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 Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2016 6:50 pm
 A place for those who seek the help of Norcross. A safe haven for all.
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2016 5:38 am
The ones who are hardest to love Often need it the most
The ones who are hardest to love Often need it the most
The ones who are hardest to love Often need it the most ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Do you trust me?  Sage lifted his gaze to view the large estate before him. He shook away the fragments of memories that clouded his mind and pressed onwards. He was almost there. He walked down the long drive, supporting the male's weight with ease. He was lighter than he appeared, which was surprising. Sage had to be gentle because if he didn't, he feared that he might break this man. He approached the manor, unable to help the pang of nostalgia that hit him. The place had barely changed a bit! Although some things were different, it was still beautiful. He approached the door and knocked loudly, shifting his hostage's weight slightly. The door opened to reveal a middle aged woman with a stern face. The maid allowed the door to swing wide open as she called out with shock. "Lord Freed! What have you done, you fiend?!" Sage looked over to the ravenette, frowning. Was this Freed Norcross? No. It couldn't be.. Can it? But why was he in that alleyway then? Whatever the case, from the look on the maid's face, he had a bit of explaining to do. She was acting like he was some sort of sexual predator. "I'll have you know, that I haven't violated anyone against their will in years!" He announced indignantly, choosing not to add that the thought of violating this male had crossed his mind a few times on the trip over here. Before she could open her mouth to retort, he cut her off. "Look... He collapsed in an alley so I brought him here. Besides, I was invited... See?" He dug around in his shirt with his free hand and withdrew a faded and worn envelope. It had been a letter from the late duke of Norcross. It explained to the reader that Sage was a welcomed guest and that he should be treated as such. It also expressed the duke's will for the barbarian to look after Freed. The maid reread the letter a few times before giving a reluctant nod and returning it to him while she stepped aside, permitting him entrance into the manor. She directed him to Freed's room with a suspicious glare and helped him change the duke into some comfortable wear. Of course, by 'help' she actually just kicked him out of the room until she had finished changing him. Sage stood beside the bed, watching him sleep for a few moments before he started undressing. The maid squeaked with disapproval and he gave her a nonchalant shrug, leaving her to watch if she wished. Which she didn't seem to, as she hastily fled the room and closed the door behind her with him calling out a two word explanation after her. "Body heat." Freed appeared cold and sick, so he'd keep him warm with heat from his body. As simple as that. His clan used to do it all the time. Sage slid into the bed beside the duke and lay on his back, crossing his arms behind his head and using them as a pillow. He didn't bother closing his eyes, as he did not wish to sleep. Whenever he slept, he pictured them. His wife and child. Had they lived another lifetime, maybe they would still be together? He sighed and stared at the ceiling. Then take my hand▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ I've been fighting since I was a child I am not a survivor
I've been fighting since I was a child I am not a survivor
I've been fighting since I was a child I am not a survivor  I am a warrior❣ LOCATION → Lionis
❣ COMPANY → Stranger
❣ DATING → Nobody
❣ OOC → Hope this is okay. sweatdrop
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2016 8:50 am
 ▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Freed Orleander Norcross Duke of Norcross
❛All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy.
That's how far the world is from where I am.
Just one bad day.❜
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I'm feeling: Unwell | I'm with: ??? | I have: $400EC
His mother was a tyrant. Each and every single day, she'd scream for the maids to bring the children to her and they would urge them to hide some where safe and well out of sight. There was a hatch in the backyard that was covered up with the grass that grew, which was also one of the reasons that they never fully trim the weeds that grew. They'd keep it fairly long. At least long enough to keep it well hidden out of sight. Freed would open the hatch and hide his siblings in the basement whereas he would stay behind and let their mother find him. He knew if they were to disappear, the maids would be the one that had to suffer the consequences. They were nothing but slaves to the duchess, low lives that were born to serve those with power. The little boy would obediently walk up to the woman when she called for him, and he'd be questioned as to where his siblings were. "They're playing with the children in town." he would answer and that would earn him a hard slap across the face along with her high pitched yelling as she insulted him with horrible names. That was the kindest she was to him. Some other days, he would hide his siblings in the wooden cupboard while his mother brutally beat his fragile body with the nearest object she could get her hands on. On rare occasions, she would find his siblings but the boy would shield them both with his frail body. Freed was a boy who grew up in domestic violence and he understood very well what it was like for others who experienced the same thing he did. He knew it was much worse for slaves in Cirque de Lune and he aims to free them one by one even though he knew it would most likely be off with his head if he was ever found out. Even after the many years that he was free from his mother's wrath, Freed still suffered the after effects, the mild depression that would hit him every now and then. He would suffer from long and sleepless nights, insomnias and from there, it took a toll on his body. Just like how it did when he wandered the streets earlier today.
