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Wilson Harding

~"The conduct of the master and the vicious is through lust and fear. The pleasure is all mine..."



-Wilson: “I suppose, quite fine frankly.”
He replied, unenthusiastically. He was not completely sure that she was speaking of the dress, taking a guess as it’s the only part that had changed; along with the childish twirling, not very fun from his perspective. Although he found the outfit to be presentable, he surely was not going to present it with his utter most interest. He rubbed at the back of his collar, figuring that was best response he could give her. He raised his brow at such question of asking more. Wilson was not much of a person to socialize with, depending if there was something gained or in the midst of a game. Supporting that attitude was his little desire to become very personal with the girl and the troubles it may bestow if he revealed too much. He thought hard about such proposal, grasping his chin in serious thought. How much to tell her, why he should tell her, what is gained for telling her? She was considerably harmless, there was very little that he could expose considering how naïve the blonde was. Despite that, Wilson was still untrusting, even to the most insignificant of characters, much like his distaste towards his bipolar brother. He eyed her with a very judgmental glare. After a few moments of debate, he decided to let such case to slide.
-Wilson: “Very well, come in and quench your thirst for knowledge.”
He replied, scooting aside the open door. Very few times he allowed a slave into his quarters besides for private sessions. One of the reasons he had decided yes, was a recall to a statement he said earlier before the game. He would talk it over after, like normal people would. He had no set of morals or ethics, but he did have aesthetics and a fulfilling to a word made during a game. To him it was much like a contract, undetailed, but a vampire and any other demon had respected such rules of a contract.
-Wilson: “Make yourself comfortable.”
He offered, showing her inside of his private domain. Luckily, his coffin was still hidden for the meanwhile.

Wilson Harding

~"The conduct of the master and the vicious is through lust and fear. The pleasure is all mine..."




Wilson waited as his slave entered, curious of her intent. Finding that she had found her place to be seated, he sealed the door behind him. There was no need for curious ears to be over hearing the two.
Unlike the blonde, Wilson preferred to stand. He inspected the chamber of the fireplace, setting a slight blaze at the snap of his fingers. His unique abilities had given him practical control of almost everything within his home. He paid little attention the blonde, preferring to stare at the bright glare of the fire place. It reflected quite well with his spectacles.
-Wilson: “So, I suppose you came here in search for entertainment, knowledge?”
He asked in a blunt position. He leaned himself against the fire place, an informal stance when conversing.
-Wilson: “Go ahead and ask then, I won’t bite… much.”He directed, the usual sarcasm appeared with the defining smirk. Wilson’s sense of humor was based off causing mischief or having others be directed on how to react. He did not lie about biting, although it was unlikely.

Wilson Harding

~"The conduct of the master and the vicious is through lust and fear. The pleasure is all mine..."




Wilson merely raised his brow as the blonde went on with her banter. It became rather confusing as she changed the topic of what she wanted to know. He ran the thought of every detail as she went on, mind boggling to him. He intended to give at least some certain truth to an answer, but not to spoil too much at one place. The flustered look had specifically labeled her as a curious but a significant loose end of revealing too much. All slaves were, it was not every that the master would reveal things of his past and the predecessors of that slave. Being an elitist, he simply would not have to explain himself, on normal occasion she would still be receiving rather strict attention from Wilson. A few more bruises, blood trails, and certainly tears. He found it more fascinating to entertain this one in particular. Upon hearing the question she wanted answered, it put him on a rather difficult position. He shrugged off the first one and decided it was best to give a fair amount. He had been thinking about how to answer such question.
-Wilson: “Quite a bit of a mouthful for a single question.”He brought up, rather displeased with the utter rambling.
-Wilson: “Well, I had become one of immortality through a simple deal. Quite a while ago, its cost was of great sacrifice but I got my wish. The occult is a marvelous thing; I preferred to dabble in the darker arts and more shady methods. A deal with a bat, and I simply… lost my life, humanity, and soul that day. I did come back as something superior to what I once was. I was no longer just your young nobleman. I returned a master and as you probably describe as a monster.”
A sinister grin had wept itself on his face. The flames of the fire place had grown with such vibrant burn, representing his hate and what had turned to his former humanity.
-Wilson: “As for bringing you into my home and under my tender care.”
He began to explain, taking hold of her chin as he did like the last game.
-Wilson: “You see, I prefer quality over anything. And to be honest, I have been to the shop more times than I could care to remember. They rarely ever carry any exquisite specimens of my taste. Naturally, when they first shipped you in, I just wanted to take you home and try you. B- blood type, naturally blonde, almost childlike features, fresh to the works, all you can ask for…. And so I did.”
The vampire merely explained his almost sadistic reasoning.
-Wilson: “I really do appreciate the beautiful things in this world, as do I appreciate you.”
He said, taking a lick to her cheek as he did lastly. A rather amused chuckle came from him as he pulled away.
-Wilson: “Besides, they were fresh out of royal virgins.”He crudely joked.

