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 Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 11:55 pm
((*Is simply DYING to whisper to Kyil that if he wanted Mikaril to take him up on an offer involving physical contact, he should mention the back* X3))
Mikaril noticed Kyil's silence and felt more uncomfortable than ever. He realized that it had been spouting religion and it seemed odd coming from him, whose only reason for following Lolth was the chaos she caused. Besides, it wasn't as though religion was his favorite thing to talk about. A thought crossed his mind briefly; if Kyil was perfectly happy, what concern was it of his what he did with his life? Especially when he didn't have to mess with half the problems of a typical drow? Was it jealousy? No, he answered back truthfully; yes, he was a little envious but that wasn't the reason. He had meant to help, but he realized that like their examples of what a perfect life would be for different drow, he imagined that Kyil just might be living his. But no matter what, he still could not bring himself to believe that the drow standing before him had no tales of his own. Everyone had a past, no matter how small or uneventful, but it was not his place to draw it out of Kyil if he did not wish to share it.
He smiled as Kyil removed one of his earrings and he held up his hand to stop him. "That isn't really necessary. I do have gold; not a king's hoard, but plenty enough. I just had the bad luck to sharpen my skills on one such as your guard and wound up being careless, though I am glad of what came from that mistake." As an afterthought, he pulled the jade earrings out and looked at them. "I bought these to look innocent, and I have no one back home I really want to give them too. I'll sell them back to someone, unless you'd like them."
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 7:45 pm
(The back? As in a back rub? *laughs*)
"Ah..." Kyil paused when Mikaril informed him it was unneccessary for him to offer the earrings. Neither dismayed or relieved, Kyil returned the earring to it's proper place. He was running out of his normal options. At this point he could have made a physical turn for Mikaril, but his Mistress had forbidden him such things. Kyil would not even test the boundries of her descion in even his thoughts. Sadly there was no kitchen here, and the bathroom was not properly set up for him to offer a bathing or full body massage.
"I am grateful that our paths crossed. Though my skirt is ruined and the guards are likely very unhappy with me." Kyil shifted a glance towards the door thoughtfully. "They will most likely report to my Mistress when they can. It saddens me to suggest this but our visit should not continue too long. I do not know my Mistress' temperment very well yet and she may be unhappy with me. I would not like for you to be present should she need to punish me. Your visit has been exceptionally pleasent and I would rather you left under a favorable impression."
And Kyils desire for a pleasent ending only grew as Mikaril would present him with the pretty earrings. His pink eyes lit up with a unmuted delight that was reflected in his smile.
"Truely? For me?" Gifts had not been allowed at the Black. Though Kyil doubted any of his customers would have given him anything before. So it was that Mikaril's gift pleased him greatly. He reached to accept the earrings, and made quick to replace a set in his ears with the new ones.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 8:24 pm
((Better than a foot rub. XD))
Mikaril's smile was genuine as Kyil accepted the earrings. He was atually quite glad that things had turned out okay. He honestly hadn't known what to expect when he had been marched into this strange place; he was sure that somewhere in the Underdark there would be a female who's tortures would make his mother's look like pixies playing games. But here it seemed he had made a friend, something he knew he needed plenty of in such a hostile world."I am sorry your skirt got ruined; usually I like causing such a ruckus, but when you actually come to know the person on the other end......" He shrugged sheepishly. "As for the guards, well, you can't please everybody, and if your mistress asks, you could always tell her you did something unspeakable to me and have me so cowed I won't even be seen in this marketplace again." Which would of course be untrue on his part; having someone here he could talk to would undoubtedly draw him to this particular marketplace, despite it's unnerving closeness to the surface.
He carefully got up and began putting his armor back on. "I hope your mistress isn't unhappy with you. I don't see how she could be, but I'm afraid I'm pretty ignorant in the ways of these kind of establishments. Do you by any chance know a way out that I could use where I wouldn't be seen by anyone?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 9:21 pm
((Kyil can think of a lot of other rubs that are better then a foot rub XD But he canna do them.))
Kyil wished he could see the new earrings in his ears. But at the moment he wanted to focus on Mikaril. Vanity could wait a few mere minutes so he could devote his attentions to his guest.
"Ah no no!" His response was rather quick and firm. Kyil's head shook quickly enough to cause his feathers to ruffle in his hair and beside his eye.
"I could not tell her those things, for they are untrue. I do not tell untruths to my Mistress." Kyil ceased his head shaking, and formed a small smile to replace the seriousness of his words.
"I am unfamilar with my mistress. I am sure in a week or so I will be more familar with her, and as such I will be a much better possession. I will not have to worry and secondguess myself when it comes to my Mistress. Honestly though, once you are gone I am sure it will not matter to her."
Kyil rose when Mikaril did, and his hands gestured to the armor he was latching back on.