His body shivered when he was unconscious and his body temperature was relatively high, higher than an average person's. His breathing was shallow, accompanied by an occasional hitch of his breath. His condition had stabilized after the maids took care of him, wiped his body off with warm water they had fetched. His cheeks were less flushed and his breathing was much better. With his brows that furrowed and fingers that twitched every now and then, it wasn't too hard to notice that the man was having yet another nightmare of his past. It was all he ever dreamed of and it was also why he forced himself to stay awake at certain occasions. "..father." he would murmur. Night terrors were part of his routine. He'd wake up every night, terrified, sometimes screaming and Layla would come running. That woman who looked after him since he was a child. The woman who became the mother he never had. However, his features seemed to have calmed slightly when the man held Freed. The young duke felt warm, the coldness leaving his body altogether. He was at ease for the first time in many years. He felt calm. His eyes would open after a long while, crimson orbs revealed from underneath his long raven locks that fell past his face. He would wake up to what seemed like.. a person? He jolted awake and backed away almost in an instant. Where was he? Who is this man? His eyebrows furrowed as confusion and a little of what appeared to be fear took over his features. "W-who are you." he questioned, as his eyes scanned the area that appeared familiar. "What are you doing in.. in-.." his manor? His gaze flicked towards the stranger once more. How did he find this place? How did he let himself in? Did the maids know of this? Were they harmed? He attempted to stand up, though he collapsed back onto the bed almost immediately when a sense of lightheadedness washed over him. He still kept his distance from the stranger nonetheless. A man who sexually assaults another was never a good person to begin with.
"I swear upon my name, if you were to harm any members within his household. You won't be let off so easily." he forewarned, crimson irises flickering with slight maliciousness though with the condition of his body, it would be least likely for him to do anything without collapsing once more. If only his body weren't so weak.
Out.Of.Crocodiles: Sorry if I quoted you excessively in my previous post- my phone glitched and I had to edit the repeated contents lasjfaksf emotion_facepalm
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2016 6:50 pm
The ones who are hardest to love Often need it the most
The ones who are hardest to love Often need it the most
The ones who are hardest to love Often need it the most ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Do you trust me? Sage was content to just lie there for however long it took for the duke to wake up. Minutes, hours, days. He didn't care. He didn't even move when a maid came in to deal with Freed's fever. He really was a sickly child, wasn't he? But also a mouthy one. He admitted, recalling the duke's previous words about him being a fiend. That one word seemed to be a common opinion of him as of late. He hadn't even done anything! It was just a little kiss. Nothing to get worked up over. The brunette sighed and glanced over at his charge, taking note of the murmured call and his distressed expression. A nightmare? He rolled over and held the male in his arms, remembering that his daughter used to be comforted by such an action when she suffered nightmares. Slowly that pained expression started to fade from Freed's features and he seemed to relax. But in no time at all he was awake and telling him off. "Me? I am nobody." He replied calmly, propping himself up on an elbow as he resisted the temptation to laugh at the nobleman's futile attempts to stand. "-In... Your bed?" He finished. "Sleeping, obviously." A small lie. Actually it was more of a half truth. He had been resting and providing warmth for his underweight companion. "Speaking of, you should really learn to sleep naked. It's good for your body." The rogue purposely trailed his gaze down Freed's body, but kept his facial expression vacant. He didn't want Freed to get the wrong impression. He wasn't going to rape him. He didn't do that. It wasn't his thing. He closed his eyes as the younger male started speaking once more. Another threat. That seemed to be all he was met with. The only kindness he had faced when his wife had died had been the kindness of this man's father. A beautiful woman with smooth skin the colour of milk chocolate and hair an unusual cascade of red fire smiled at him, her golden eyes warm with a light that was reserved only for him. She wore his necklace. a symbol of their love. His enchanting wife held a laughing child in her arms. His daughter.
Sarah.
The child reached out to him, calling for her daddy. They slowly turned away with the woman motioning for him to follow. Sarah looked back over her mother's shoulder and waved cheerily. But he couldn't follow them. That was a place he could not go. A destination he could not reach. He was still alive and would be sent to Tartarus for all his sins.
