. It was cruel to tell her she couldn't express herself in such a way, but what would happen might be worse. If she stood any chance, she would at least need to be careful crying in front of both boys, as well as if one of them was gone. If one were able to stop the other, it would be alright, as long as Iain was the one stopping Orion. He honestly didn't know if his brother would be able to stop him from such a thing.
"I don't mind you talking. One day you'll get tired of talking, so have at it while it still seems fun. If it really does bother me, I'll just do the normal guy thing and pretend I'm listening. You won't notice the difference. At least, not for a while, anyway." He looked at her as he spoke, trying to keep his eyes from rudely staring at the clock. He wanted to go home, but his brother hadn't shown up yet. What was taking him so long? Had he gotten lost? Was he talking to everyone on the list? There was no way of knowing, so Iain decided he would allow Amara to go on as much as she pleased. "My brother wears a fake pair of glasses most of the time so you can tell us apart. We also tend to wear different colors, but just incase you aren't sure which of us is which, you can come up with your own question to ask us or something. We used to have a friend who started talking about tampons, and when I flinched, she ran off to go find Orion. In time, I'm sure you'll find it easy to tell who we are, unless we don't say anything." There had been a number of times where Orion had gone to the store, only to be met by one of Iain's women who thought he was the other brother. It was embarrassing for the woman and Orion, but Iain loved it when he heard such stories. ◁
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Posted: Fri Sep 06, 2013 11:31 pm
Ⱥmaranth
The Lares honestly didn't really understand what crying in front of a selkie would do. All she knew was that Iain had told her not to and that was all she needed to make a conscious effort not to. She didn't cry very often anyway, hardly at all, so it wasn't as if she was worried about it. Her mind was more concerned about her home and her family and everything that was going to be new and strange to her. Put simply, Amaranth was excited, and happy that Iain didn't mind her talking. She laughed softly at his remark about just pretending to listen, as that didn't bother her at all either. She did wonder why he said she would get tired of talking one day - he sounded like he was speaking from experience and that worried her a bit. Was he tired of life, or bored? Cynical? She knew it happened to those who lived long lives - even humans could get like that and they were young, compared to so many other creatures. She found that a bit sad and hoped that if he was getting to become like that, that maybe she could change that for him a little bit. It was what she was supposed to do, after all, make her family happy. When he talked about being able to tell them apart, she gave him a quizzical look, pondering something. Once he finished talking, she pursed her lips for a moment.
"Couldn't I just ask you who you were, if I couldn't figure it out on my own?" Amaranth asked him curiously. "Or does it bother you when someone does that? Is that why I should figure out how to tell myself? Oh, but I shouldn't really have any problems once my collar is off, you're sure to feel different than Orion, even being twins," she added cheerfully, the issue already settled in her mind. It was similar to reading auras, or hearts of people, but she had always been able to tell family members apart once a bond was established. How else would something without a physical form, unable to actually see them the way a human would, be able to tell them apart? Happy with that question taken care of without having to bother him further, she gave a small bounce and settled back against the seat again. Her eyes were wide as she looked around, taking in the sight of the lobby and people coming and going. When she had been brought here, she'd been taken immediately to her room and this was the first time in months she had been outside it. It was marvelous to see everything and not worry about being told to go back somewhere and sit and wait, and wait, and wait.
She hummed happily to herself. Waiting with someone, for someone, was much different than the vague, wish-filled hope she'd had in the room, day after day after day. "I'm glad you said you like me," Amaranth told him suddenly after a minute. "I wasn't sure if you did or not, to be honest. I was worried I was just annoying you." She wasn't one to be coy or mince words, or try to hide anything from her family. It always made things worse in the end, though she did know the difference between a kind white lie and a terrible sort of lie. She could easily distinguish between things like that, moral grey areas, and choose which to do. But on the whole, she preferred to be open and honest when she could. Otherwise, what was the point of being able to speak and interact with others, if she couldn't, she had reasoned to herself one day.
