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 Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 9:45 pm
Menoetius' rooms are average sized (as far as he is concerned) and is lined with spoils of black silks and lace, his bed taking up a larger majority of the bedroom and has lace curtains surrounding it. There are several trunks of clothing and a very large closet.
The bathroom is separated by thick silk for privacy and carries every luxury he could find for it.
The living room has three dark blue satin chairs as well as a large couch to match, a low table with cushions around it for reclining while eating, a large fireplace against one wall, and a heavy door with very tough locks on it. In a fit of whimsey, Menoetius also added a small kitchen area where meals could be prepared at any time.
All together it has a sensual and relaxing feel to it even with its dark color schemes. All of his needs are seen to by his slave, ShadowDancer.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 12:44 pm
Dancer couldn't help but look around at the new base as Meno lead him to the rooms that had been prepared for Meno, the Alichino removing the chain from his collar once they stepped inside. Their chests were brought in by a few guards then they were left alone to unpack. Dancer instantly started with unpacking their clothes into the massive closet while Meno fed the imp so they could unpack the case. Once the clothes were put up, Dancer used his magic to get everything basically set up. After he got the furniture in place he set about unpacking the rest of the trunks. The bathing room was taken care of in short order, as was the living room. Then he moved into the bedroom to put fresh linens on the bed and decorated it as Meno dictated where he wanted everything. "We'll have to get things for the kitchen area. So I'll be able to cook, I mean. At least I won't have to go back to where they've put the other pleasure slaves to cook for you now," he said in a soft tone as he hung up silk curtains between the bedroom and the bathing room, not realizing that Meno's attention had shifted away from decorating.
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2014 9:43 am
Malphas quietly walked up to Menoetuis's room with a golden dagger in hand, that object alone should be quite familiar to Dancer. He had tied a lovely rose and spider lily to the handle via the ribbon, it looked quite festive in his opinion, and in a single, swift movement, stabbed Helene's now-dry heart to the door along with a note reading "Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, heart for a heart. Such a shame you've given yours away, guess I'll just have to break someone else now as well." The final touch of course, was that both flowers would shrivel up and die the moment Dancer finished reading the note, and the heart would follow suit. Malphas always did have the taste for theatrics. He was certain that the room was occupied at the moment, so they had to get out of here fast. "Ilea, now!" hopefully Ilea would whisk them back to the treehouse using her shadows, if she didn't, things could become quite sticky.
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2014 11:46 am
A quick look around and Ilea put her arms around Malphas' waist then surrounded both of them with her shadows, then they were gone. Almost as if they'd never been there at all, but for the gift now nailed to the door. Ilea took them directly back to the treehouse
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 6:42 pm
Menoetius was silent as Dancer was tending the decor, walking up to the locked door he closed his eyes leaning his head against it sensing Malphas outside just as the dagger stabbed through and splintered their side of the door the tip of the golden blade a centimeter from his nose but it didn't startle him. Meno instead smiled at this game the other was playing now, only now he could smell the spider lily on the other side of the door along with the rose and the smell of the organ. He slowly became drowsy from the lily and stepped back from the door and rubbed his eyes with his palms.
"It seems we have a present on the other side of the door..." Meno spoke softly.
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2014 2:01 pm
Dancer immediately got down from the ladder the instant he heard the dagger impact the door and rushed over when he caught the effects of the spider lily he could scent. He gently pulled Meno a bit further back from the door and lightly caressed his cheek, "Let me check it, Master..." he said softly then moved to open the door so that Meno could see what had been left. Dancer took in the flowers and the dagger through the heart, acknowledging the threat as well as the memory as he read the note. The flowers and the heart withered and dropped to the floor as ash as he finished reading it, though the dagger and the note remained. He pulled the dagger out of the door and stared at it for a moment, his mind reliving the memory for him. Dredge sitting in his throne-like chair, Dancer at his feet. Then the demon Dredge was talking to was dismissed, leaving them alone. Dredge pulling the golden dagger and expressing his 'displeasure' in the report he'd gotten on Dancer. A few slices and Dancer finally had enough. Somehow, he managed to get the dagger from Dredge and put it between his ribs, straight into his heart. He hadn't been certain who'd been more shocked in that moment, himself or his father. But he now held that same dagger in his hand and slowly closed the door before turning back to Meno, unable to take his eyes off the piece, "He's threatened you now... He says he'll take my heart, that he knows I've given it to you... So he'll take you from me..." he said softly, his voice barely there. With that message, Malphas showed that he was as heartless as the person he'd taken the heart from for the message. And managed to scare the living hell out of Dancer. He found himself frozen in this moment, his eyes on the dagger in his hands. He couldn't even think of a life without Meno in it. Just the thought of Meno dying was enough to leave him shaking. He shook his head slightly, "I can't... I can't lose you... I can't..." he whispered softly, his voice cracking at the end in a heart wrenching sound.
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 7:47 am
Menoetius seemed as if he was caught off guard when Dancer had finally touched him and moved him aside, Meno never sensing his slave as a threat and always having his guard down when near him. Knowing the lily was on the other side of the door he stepped back more of his fair share the tiring effect of the lily still clinging to him. He watched Dancer read the note but he remained silent for the moment watching the organ and flowers turn to ash and he stepped back more, covering his mouth in case the ash was kicked up by accident.