Not yet. Soon, my love. One day..Sage reopened his eyes towards the end of Freed's threat, pretending as if nothing had happened. He held his hands up in surrender and laughed. "You're cute when you're mad~" His laughter still remained. "Had I wanted to harm any of you, I doubt you could do a thing to stop me. But as it so happens, I haven't touched anyone in this household.. Apart from you, of course~" The barbarian glanced down at the blanket that exposed most of his scarred upper body. It was just covering the area below his hips. "I wouldn't look under there if I were you. I'm not sure you'd like what you see." He warned cheekily, knowing full well that the duke would probably freak out at the sight of his nakedness. "But if you still don't trust me, even after all we've been through, I might as well go finish my nap in the stables. I've done it before, so it should be fine." Sage stood and appeared to be ready to leave the room without dressing until he realised that the maid from earlier would probably hit him with her shoe if she caught wind of it. Changing his plan a little, he started dressing himself. "Go ahead and watch if you want. The first one's free." He glanced over again, remembering the duke's malicious gaze from earlier. "And don't look at me like that. I did you a favour, trust me." Sage rolled his shoulders back, making a mental note to go digging around the backyard. He had instructed the duke to bury his weapon here somewhere while he was in jail and he hadn't had the chance to find it yet. He fasted the bulky iron weights around his neck, ankles and wrists once more. They reminded him of the time some mercenaries had tried to drown him. That incident had led to him being frozen in ice for a very long time. Then take my hand▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ I've been fighting since I was a child I am not a survivor
I've been fighting since I was a child I am not a survivor
I've been fighting since I was a child I am not a survivor I am a warrior ❣ LOCATION → Lionis, Norcross Manor
❣ COMPANY → Freed
❣ DATING → Nobody
❣ OOC → It's fine! I only got the one notice, so you're good. XD
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2016 10:17 pm
▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Freed Orleander Norcross Duke of Norcross
❛All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy.
That's how far the world is from where I am.
Just one bad day.❜
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I'm feeling: Unwell | I'm with: ??? | I have: $400EC
Freed sighed in discontent when the man refused to address himself and the duke simply shifted his gaze away, now glancing upon his freshly changed clothes. His attempt to stifle his laughter was not hard to miss and the young duke took a glance at him and huffed. As matured as he appeared to his siblings, he still had a child-like tendency to him, very much witnessed by the maids -especially Layla- whenever he was denied of the things he wanted. Perhaps it was because he wanted to be pampered like a child, a feeling he never experienced during the darker days of his childhood. "I see you don't have the etiquette of a man. Laugh if you want." he wouldn't utter another word after that, he wouldn't take another glance. It wasn't because he didn't want to, it was because he couldn't. His body was weak and frail, not as fit as he once was. After a couple moments spent catching his breath, he would straighten himself up and shift his gaze back to the man.
"Sleeping? There are plenty of guest rooms for that." he stated and it was then, he realized. Had the maids let him in? For what reason? What purposes? Who exactly was he? Freed wondered, feeling as if it was futile to question his identity any further seeing as though the barbarian wasn't planning on answering him anytime soon. He hasn't paid much attention to the man up until now. His eyes would first take notice upon the many scars that scattered across his body. The young man's eyebrows furrowed, recalling specks of images he didn't want to remember. The whips, the small cuts his mother would inflict upon him with the kitchen knife. He shuddered and quickly looked away, his face as pale as a sheet but when the man laughed, Freed's thoughts disappeared almost immediately, and he felt the tightness subside. For once, he was grateful that there was company around even though it wasn't needed to start with. Cute, he'd say. "Do not call me cute." he scoffed, reaching for the hairband as he brushed his hair backwards and pulled them up into a ponytail. He was a man, yet he possessed features as delicate as a woman's. That was why he refused to accept any compliments that sounded feminine. "Cute.", "Pretty.", "Beautiful.". In fact, he'd refuse any compliment at all but nonetheless, he would accept them with grace especially within the presence of nobility. When it came to this barbarian, however, Freed refused to compromise. Not after the kiss that was forced upon him. His slender fingers would brush against his lips, feeling the slight swell it still had from how rough the man had been. "I don't think my body can handle the cold air all too well. Unlike you, I'm rather.. sick." he answered, remembering how he'd shiver at the slightest bit of coldness that grazed his skin. His face would fall ever so slightly when the man pointed out his inability to fight back. He was right and Freed made no comeback to defend himself.
"You're right. I wouldn't be able to fight back." he admitted, "But I'd rather you lay your fingers on me than any one else in this household. I'd prefer if no harm befalls them." he answered, crimson orbs flickering with what appeared to be protectiveness. It was one of the aspects both him and his father shared. They were protective of this family, the people in this household. That was what he was taught since birth. To protect people with hands they were blessed with.