"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." GaysbianBabe ooc: Sorry it's so shitty! We can wait for you and Waffles to finish up to bring them in, if you don't want to keep their conversation up, haha.
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 10:55 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 His lips curled upward into a smile as she immediately agreed to his request. He could see the eagerness in her eyes even though she tried to hold it back. As if realizing what she had just done, a blush filled her cheeks and she quickly released his hands to instead cover her mouth. She soon chuckled, one that turned into a laugh. This only brought a broader smile to his own face, thoroughly amused by her new antics. She was beginning to warm up a bit and break out of her shell which pleased him immensely. He laughed as well, more so for his thoughts than for her own laugh. That influenced his own, though, and that seemed to be the reason for it in the first place. She apologized but he waved his hand some in the air as if to dismiss the apology. "I'm glad, you do not need to apologize, however." He lifted his finger as if to make a point, one brow lifting to give him a peculiar expression. "Enthusiasm, wonderful. You'll need it. Mentality is everything." It was very nice, that shrug. Subtle. But very nice. It seemed to soften her up a bit. More like freshly fallen snow rather than the hard-packed snow that has been walked over too often.
He lowered his hand and stood, slapping it against his thigh as he did so. "Now, then..." His eyes remained on her for a moment before they turned to the window. He moved over to it and leaned against the sill. His hand scratched at his chin thoughtfully as if in deep thought though his eyes were very aware, not that distant gleam that usually took someone who was focused on something in their own mind. His eyes were focused on the outside, taking everything in for a moment. Though, he spoke once more without looking at her right away. His face had grown serious for a moment, nearly solemn. His fingers were pressed against the glass and his other was in his pocket. His words were even.
"I just want you to be aware of the fact that I will not be here forever. No as I am now. Not even I know how long it will be for. A year, one hundred? More? Less?" He fell silent for a moment, lips pressing together before he finally turned and gave her a smile. "I do not think I would be leaving soon but I only want you to be aware of this. I won't be here forever. What happens after that we will deal with when the time comes. I will always be here on earth among humans but not as I am right now, as I said. I am a spirit though right now I have a body. Very much like a human. When I no longer have this body I'll be only a spirit, a spirit not bound to the earth like you are." He pulled away from the window and moved over to her, placing a hand on her shoulder and squeezing lightly. "I would love to be your friend. But nothing more. If you agree to come with me even still, I'd be glad to have you."
He released her shoulder and moved over to her bed, looking down at it curiously with his hands in his pockets. "You should probably get your things if you want to come with me. If not, I don't blame you. I'll give you the choice. You already agreed but I also wanted to tell you that too." He glance up at her and gestured towards her things. "I could help. If you have everything you have that you want to bring with you." The biggest problem was that he had litle idea of what he was supposed to be doing next...
[ bleh, short this time. o no sowwy ]
Faith is a knowledge within the heart, beyond the reach of proof. •
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Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 10:16 pm
 
Leonis hadn’t been sitting around very long before the sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway outside his door. Frowning, he ignored it, after all, they were very likely going to another room, one with a more docile creature inhabiting it. Nobody these days seemed interested in the challenge of a chain collar, or at least not from what Leonis could tell. He had been in here for quite a while since he was last ‘returned.’ He was almost considering doing something that would get him locked in a basement room just for the change of scenery. Not like anyone was going to come and see him anytime soon anyways. Pursing his lips in thought, the fallen star raised his hands, making a box with his fingers. ’Hmmm… that would make a nice canvas.’ he thought to himself, staring straight above him at the space on the ceiling framed by his fingers.
The ceiling would be hard to get at though…
Raising his head, he redirected his gaze (and his ‘finger frame’) towards the wall. At least all the walls were white, which would make things a lot easier. You didn’t have to worry about colours showing up if the canvas was white. The panels on the wall would also be great for canvas dimensions, that way he wouldn’t have to worry about –
Was that a knock? At his door?