"Do you wish my assisstance? It will be a shame not to talk to you again. I rather wish I could have done something more for you. I cook very well, my spiced rothe I am told is perfect. Or I could have given you a proper back massage, or even a foot rub if we had more time. I miss my massage table very much."
Kyils head tilted to look at the door thoughtfully. "I can escort you to the front door. Everyone saw you enter, they ought to see you leave too shouldn't they?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 9:58 pm
((*Feels as though she missed something* That happens to me a lot. sweatdrop ))
Mikaril's eyes widened with surprise at Kyil's firm statement about not telling untruths to his mistress. He knew from experience that females had ways of discovering untruths, but he had assumed that since Kyil was obviously treated so well, his mistress would not doubt his servitude and not bother with such means of detection. It showed him once again just how foreign this kind of profession was to him. In a way, it touched him, reminding him of those small moments he still had ever so often, of his desire to please his mother, cruel though she was, and make her like him as much as his brothers. He did not know if mistresses were as cruel as mothers, but it didn't matter if you wanted to serve them that badly.
He still felt a little saddened by Kyil's contentment at being a possession. It gave him a mental image of a small drow statue with feathers in its hair being held up by a lavishly dressed female with greedy eyes. That was one of the few things he truly loved about his life; for a time he could be his own master and pretend that his life was his to govern, instead of being on the end of a rather long leash, to which his mother grasped the handle.
Mikaril smiled as he fiddled with a piece of leg armor. "If you'd like; it would probably be good to be done as quickly as possible, so there would be less chance of your mistress finding me here." He then looked Kyil in the eye. "Sometimes friendship, or at least a sympathetic ear, can be the best gift one can give. I used to have someone to share things with, but he was banished long ago, and I don't know when or if I'll ever find him again. It's nice to finally have someone else to speak with who won't carry it off to someone. So in a way, you've given me something probably a lot better than what I've given you."He smiled at the mention of spiced rothe (his sister, talented as her magic was, could burn water), and he raised his eyebrows at the mention of rubs and massages, but he stayed silent as he continued to strap his armor on. At the mention of escorting him out, he shrugged slightly. "If you're sure no one will ask. I tend to think of everything the same way as if I were working; everything has to be sneaky and stealthy. But if you're certain that you won't be in any trouble, then that's fine with me also. I just wouldn't want anyone carrying tales to people if they saw a drow leave that had been marched in earlier."
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 6:18 pm
Kyil was familar with helping others with their armor. He had aided more then one with the re-donning of such protective gear. So when Mikaril accepted his offer to help, Kyil was quite pleased. Lifting what pieces were left, he slipped around behind Mikaril to get the pieces that he could while he continued speaking.
"Your appreciation means much to me Mikaril. It is my pleasure to offer what services I can to you. Your words are wise, and I accept them gratefully. I have greatly enjoyed this time with you. Actually our parting now has begun to make me sad... I miss such pleasent and calm company."
Perhaps it was more then just miss. It was more of a longing he felt right now. Perhaps he had spoken falsely to Mikaril earlier. Perhaps he did have concerns or worries. However, it was such a old habit by now... Customers were those that were the focus of a Comfortess' attention. A Comfortess did not share personal tales that took away from the complete focus upon her customer. Kyil clung to his training as if he were hanging over a ledge and it was the only thing keeping him from plummeting into some unknown darkness.
As the time came closer for Mikaril to depart, Kyil felt the heavy weight of what had driven him out into the marketplace returning. Indecision. uncertainty. Ah..and fear. Fear of failure. What if he did not please Zari for long? What if she regretted his purchase? The Madam had likely replaced him already and would have no place for him at the Black. Zari would have such little use for him. It made his heart rise in his throat. Choking out the wonderful calm that he had enjoyed for this short visit.
"I shall...accompany you. Servants shall talk reguardless. Perhaps if I escort you personally it will...well.. I am not certain. We will just see. Come now. Let us get you off and away. I appreciate and understand your concern. Honestly I do. I would like to see nothing happens to you while here in my Mistress' house."
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 6:52 pm
Mikaril stiffened for an instant, then relaxed as Kyil helped him with the remainder of his armor; he wondered if he would ever get used to being touched. At least a phobia like that would keep him out of trouble for a while in a particular area.
He looked at Kyil again and smiled. "Hey, it isn't as though I'll be gone forever. You've pretty much given me a reason to return here; usually I hate being so close to the surface."
Mikaril still felt a little disappointed that Kyil had not confided in him the way he had confided. Of course, Kyil wasn't obligated to and he understood that, but he knew that despite what anyone may say, nobody had a perfect life. Hell, the GODS didn't even have a perfect life, and if they couldn't achieve it, nobody could. But he reasoned that perhaps Kyil just had some things in his life too painful or horrendous to recollect. Made sense, seeing as he had such an extraordinary life now. Perhaps, he thought, someday he might want me to be the ear for a change, that is if he doesn't mind it being the ear of a unicorn.