It seems this man was quite cheeky with the young duke. Freed turned away, a light shade of pink dusting his cheeks. "I-I don't intend on looking-" he stuttered. How shameless of him! Have he no proper etiquette?! Though when sleeping in the stables was brought up, Freed panicked, turning his head immediately to counter his speech when his gaze caught hold of what he least wishes to see at the moment. He would pause, stare in silence as his body froze up for a split second before he felt the heat surface upon his cheeks. There was a loud cry of surprise and he'd quickly turn away and walk to the corner of the room, away from the man as he allowed him privacy to change. "At least let me know when you intend to change!" he cried out, quite unamused with the sight he had just saw. The duke covered his eyes as he faced the wall, the redness already spreading to his ear. Freed had always helped his younger siblings change when they were little and he should be getting used to such a sight by now but when it came to a grown man, a stranger, Freed was rather at loss for words. "I meant to say you're not allowed to sleep in the stables." he took a deep breath and turned around, meeting his grey orbs with crimson ones. He recalled the guards from earlier that were in search of him and the young duke could only assume he was the criminal they spoke of. Judging by his actions so far, he didn't prove to be much harm and although he knew very well what the consequences were for sheltering a wanted man, Freed allowed him to stay nonetheless. "I will have the maids prepare a room. I assume the guards are still in search for you, so you may stay for as long as you wish. Consider this a token of my gratitude. Treat this place as your home." he gave a formal nod of his head, taking note of the weights he fastened upon his limbs. Just who is he?
With a shake of his head, he pushed open the door and there stood Layla, her face filled with worry and concern as she checked his temperature, inspect his body for any possible injuries. "Lord Freed, are you feeling better? Are you feeling lightheaded? Are you hurt anywhere at all?" It was then, his stern appearance softened and a soft chuckle could be heard as he gently held her hands within his. "As I've said many times. 'Freed' would do. Please do not stress, it'd be such a shame for a frown to cloud your features." he would then plant a kiss upon the back of her hand, as a token of his gratitude for her many years spent taking care of him. She was old, yet she insisted to say and serve him despite her aging body. Freed was eternally grateful for her, for being the only mother he had. "Please have the maids prepare a room for this honourable man. He shall be treated as a respected guest in this manor. I am in debt to him, after all." he stated, and his gaze would turn to the man that stood within his room.
"I believe I have yet to formally introduce myself. I am Freed, the eldest son of Lionel Norcross." with the bow of his neck, he lifted his gaze once more. This time, a small flicker of reluctance flashed across his features. "..thank you, for helping me earlier."
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2016 1:24 am
The ones who are hardest to love Often need it the most
The ones who are hardest to love Often need it the most
The ones who are hardest to love Often need it the most ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Do you trust me? The childish display from Freed was actually quite amusing, and even a little... Endearing. He obviously didn't like the fact that Sage was keeping his identity a secret. "Etiquette? I wasn't born a noble so I've never needed it." He paused before ruefully admitting a small weakness. "Besides, I don't... Understand the language well enough to use formalities." When he had first been freed from the ice, Sage hadn't understood a word anyone had said. Sure they were speaking the same language as he, but the dialect had changed somewhat. It was only while he was locked up, that he started to adjust to the language change. A female guard assigned to his block was very literate and although she never offered to help him read, she did help him understand spoken words. She taught him for years until she had been killed in one of the prison riots. "Yeah, but it's been a while since I've slept with someone, so I had no problem sharing a bed with you.." He returned his gaze to the bed, surprised that Freed didn't make a fuss about waking up next to a naked man. "And from what I saw, you didn't seem to mind it too much, either." He added slyly, quickly running his fingers through his hair in an effort to tidy it somewhat. He snorted with amusement. "I don't take orders from you... Cutie." A smirk curved his lips when, from the corner of his eye, he saw Freed gently brushing his lips with his fingers. Obviously he was remembering their kiss. It had been rougher than he'd meant it to be, but he didn't take it back. Next time he would be gentler. And there would be a next time. "That's why you sleep with someone else and have a lot of blankets. Your body would warm better with another person's warmth." Sage stated matter-of-factly, his features becoming blank and impassive at the duke's next words. "There's no need to get so defensive. I don't plan on harming you, or anyone else. Well... Anyone in this household anyway." He conceded, Freed's protectiveness reminding so much of his late father. Finally, he turned his head to actually look at the younger male. "Are you sure? Well, it's your loss." He teased, picking up the fallen letter he had showed the maid earlier. He pocketed it quickly, figuring that Freed didn't need to see it, or know of his true intentions. At least not yet. Another surprising burst of laughter rumbled from the barbarian's chest at the sight of the ravenette's exaggerated reaction to his nakedness. "Why? It doesn't bother me who sees." Back in the Knell he had been forced to routinely strip naked in front of many others. And eventually one got used to it. Besides, one has to be comfortable with their body to some degree if they planned on selling it for money. And he did. "What do you mean, 'not allowed'? Why