Letting his hands fall to rest on his chest, he moved his gaze towards the door as the handle turned and it opened. The woman who stepped in was notable in her stark contrast to the body Leonis was forced to inhabit. With her pale skin and white hair – which he noticed was tied up, bother – he bet they would look rather strange standing together. He let his eyes drift up and down her body, taking in her physique and choice of clothing, as well as the glaringly obvious trait about her – the flower growing out of her eye. He noticed she was wearing heels, so she wasn’t as tall as she initially appeared. He hoped her decision one shoe choice lie behind an insecurity about something. He could use it as ammunition against her.
He listened to her comment, his head tilted, before letting out a sigh; an eyebrow raised at her. ”Funny,” he mused, his voice low, ”I don’t remember ordering a cheap harlot from room-service, but you’re definitely what I would expect one to look like.”
Letting a smirk rise to his face he grinned, challenging the woman to try something. It was the one thing he had learned quickly about being in his position: the ‘buyer’ wouldn’t ever make the first attack – at least not the first physical one – after all, he was ‘merchandise’ and just like what he had enforced when he sold his artwork – back when he was free – you break it, you buy it, or something like that. And who would want to be stuck with someone, they couldn’t stand? At the very least, they would have to pay something for injuring him if it wasn’t self-defence, and even then, who knew? What it meant for him, of course, was that he had a obvious advantage: He barely had to worry about them attacking him, but they had to keep on their toes, because who knew what he was going to do?
Although, there was also the fact that, because it was essentially up to him to throw the first punch, this whole war was mostly a verbal one. It would be his words that convinced the person to leave, or to get him out of the place, depending on what he thought of them. He wasn’t exactly in the mood for a pleasant conversation right now, particularly not with someone who thought they were better than him, a god just because they had money and favorable circumstances. Hubris much?
The challenger in front of him certainly didn’t seem scared of him, and ponderously, he wondered how much she knew of him. The people running this place obviously had some sort of file on him; after all, she had known he was a fallen star right from the get-go. The question was: how much information did they have, and how much had been provided to her? Sighing again, he shrugged the thought away and looked up at the woman lazily. ”Sooo… floozy, since I didn’t order you, you might want to state your purpose and leave. Because I could care less what your request is, and I’m not at all interested in any offerings you might have thought would help your case. I don’t care if Tommy is stuck in the well, I’m not helping. ”
Color Me Fubar My posting's so slow at the moment D; sorry about that.
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Posted: Fri Sep 20, 2013 9:12 am
x x w a f f l e s x x w a f f l e s x x  xxxOh this man was simply amazing! Rather than scold her for her open show of excitement and eagerness at going home with him, Abdiel seemed to embrace her happy energy, and even laughed with her. There was a vast difference between laughing at someone, and laughing with someone, and Eirawen just felt such happiness right now. This man, whatever he was, was just the person that she needed at this point in her life. The children he was to help, plus the fact he lived in the mountains, it was like the universe had worked some wonders to get them together. Both of them knew so little about modern day living, but at least it would be a fun journey with such a positive person. Nodding eagerly to show she agreed with his little tit-bit of information - mentality really was everything - she watched the man stand with a curious crease of her eyebrows. Preferring to stay seated, it seemed like the man had something on his mind, so following him with her eyes, she rested her hands in her lap, her body relaxed in the chair.