Stifling a chuckle at his weak-as-water joke, he nodded at Kyil. "And I would really hate it if anything should happen to you on my account. Hopefully the guards won't hold it against you, or think it worth mentioning to anyone." He let himself take in the surroundings one more time, then made ready to follow Kyil to the entrance.
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 2:04 pm
"I would...appreciate it." Kyil slowly replied. In consideration of himself, it was hard for him to think about what it was he wanted, and far harder for him to voice it. On the other hand, Kyil had a much easier time smileing and adding on to his response. "Though it would be very pleaseing if you sought me out at another time. I would like to listen more to what it is you have to say."
Kyil opened the doors to his room himself. The servant outside blinked and turned. He knew he had surprised her, and made a waving gesture for her to calm as he turned and spoke to Mikaril.
"You need not add such worthless concerns to the weight you already carry Mikaril. Please, just be content to know that I am here and what happens shall happen. Come now..."
He gestured to the robed thief, and began to lead him out. This was perhaps the only path Kyil knew for now, so it was easy for him to take Mikaril to the gate. When Kyil passed servants or even guards, he was not stopped or questioned as to where he was going with Mikaril...though he keenly felt the looks he recieved. Why must they always stare at him so? Such..angry eyes he thought. he could manage with envious eyes. But angry? For what reason?
"Ah...the exit..." His hands lifted, and the doorsmen of course responded without so much as a word of protest. Kyil turned, and flashed a wide smile to Mikaril. "Good day to you Mikaril. I hope you find what makes you happiest soon."
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 5:08 pm
((Last post for me. -.-))
Mikaril put a hand on Kyil's shoulder as he followed him out and into the corridor beyond. "You can count on it." He only nodded as Kyil attempted to put his fears to rest, and they only persisted as they passed by servants and guards, receiving anything from an indifferent glance to an open stare, to even hostility so marked that it was all he could do to not reach for his dagger; such a gesture would surely find him pinned to the floor faster that you could say 'thief', and his shoulder was quick to send out a reminder of just how strong some of those thugs were.
He was still concerned for his friend; he knew that there was bound to be hidden resentment, since Kyil seemed such a favorite of the female in charge, but so much? He found it amazing that Kyil didn't seem overly concerned. He had fleeting images of threats written in blood and slipped under Kyil's door, or daintily clad feet jutting out to trip him and make him grab something threatening to steady himself, like a hot oven door, or the tunic of one of those burly guards. He knew it was no fun being bullied, and the thought crossed his mind to ask Kyil to come away with him. He could take him to House Torlyl, perhaps sneak him into his secret room where he could hide in peace, and Mikaril would use his satchel to send him things like food, or any trinkets he stole. He found himself mentally shaking his head before the thought even completed itself. He saw how devoted Kyil was to his mistress, and if she kept him safe and whole in spite of all the obvious animosity toward him, perhaps he was better off here for now.
He found himself at the exit long before all of his thoughts had finished sorting themselves, and he turned one last time to smile back at Kyil. "Thank you. And I hope you continue to be happy. And safe." He clasped Kyil's hand for jsut a moment, then he drew his cloak almost theatrically around him, and he melted into the crowd.
He didn't turn his head until he was far away, and when he did, he almost regretted it. He hadn't felt this bad since his brother had been banished. But, a sensible voice in his head chimed in, you know where this one is, and he'll be about again. Just don't go turning into a unicorn before then.
Mikaril snorted and drew his hood further over his head, feeling only slightly better. He still had to look for those items, but.....He suddenly saw a nervous-looking human walk by whose wardrobe clinked in strange places. Letting his face split into a grin, Mikaril matched pace and was soon at it again; he still had his profession, and now that he had a friend, his life already seemed a little less bleak.
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 5:37 pm
(And this here is my last ^_^)
Kyil remained at the open doors. Even though Mikaril had faded from his sight, he was not certain all eyes of his Mistress' house had lost track of him yet. So it was that he remained standing with his arms crossed low as if he were hugging himself. So long as he stood there it was possible that no one would act yet. If they were indeed intending to act at all. He felt shameful in rushing Mikaril out after such a short visit. He had done so out of concern for his Mistress' response. He sorely wished he knew more about her other then the fact she did not wish him to service anyone else but her. A single rule like that was very easy to follow. But what about other things?
There was such a throng of people milling abaout. Kyil had seen nothing of a green cloak for a time now, and so he withdrew. Retracing his steps to his room, Kyil felt his own cloak of dispondancy falling upon his shoulders. He rather hoped Mikaril would be approved by his mistress so that he could return and see him again. It would be pleasent to talk to him more...
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