not? The horses like me." He frowned and crossed his arms in front of his broad chest, clenching his jaw with irritation. His father had always allowed him to sleep in the stables. When he first came to the estate, Freed's father had at first kept him in the basement until he was sober, and then he had tried to make Sage stay in the house with his family. But eventually he had given in and allowed Sage to remain with the horses, since he always escaped the house to go there anyway. "As my home...?" Sage gazed out of the window, taking in the scenery outside. No. This was not like his home. His home was gone. His tribe destroyed. He didn't belong anywhere and had nowhere to go. Sage didn't bother acting surprised that Freed had figured out that it was he, who the guards were looking for. He was obviously intelligent. "I don't need a room. And I only plan to stay long enough to fulfil my promise. Then I'm gone." He allowed his arms to fall to his sides, and faced the young duke. A maid entered then, a woman with a familiar face. Layla? He couldn't name why she looked so familiar. Maybe she had worked here when the duke had taken him in? No. That was impossible. She would have had to have been a young child if that were the case. Before the motherly maid could leave, Sage interrupted. "Don't waste your time. I will not use it. I am sleeping outside. Though if the duke wishes me to stay... He'd have to allow me to share a bed with him." The brunette winked and headed for the door, intending to go find his sword. When he reached the doorway, he paused. "I know who you are. Don't bother thanking me. We're even. And... I don't deserve it." He ventured out into the hallway then, lifting a hand to curl around the precious necklace around his neck. The very necklace his wife had worn. The necklace he had given as a gift to his daughter for her third birthday. The necklace that was supposed to symbolise love, but only brought death. "Where can I get something to eat? I'm starving." He would use his own hunger as an excuse to get Freed to eat. That was the first step of many in recovering one's health. Then take my hand▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ I've been fighting since I was a child I am not a survivor
I've been fighting since I was a child I am not a survivor
I've been fighting since I was a child I am not a survivor I am a warrior ❣ LOCATION → Lionis, Norcross Manor
❣ COMPANY → Freed Norcross
❣ DATING → Nobody
❣ OOC →
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2016 2:39 am
▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Freed Orleander Norcross Duke of Norcross
❛All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy.
That's how far the world is from where I am.
Just one bad day.❜
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I'm feeling: Unwell | I'm with: ??? | I have: $400EC
Formalities, he says. Then again, Freed was never one who paid any mind to such things. He was only upset over the barbarian's stifled laughter and his harassment Freed so very 'luckily' received. "Formalities do not run around our household so do speak as you please." Freed had mixed with the town folk's children when he was little and he picked up on the small slang they'd add into their conversation. It was a little strange for a noble boy speaking in such way but his father supposed it was alright so long he behaves in front of other noblemen and women. The young lord would have left the conversation at that, however, it seems the man had decided to bring up the fact he was in the same bed as the young man. To stress him out even further, the man was naked. He rubbed his fingers against his temple as he closed his eyes and shook his head, boiling with frustration as he brought up something he least wanted to be reminded of at the moment. "I would have very much appreciated if you would leave such things be but you just love to bring such topics up, don't you." he scoffed, grabbing the coat the maids had hung on the rack. He wouldn't speak any further, not to this man. Or at least not until he addressed Freed as a 'cutie'. His crimson orbs would dart towards the barbarian, his face flushed from irritation and the slowly building frustration. "Shut up. You are not allowed to call me cute." For goodness sake, what did this man want from him! Has he not teased him enough? Freed huffed and carried himself out of the room once his coat was up and around his body. He could still feel the slight coldness on his skin but it wasn't as unbearable as before. The young man was half thankful for the barbarian.
"As a matter of fact, I do not simply 'sleep' with others so easily, unlike you, it seems." countered the man, as he slid his gloves off and shoved it into his pocket. When the man would reassure the young duke that he would not lay his finger upon anyone in the house, his shoulders would loosen up. However, his statement was only valid for the people in this house. His mind drifted to the mother and child he came across earlier today, the people that remained so wary when he passed by. Would he harm them? Freed cast him a glance once more. He supposed not. Somehow, this man had an air of familiarity to him, as if the young duke had seen him somewhere before. To come by this home so easily, was this where he had intended to come in the first place? His suspicions would disappear as soon as the man laughed. No. This man couldn't possibly be a friend of his father's. This man was bonkers. Flustered, he strode down the hallways and left him be. "It may not bother you but it bothers me! If you'd please, I do not find comfort at the sight of a naked man in my room!" the young man whined and the maids that passed him by would stare in miraculously at the small tantrum he was throwing. First, he would appear naked before him. The next, he would claim that the horses have a liking to him. Freed stopped in his footsteps, his gaze meeting a dissatisfied frown when he turned around. He'd offer a sarcastic smile before he turned away once more. Absurd! But as much as he'd protest, Freed supposed the man was allowed to do what he wanted since he so 'kindly' brought him home.
"Do as you please." he answered.