Wilson Harding

~"The conduct of the master and the vicious is through lust and fear. The pleasure is all mine..."



Wilson returned to his position at the post of the fireplace, crossing his arms as the blonde tried to regain her composure. It pleased him to know that he could still make her feel uncomfortable and flustered after such acts earlier that day. He was begging to worry that he had run out of tricks up his sleeve seeing how comfortable she initially was.
-Wilson: “You tend to apologize for many things that you aren’t at fault for.”
He suggested, removing his spectacles and inspecting the frames of it.
-Wilson: “Courtesy is something I tend to not worry about these days, considering I’ll outlive everyone else, why should I bother?”
Wilson was by all mean a snob and inappropriate to most, despite his title and etiquette central upbringing. The reason may have been being over educated or having the fault of narcissism.
-Wilson: “It pleases me for a servant to have it, which is not a surprise. That and character of course, bland takes away the beauty of the individual.”
He added on, figuring she best know a bit of his opinion. He reached for a pocket within the front of his coat. The noble extracted a nicely pressed cloth, his lens cleaners with his embodied initials. He began to rub it against the surface of his spectacles. He eyed his slave without the protection of his glasses, the natural hazel, unlike the last time of unnatural maroon. He was quite sharp, but his glance was not predatory at all. He aimed directly for her crisp blue ones to suggest his point.
-Wilson: “As for the question, yes it is possible for a person to learn magic… a relatively hard task for a mere mortal. I always preferred to simple transformations and experimentations.”
The noble informed.
-Wilson: “Tell me, what is your interest for such topic? It’s quite an unusual thought coming from a young lady such as you.”

Wilson Harding

~"The conduct of the master and the vicious is through lust and fear. The pleasure is all mine..."



The noble had grown quite fascinated as she explained her irregular belief in magic. It was an uncommon thought for a young lady of her background to have any interest towards such subject. Even he had believed some of the content of it was scatter brained, dismissing the fact that black magic and arts had been the cause of his unnatural nature. Most it had become a nuisance as she went on about common good. Her explanation of royal heritage and how responsibility and pleasing of the people was of concern had drained him of any useful comment. His personal and self-indulgent beliefs were particularly critical of bettering the world and how one in control should conduct their efforts. The girl was still naïve of what mixing power and magic for good had meant.
-Wilson: “Noble aspirations, I’ll give you that much. Magic won’t help you there, leadership and control is something that is directed from oneself.”
He lectured, tugging on his neck wrap.
-Wilson: “You’re still very naïve to that. But no worries, I could of imagined the state and commonwealth would be in if Her Majesty dabbled into the dark arts.”
He perceived at a mock of magic. He had plainly used it for mere immortality and the bettering for himself.
-Wilson: “Then again, possibilities are possibilities. I’d suggest that you don’t pursue something you cannot control neither explain, you are royalty after all. It’s a common man’s wish to that bidding."
He explained, wishing to divert her from the subject of the heavy occult.
-Wilson: “I suppose magic tricks are a substitute to the occult. Wouldn’t you think?”