xxxHis expression changed. Relaxed joy became a sudden solemn gaze, a serious look that meant his next words would be very important. Leaning forward, both hands resting on the arm of the chair she sat in, the woman was shocked to say the least, his words quite the surprise. Eirawen knew that each being had their own allotted time on Earth, but his words were so deeply serious that she knew there was a much deeper meaning to what he was and what he stood for. With the sun filtering through the window onto his form, it seemed to shimmer around him, almost like it was catching against something unseen. It made her think of sun rays shining through the thinnest and clearest icicles that she hung from eaves and tree branches, or even the gossamer wings of dragonflies and other insects that appeared in the warmer months. The more Eira observed him during his momentary pause, the more she began to believe he looked like an ethereal being, like something that was just and virtuous, maybe even holy to an extent. It was sad to think that the man wouldn't be in her life for long, but who was she to feel such selfish things so soon? Just because he had such lovely things to offer up, it didn't mean she had the right to believe she'd be living with him forever. Standing up slowly as his words made her feel some sadness, her face fell into a mildly worried expression, his little speech just making her even more curious about what he really was.
xxxWatching him walk over, and looking to the hand on her shoulder, she smiled gently. Ah, now it all made sense. He was preventing the elephant from ever making it's way into the room in future; he was telling her straight out that falling for him would just make her unhappy and lonely in the end. A relaxed smile softened her features again as she placed a hand over his on her shoulder. Before she could even answer though, his hand was removed and he walked over to the bed, the woman turning to watch him inspect it. Canting her head to the side slightly, he offered her a choice. Well, that was new, she'd never been given a choice before. Running a hand through her silver-white locks, her relaxed cheerful expression remained firm as he said he'd help her out, and even admitted he didn't know what to do next. Hugging herself, Eirawen managed to keep her emotions in check this time when she answered him in a slightly awed voice, unbelievably overwhelmed with the fact that he even gave her a choice. "I want to come with you. I'd like to leave this place and help you help the children." Walking over to Abdiel, she placed her hands on his shoulders and straightened out the shoulders of his clothing. "We have so much we can teach each other, and I'm pretty sure we were meant to meet at some point or another."
xxxGiving his shoulders another squeeze, Eirawen turned on her heel and scurried over to the wardrobe without a word. Opening both the doors with a flourish, the woman was almost too accustomed to what happened from this point onwards, and her confidence showed as within only a couple of minutes the small hard shell suitcase - it was a beautiful bright blue colour - was filled with the clothing she'd accumulated through the years. Scurrying over to the bathroom, a travel bag recently acquired from either the last master or the one from before (she couldn't remember and didn't care to) was filled with any opened bottles she'd used, which was almost all of them. They were really nice products, mostly organic with the exception of some hair products, and the travel bag was placed into the suitcase with a triumphant grin. Bouncing on her heels while she thought if she had everything, Eira clapped her hands once in joy and she smiled over to Abdiel. "I have everything I need. I feel like it's quite a lot... But others have said different. I don't know these days, people's opinions of item worth are so different." Shaking her head, her energetic grin was flashed to the male again.
xxx"If it helps, I know what happens from here now." Relaxing herself a little, Eirawen gave a brief explanation on how things proceeded; they'd leave the room, a guard would lead them down stairs to the front desk and the lovely ladies behind the counter would help him out with everything. "As deplorable as this business is..." and here for the first time, Eira's face fell into an incredibly pitiful expression for a moment "... The staff are very helpful. They'll organise transport if needbe too." Shrugging her shoulders again like before, she rubbed her arms a little and reached out for her wheeled suitcase. "Shall we, Mister Abdiel?" Reaching out a hand to the man, showing she was quite comfortable in his presence, Eirawen felt so relieved to be leaving this place, hopefully for the final time too. If Abdiel did have to leave one day, she hoped that he'd allow her to stay and continue to help the children in the area that needed the school. It was such a beautiful idea, it gave Eirawen the hope that she might find a new purpose in life, that she might be helpful once more. There was no need for her to be an Ice Maiden where they were going, as Ice Maidens were guided and lead by Jack Frost, so finding a new meaning on this Earth was something that made Eira feel much more hopeful and alive once again. Abdiel surely was a blessing in disguise in her eyes.