He was not at all swayed when the man refused to have a room prepared for him. It doesn't seem as if he planned to stay long either though when the man spoke of his 'home', he appeared.. empty. Freed paid no mind to that. He didn't understand who he was and he could only keep quiet and carry on with his own business. There was no need to dig up old scars, no need to find out too much about a passerby who'd leave after a few days.
"You-..!" just when he thought everything was settled, it seems another problem has arose. With his features flushed and hands quivering from his slowly boiling temper, he turned around and grunted. "Then so be it. Sleep outside. In the stables. Wherever you see fit." sleep with him? Freed had thought this man was crazy, but never as much as a lunatic. He shook his head, recalling exactly how frigid it would get at night when his mother would lock him outside. A child's body was far weaker than a man's but he knew it'd be cold nonetheless.
Unbelievable. "Fine. The bed it is." he rolled his eyes and strode off, leaving Layla speechless and frustrated at the scene that played before her. His footsteps would click as he made his way down the broad stairway. It was no surprise if the barbarian knew who he was. The towns folk do. There were rumors that spread, that he was purchasing slaves to free them but they had no proof. At least not enough to seize him. The sweet aroma of meat filled the area as he made his way down the hall and into the kitchen. The maids were preparing food, enough for all of them to eat together. It was a rule set by the young lord, that they would all feast together in the dining hall. They were not slaves to Freed. He viewed them as family, as people dear to him. He took the glass of wine that was handed to him and he'd pass the other to the man he assumed would be behind him. "The bell would ring in five. The maids are almost done with lunch. If there's anywhere in this manor you'd like to head off to, go ahead. Please don't break my father's possessions." he stated, flickering his gaze to his maids.
"I would help you if I can but I'm afraid I might spread my cold to you all. If you'll excuse me."
Out.Of.Crocodiles: "when he has first been 'freed' from the ice." emotion_awesome
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2016 4:08 am
The ones who are hardest to love Often need it the most
The ones who are hardest to love Often need it the most
The ones who are hardest to love Often need it the most ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Do you trust me? Sage shook his head but said nothing. He didn't need permission to speak. He spoke as he wished. In a tribe of like minded barbarians, there was no need for formalities. He could speak however he wished and others did the same. He followed the duke out of the room. "I do. Especially if it means that I get to see you like that.." His charge didn't seem to like being complimented, but that just made it more fun. "I can and I will. You said I could speak freely, remember?" He rubbed his hands together, feeling the jagged scars cut across each palm press together. Two identical scars, one on each hand. The day he got them was a day that was always on his mind. His wedding day. 'Unlike you, it seems.' Sage allowed the comment to slide, sensing that his companion was close to anger. This boy knew nothing of his past. Of his history. So he didn't realise how cutting that one comment was. Not that he let it show. He only smirked and nodded his head. Let him think what he wanted to think. It didn't matter. He had a promise to keep. He would do everything he could to return the young duke to full health and ensure his safety until he could take care of himself. Then he would leave. "Oh, I'm sure you'll get used to it eventually. Everyone does~" The male trailed his gaze suggestively down Freed's body as he followed him out of the room. He had a nice a**. Sage didn't care if the maids noticed him checking their boss out. It wasn't like they would say anything. He hadn't touched Freed yet, so it was fine. "I will!" He retorted childishly. It seemed that age didn't equate to maturity. He sighed, reaching up to twist a long lock of his hair into a braid. His daughter used to do his hair at night when she couldn't sleep, even if she was blind. He twined a small blue cord into the braid and left it be when he had finished. "I win this round, it seems." The barbarian lifted an arched brow with surprise at Freed's next comment. "Oh? What made you change your mind? Not that I'm complaining.." He followed the ravenette to the kitchen and his body tensed at the glass offered to him. It appeared to be wine. Alcohol. No. He couldn't take it. He took it and gave it to a nearby maid. Alcohol... It no longer sat well with him. He listened to the spoken words and frowned. The warrior within him wanted to tie Freed up and force the food down his throat. But he knew he couldn't do that to him. He wasn't like the other men he had grown up around. That approach wouldn't work with him. "If you don't eat, I'll force feed it to you." He threatened. It was a bluff. But if he was called out on it, he could think of other ways to persuade him. Sage could sexually harass him until he ate. Or he could just starve himself as well, and anyone with a sense of proper etiquette, would have to eat to ensure the comfortability of their guest. "Or... I could just harass you or your maids if you'd prefer? Either way. You're eating." His arms once again crossed in front of his broad chest. Then take my hand▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ I've been fighting since I was a child I am not a survivor
I've been fighting since I was a child I am not a survivor
I've been fighting since I was a child I am not a survivor I am a warrior ❣ LOCATION → Lionis, Norcross Manor
❣ COMPANY → Freed Norcross
❣ DATING → Nobody
❣ OOC → XDD Funny, right? Sorry it is short!
