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 Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2010 11:04 am
He awoke slowly. Soft silence met his ears as he rose into conciousness. It was such a subtle thing, that silence. It wasn't the empty, hollow silence of waiting. Nor was it the strained silence of fear. No, this was the quiet of comfort, contentment, of solace and companionship.
With a deep sigh, Arc opened his eyes. He stared up at a hanging canopy made of a rich, deep ruby red, patterned with a twisting pattern in gold thread. He blinked up at it in a bemused state. This was not what had been above the bed when he'd been brought here. A tingle of dismay swept down his spine. Was it real? Had he actually been released, or had the cube played a nasty trick?
He sat up abruptly with a loud rustle of sheets, gazing about himself intently. The room was handsome and to his taste. Heavy furniture in dark cherrywood or mahogany, fabrics in dark reds, blacks, and warm browns, with touches of golds and creams.Bookshelves lines one entire curving wall, interspersed with wide panels hung with heavily shaded brass lights. A sitting area with overstuffed chairs and a lounging couch was arranged before an unlit hearth formed of irregular slate slabs. Scattered about the room were tables of stone or wood, and thick rugs of exquisite weave were laid pleasingly across the dark, polished wood floor. At one end of the curving room was a glorious office area with shelving, a heavy desk, and wall space clearly meant for organization or display. It was all lit brightly from strategically positioned lighting that blended pleasantly with the rest of the room, casting brilliant light from above so as to cast no shadows. At the opposite end of the massive room was a doorway, cutting off the symmetry of the curving walls. He frowned briefly, but his brow smoothed as he concluded the lines continued into what was probably a private bathing chamber.
Finally, directly across from the sitting area was a thick, carved panel door. Oddly enough, it seemed as if it easily could have been a double door entry, but simply was not. Above it, inscribed into the wood, was a symbol. He stared thoughtfully at it for a time before realizing with a start that it was meant to indicate ownership. It represented him. He rubbed his eyes, clearly not entirely awake if he failed to realize the significance of a logo that included the mark of pi.
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 9:49 am
He gave another yawn and a stretch,then slithered out of the tall bed. It was high enough he nearly fell out, though not quite. Instead of the cold of the wood floor, warm softness met his feet. He smiled appreciatively as he wiggled his toes in the deep plush of one of the luxurious carpets. He could get used to this!
He moved towards the door presumably to the bath chamber when he stopped mid-stride. There was a draft. Where usually there shouldn't be. He looked down at himself to find himself dressed in a sort of sleeping shift, nearly more of a gown than anything else. He frowned at it, grasping the mid-thight seam. It certainly was made of the finest material he could think of, but... well, the draft was due to the fact that under it he had nothing at all on. He'd been too tired the night before to recall how he'd gotten in this thing, and he colored to think how exactly that had happened.
Had one of the servants... oh dear. And right on cue, there was a knock on the door before it began opening.
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 3:18 pm
She had knocked softly. Earlier when she had peeked in, Arctang had still been sleeping soundly. Instead of waking him and trying to find out what he wanted to eat, Delphine had slipped back down to the kitchen and continued her baking for the morning. Triq was in the kitchen and baking cookies for Maddie's cookie jar.
"I was not sure you would be up yet, my Lord, but Lord Taj asked me to check on you. My name is Delphine." she said softly, carrying the clothing that Taj had asked her to place for Arctang's convenience. "Lord Tajnevaki asked me to leave these here for you. This clothing is some that he bought specifically for you when he was off the planet."
Carrying the silks over to the nearby chair, she placed them there for his inspection. "What would you like to eat? Anything in particular? I can bring something back while you bathe and dress."
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 9:41 am
He stifled a yelp, spinning to face the door and jerking the hem of his shift down as far as it would go. Realizing how ridiculous this looked, with him curled forward and pulling the edge down like some teenage girl, he flushed and let it go, standing up straight carefully so as not to jerk the edge upwards again. He shifted uncomfortably as she moved to a chair and laid something cloth on it, talking all the while. He tried so hard not to blush when she turned to him. This was very ungodlike, to be so embarassed over his hidden nakedness. Fighting these feelings, he answered her as best he could. "Anything is fine. Whatever you already have made for others." He frowned a bit at himself. This also was very undeistic. What was wrong with him? With a groan he rubbed his face with both hands and then ran them through his hair.