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Ｓｔａｔｕｓ: { incredibly hopeful, happy and excited }
Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: { The Hotel of Slaves }
Ｃｏｍｐａｎｙ: { a lovely man called Abdiel }
#79CDCD- Thinking & #6CA6CD- Speaking
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Posted: Sat Sep 21, 2013 10:36 am
▀▄▀▄▀▄ ⓦⓗⓞ'ⓢ ⓐ ⓟⓡⓔⓣⓣⓨ ⓑⓘⓡⓓ? ▄▀▄▀▄▀  Gideon was miserably bored. The little room was nice and all, it was well furnished and comfortable to live in but the only excitement came when a master did. The main complaints that the phoenix had was that there was nothing for him to do and there was no fire. The only source of warmth to soak in was the sunlight that streaked in the window. It served as basic logic then that Gideon would of course move some bedding there. He could perch there on sunny days and soak up the rays of light that made his skin glow and fueled his inner fire. An actual flame would have been so much better but apparently that wasn't allowed. Wonder why? The velvet collar about his neck itched as well. He thought it quite possible that it craved a scratching so badly simply because it was something to focus on other than extreme boredom, or perhaps his skin was becoming slowly irritated with it. Either way, well manicured fingers would curl into the soft band that marked him as relatively tame and scratch anytime his mind was allowed to drift. Which, unfortunately, was quite often as he was left by himself, awaiting someone who deemed him fit to take home. Most were deterred for one reason or another. Gideon had no idea why, personally. He was great! It wasn't his fault that others didn't agree! In fact, their disagreeing was driving home a mild insecurity seeded and nursed by a fallen angel.
The strawberry blonde felt bad about eating that little pet of his, really he did! But he had told the fallen over and over. He was not just some pet to be shown off. He would not be a trophy or a status symbol. Gideon, Apollo's creation, would not be fed apple slices like he was some pet simply because some dolt figured he was just another bird. Unfortunately, this well meaning dolt had been the victim of Gideon's snap and of his flame. The angel had been furious to come in and see Gideon atop the creature, sharp beak pulling off bits of flesh. Imprint or no, after that, Gideon had to leave. Willingly leaving his imprint had been like being dunked in water! It burned and ached for years afterward and just like any relationship that ended badly, it had left its invisible scars. While the phoenix was outgoing and flirty, van and cocky, denial after denial had only watered the fledgling that the Fallen had planted into something that had rooted itself deeply within the soils of his mind.
And of course, this insecurity made him feel stupid. Gideon was the Phoenix of Apollo! He had lived through the fall of the Pantheon. He had been the lover and companion of the god of the sun! He had been special! He was special! Nobody could tell him otherwise. Except that voice in his head. Despite the flirtatious, cocky front, there was a defensive little wall built up around the part of him that connected body and soul to another person, being guarded at all times. Anyone who was able to brave the long path to that fence was swiftly dealt with with harsh words and sometimes violence, pushed away swiftly. A little bit of doting and some kindness went a long way with earning affections but loyalty was a different question.
A long sigh escaped the creature. Manicured nails scratched at the skin beneath the velvet collar. Soft topaz eyes burned out the window like slowly dying embers, staring over the courtyard while fair skin soaked up the rays of the sun. The kisses of warmth that penetrated the glass gave him a new thought to the meaning of "sun-kissed" and the bird found a mild little smile growing on his face. Just a light pull at the corners of his mouth as one long fingered hand spread out in a ray of sunshine, watching the light illuminate and warm the skin it touched. If only it were fire. If only it were another human touch! This train of thought was terrible for him. Depressing! Being alone for far too long and being deprived of the touches that he so craved was always awful for him. It was worse than no flame to admire and share whispering little secrets with! While denial watered the little tree of insecurity, solitude was the nutrients in the soil and the sun in the sky for it.▀▄▀▄▀▄ ⓓⓐⓜⓝ ⓢⓣⓡⓐⓘⓖⓗⓣ ▄▀▄▀▄▀
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