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2016 6:04 am
▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Freed Orleander Norcross Duke of Norcross
❛All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy.
That's how far the world is from where I am.
Just one bad day.❜
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I'm feeling: Unwell | I'm with: ??? | I have: $400EC
He frowned, noticing how the barbarian found it fun to verbally harass him. He knew the right thing to do was to ignore what has been said but the young man would not accept such words coming from a person such as he! "I am not a tool for you to toy with!" he cried out, whatever image he had as a gentleman shattering altogether in the presence of the barbarian. Freed was spoiled by his father long before he grew into a young man but even so, he had never once threw a fit in front of his father but this man, this man pulled the brat right out of him. "You-..!" Freedom of speech, of course. That was what he said earlier. How he wished he would have just kept his mouth shut. He would strangle the man right then and there but he was taught to have patience, to ignore those who were troublemakers. His hands would ball into a fist as he crossed them behind his back, taking a deep breath as he forced his temper back down. It had been quite a long while since he felt so frustrated. Freed had always been a patient man but it seems things have took quite a turn. No wonder the maids were so surprised.
Displeased, he uttered a "harumph" when he found himself unable to counter his statement any longer.
What sort of promise did he have to fulfil to stay in this manor? Had he wronged somebody? It was then, his verbal harassment would begin again. "I will not tolerate naked men in my manor!" he huffed and puffed. He didn't want to get used to such things. Especially not the sight of him stripped down to the core. He wasn't interested in looking at men. Then again, neither was he towards women. What is he interested in then? An image of what he saw earlier today flashed across his mind and the man quickly shook his head. Moments passed and he felt a slight discomfort, not from his illness but rather, as if he was being watched. Finally unable to comprehens, Freed turned around and his expression took a slight shift once he came to realize what the barbarian was doing. Is the man staring at his body? He shuddered uncontrollably. Is he interested in men? Freed certainly wasn't. "What do you think you're doing?" he frowned, eyeing him cautiously as he crossed his arms in return.
"I will!" the man childishly countered. In that split second, a small snicker escaped the young man's lips though when he came to realize what he was doing, he stopped immediately. It appears this man wasn't as horrible as he initially thought he'd be. Or so he thought. When he asked the young duke the reason he had changed his mind, Freed didn't answer. He didn't need to. What was he going to say? That it'd be cold outside? That he wasn't coldhearted enough to chase him out? He heaved sigh, only choosing to give him a precaution. "You won't be able to sleep at night." he'd wake up to an anxiety attack, sometimes sobbing in his sleep. Every night he spent was terrible and it had been many long years since he has been able to sleep peacefully. His crimson orbs looked at the glass of wine that made it's way back to one of his maids. Not a fan of alcohol? A person like him? Freed's eyebrows would quirk up with curiosity but no questions would be asked.
"..and why are you getting so worked up for?" he asked as he snuck a glance at the man. He would frown and shook his head. "I don't have any appetite. I'll wait for dinner." He wasn't serious when he said he'd force feed the young duke now, was he? He wasn't sure. There was no signs of bluffing upon his expression, neither was there any signs that he'd take such actions. Either way, he wasn't hungry and he wasn't going to eat but upon hearing the threat that followed after, Freed appeared shaken. "You will touch no one in this house. I suppose you'll stick to your words. Will you not?" countered the young man as he carried himself out of the kitchen, not wanting to spread his cold about. He may appear indifferent at the moment but his crimson irises would reveal a small sense of nostalgia. A smile would curve his lips ever so slightly as he recalled the memories of his father. He, too, had worried over his health and had forced him to eat at least half of what was served on the plate despite knowing the young boy would most probably throw up the contents of his stomach.
"Father used to do the same. He'd force me to eat when I had no appetite and he'd scold me for throwing up later on, about how it is wrong for a man to be so weak." Freed stated as he shook his head with a light chuckle. "..but it seems I have become the opposite of what he wanted me to be." the rest of his sentence was spoken in an inaudible whisper, not meant for anyone to hear. His softened features would only show for a short moment before he'd retort to his cold demeanor, as if nothing had happened at all. He brought his cup to his lips and took a small sip, savouring the lingering sweetness of the wine upon his tongue. "Either way, I'm not eating lunch. The feast should start soon. The dining hall is just down the hallway."
Out.Of.Crocodiles: WELL IT SEEMS FREED HAS A NICE a** NOW EH?