A bath however sounded absolutely heavenly. Though in the cube's alter-life, he'd bathed often, his body seemed to be the same as it was when he'd been pulled in. He was covered in road dust and his hair was snarled from the wind. He nodded a bit and glanced back over his shoulder. "Actually, if you could bring me something hot to eat, I'd be grateful," he amended his previous statement. Yes, that felt much more... proper? More like himself. He shuddered a moment in reaction. Things were definitely not the same at all. That led his mind towards all the questions he'd need to ask Taj, including ones about their Master. Resolutely he turned his mind from that, though, and gave the woman a smile. "Thank you. I think I'll just go soak for a bit."
With that, he turned and entered the bathing chamber, leaving her to let herself out of his room. The bathroom was sparse, but highly functional. It contained a combonation bath and shower, a single commode, and a large mirror over a wide counter that held a single sink. He stared at himself for a moment, taking in the features that were partly his, partly hers. His hair was mostly hers, though, probably nearly as tousled and knotted as it had been when she had been alive. He fingered the frosting of color that was his own. He sighed then and turned to fill the tub with water. When it was full, he sank gratefully in and remained there for some time, very carefully not thinking.
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 10:01 am
Delphine's lips twitched a bit in amusement, but at the same time she understood his predicament and turned to fuss with the blankets while making the bed. "Hot it is, my Lord. Take as long as you like and I will return with your food."
Giving the bed a final pat on the corner, she said, "There is more clothing available in other closets or the Lady Lisana has a seamstress from Baadris that is quite capable of altering or creating other clothing for you, my Lord." Without waiting for a reply, she turned towards the door. If he was going to soak a bit, then a little over an hour should just about do it. She had plenty of time to make him a hot meal and return with it. He would be dressed by then, she was sure.
In the kitchen, Delphine pulled out the various ingredients she needed. A good meal would certainly allow him to move forwards a bit. She did not know for certain what happened to him. But she had heard the rumors of being trapped within some sort of puzzle. It most certainly could not have been easy for him, so whatever they could do now could only help him get his feet beneath himself again.
Knocking on the door on her return, she said softly, "Lord Arctang, may I enter?" Delphine's expression flickered but then opened the door slightly to look inside. He was still in the bath or perhaps just getting out as he was nowhere in sight in the bedroom and the clothing still remained there. Placing the meal on the table quickly to save him further embarrassment, she left it covered so that the heat would remain. Setting the teapot to one side, the girl smiled, then stepped out of the room leaving the tray. When he was finished, she would return later to take the dishes.
There was a note in the pocket of the shirt though Delphine knew nothing of it. It only said that Mystery would find him when he woke.
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 10:44 am
The long soak did much to revive him. It was simply bliss, laying there in the steamy room, surrounded by liquid warmth. He very nearly fell asleep, actually, but was awakened by his stomach insisting that he feeeeeed iiiiiiit. Reluctantly Arc clambered out and wrapped himself in a thick towel before peeking out the door. Leave it to the woman to pop in at just the moment when he was most unclothed! The room was empty, however, and a rapturous aroma wafted to his nose, proving she'd come and gone already.
He took his time towelling off, glad for the crackling fire that warmed the room. He dressed carefully, finding under things in drawers, and pants in a closet. He slipped on the silk shirt, murmuring appreciatively at the slippery softness. It was a vibrant turqouise with a subtle patterning in a slightly darker turquoise, highlighted here and there with touches of lighter aqua. The curving, swirling pattern added to the natural shimmer of the fabric, delighting the eye. He left the top two buttons undone and tucked it into the waistband of his dark pants. They fit a little loose, but that was fixed with a thick leather belt. He pondered leaving his feet bare, but opted instead for his somewhat battered but still functional travel boots. Shoes weren't something easily replaced.
It was then that he finally turned his attention to the tray of food. It smelled heavenly, and tasted almost as good. Though tempted to wolf it all down, he made himself take his time and eat at a steady pace, though he cleaned every morsel from every dish or plate. Sated, he sat for a moment, staring into the fire, still trying not to think too much of what had been, or what was to come.
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