Meno could see the despair that seemed to cloud his lovers eyes but he smiled at him lowering his sleeve ever so slightly his movements seeming fragile and weak as he moved to him and gently grasped the blade and removed it from Dancer's hands. Meno looking up at Dancer gently pushed the flawless silver hair behind his ear and gently smoothed his finger tips over his cheek.
"He will never take me from you, I'll come back one way or another and I will always find you." Meno spoke in a whisper and a soft laugh escaped his lips as he suddenly leaned into Dancer's chest and groaned, "I'm so tired... let's just pretend Malphas never arrived and climb into bed for now. The rest of the decorating can wait."
Meno gathered enough energy to stand straight and he looked at the dagger in his hand throwing it onto one of the blue satin chairs and dragging his slave to the bed with him.
"Such an insufferable allergy.." he laughed once more laying down, "It must of been one picked at it's peak, they usually don't affect me that easily unless they're directly on me.."
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 1:50 pm
Dancer gave him a tender smile, "Alright. We'll lay down," he agreed softly. He used a small touch of magic to obliterate all traces of ash and spider lily pollen. That left him with the dagger and note but it was enough for him. He set the note on the table beside the door then put a supporting arm around Meno's waist and helped him to the bed. Once Meno sat down, he pulled his shoes off then tucked him in before removing his own boots and jacket then joined him in the bed wearing only his tights. He laid on his side with his head propped up on one hand as he used the other hand to gently move his fingers through Meno's hair soothingly, "I'm not going anywhere, Master... I'll be right here when you wake up again..." he said in a soft whisper.
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 2:14 pm
Meno lay in bed now his eyes heavy but he looked to Dancer as his hair was being brushed by his slave and he closed his eyes for a short moment to finally fall asleep without a word. He slept without disturbance and not a dream affected him as he did, nothing would wake him from this comfortable rest and even in his sleep he could always sense Dancer next to him.
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 2:42 pm
Dancer kept watch over Meno as he slept but used his magic to finish decorating the rooms and getting everything in place. He kept moving his hand through Meno's hair, giving him what comfort he could as he slept. After about an hour, he settled himself back against the pillows and used his magic to bring him the dagger. As it moved into his hand, he remembered using it on his father. After it was done and Deluge was dead, he'd run as far and as fast as he could. But now he knew he'd never actually been able to leave that moment behind him. As confident as Meno was, Dancer knew his beloved was at risk simply because he loved him. He leaned his head back and wondered how he could have put Meno at risk like this. How could he have forgotten about Malphas? He just couldn't figure out where he'd gone wrong...
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 3:51 pm
Meno quietly shifted next to Dancer and opened his eyes looking at Dancer as he looked over the dagger, "I can feel your doubts.. He doesn't know how to kill me, put me to sleep, yes, kill not at all. No one knows how to properly kill an Alichino darling.."
He rubbed his eyes and looked around at the room, "You finished decorating.. Thank you." Leaning over Meno laid a soft kiss on Dancers forehead and leaned back to look into his eyes, "You worry too much."
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 4:46 pm
Dancer gave a soft sigh and shifted so that his head was resting against Meno's chest, "I can't help but worry, Master... I love you too much to lose you... It would kill me if something happened to you..." he said softly, being honest with him. He'd been through so much. He'd only just found the one person he could truly love. To lose him would do more than break his heart and it scared him to death.
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 6:29 pm
Meno's face became serious as he looked into Dancer's eyes his tone becoming vicious, "You're not going to lose me! Do you really think I'm that weak?!"
Meno felt through his short black hair in frustration and got up, moving to his clothing trunk to find himself fresh clothes to wear, "Run me a bath... No more word of this until we talk to Rin."
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 6:57 pm
With that outburst, Dancer knew he'd screwed up majorly. But instead of trying to defend himself, he simply got up and did as he was told, keeping his head down. He swallowed all of his emotions over the whole situation, "Yes, Master," he said in a soft whisper that easily covered the emotional turmoil moving through him. He knew there was nothing he could say to make things right again. So he fell into simple and silent obedience. He moved into the bathing room and ran the bath then set out the towels and soaps, and added a little bit of Meno's favorite oil to the bath water. As he worked, he tried to figure out how to explain his fear but could come up with nothing adequate. How to explain it? The only other person he'd ever cared about this much had been his mother. He'd been forced to watch her die, had lost the only person he'd ever cared for. Then he'd fallen into his father's hands where he'd been taught that he was unlovable and had lived through hell, taught to expect blows instead of tender touches and to fear doing anything wrong. He'd been forced to kill the man to escape that life. His life had taught him that he couldn't be loved, that he couldn't have someone who loved him. His life had taught him not to trust safety or the assurance that someone would always be there. But how to explain this to Meno? It wasn't that he thought Meno was weak or had a lack of faith in his ability to survive. It was simply that he was afraid...
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 7:35 pm
Menoetius scratched his forehead and closed his eyes and sighed, picking out a black silk kimono top along with black pants and looked through his boots finding heeled boots with belts going all the way up to the knee and he moved to the bathroom dropping his things on the ground. He pulled off what he had left on and got into the tub, remaining silent as he started to scrub himself, taking in the scents of the oils.
He wasn't sure what to say to his lover now, and refused to talk either way, pressing the soul to his lips and continued to think in silence.
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