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2016 11:17 pm
The ones who are hardest to love Often need it the most
The ones who are hardest to love Often need it the most
The ones who are hardest to love Often need it the most ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Do you trust me? Freed a tool? No. He was just a source of entertainment for now. "I never said you were," Sage responded coolly, turning his face away to hide the slight quirk to his lips. This small tantrum made the noble seem like a brat. And it wasn't exactly a disagreeable quality, either. He made a mental note to give Lionel's letter to Layla. At least then everyone would be on the same page, and the household staff might stop looking at him so weirdly. 'I will not tolerate naked men in my manor!' Cute. He turned to face Freed and lifted a brow tauntingly. "Well lucky for you I'm fully clothed." The interior of the manor was actually pretty impressive, and Sage took a few moments to take it in. He's never been in a house like this before. When he was with his tribe, they gravitated more towards caves than houses. "Me? Oh, I'm just looking at something nice." He answered vaguely, knowing full well that he had been caught out in the act. Oh well. What could Freed do about it? Nothing with his current health issues. 'You won't be able to sleep at night.' Sage shook his head. He had escaped with his daughter to a snowy mountain range. He could handle the cold. But rather than letting on any details about his past, he opened his mouth to say something else. "Does this mean that you're worried about me, cutie?" He chuckled, ignoring the look sent his way when he refused the alcohol. He hadn't had a glass of spirits since the late duke had gotten him clean. The same went for drugs a well. He hadn't touched any of the stuff even while in the Khell. "I'm not getting worked up. You are!" Another juvenile retort from the century old rogue. He frowned, hating the fact that Freed was right. He kept his promises. All of them. Although now he was starting to regret that. "Why should I keep my promise? I'm just a fiend, remember?" The brunette gazed over at the food being prepared, his mouth beginning to water against his will. It had been so long since he's had a proper meal. He'd have to change tactics. "No matter. I won't touch anyone." He dragged his gaze from the food, allowing his eyes to briefly pass over everyone in the room. Their faces. Their movements. Them. Sage quietly instructed a maid to being a plate of food to the duke's room when it was ready, averting his attention to the ravenette moments later when Lionel was mentioned. "Nah. I don't think so. You're pretty strong." The words came unbidden to his lips and when the warrior realised his mistake of speaking them aloud, he covered it up by coughing and snatching the glass from Freed. He picked the duke up and carried him over his shoulder, leaving the glass on a bench as he passed. "Plan B, then. Two choices. Either you don't eat and I walk around naked until you do, or you eat and I remain fully clothed." He thought about it for a moment as he carried the male to his room. He needed to add more incentive. "And.. If you eat, for the duration of the meal, I will answer any question you have. Deal?" Sage recalled how irritated Freed had seemed about not getting a name from him earlier, so hopefully this worked. Then take my hand▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ I've been fighting since I was a child I am not a survivor
I've been fighting since I was a child I am not a survivor
I've been fighting since I was a child I am not a survivor I am a warrior ❣ LOCATION → Lionis, Norcross Manor
❣ COMPANY → Freed Norcross
❣ DATING → Nobody
❣ OOC → I DECIDED TO MAKE SAGE THE KIND OF CHARACTER WHICH ALWAYS MAKES SOMEONE SMILE WHEN YOU READ HIS REPLY, SO NATURALLY HE'S GOING TO BE A BIT OF A PERVERT. rofl
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2016 1:49 am
▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Freed Orleander Norcross Duke of Norcross
❛All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy.
That's how far the world is from where I am.
Just one bad day.❜
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I'm feeling: Unwell | I'm with: ??? | I have: $400EC
He'd ignore the man as he spoke of his fully clothed body. If he were to strip in front of him one more time, Freed would very much chase him out of the house even though he knew full-well he wouldn't be able to tolerate the guilt and let him come back in soon after. However, when the barbarian spoke, it seems his something 'nice' wasn't exactly nice to Freed at all. He frowned, eyeing the man with eyes that screamed "Pervert!" before he'd turn away with a huff. He couldn't be bothered by the barbarian's actions seeing as though he found pleasure in picking on the young duke's little retorts and whines.
Was he worried about the man? Freed pondered that question himself. He was a natural worrier after all but he'd rather die that so willingly admit it to a stranger. A vein would pop on the corner of his forehead when he'd once again be addressed as 'Cutie'. "A man does not appreciate being called cute!" this time, it was a full-fledge cry of despair that escaped his throat. His voice would echo throughout the hallway which would startle the maids that were preparing their dishes. Some would remain silent, some would chuckle at his reaction. Embarrassed, Freed would strode off with his brightly flushed cheeks, not without sending another wave of retort his way. "I am not worried! Not by the likes of you!" When he turned around once more to meet the frown that was now present upon the barbarian's features, his own lips would curve into a satisfied smile though at the words the man used to counter him with, Freed's expression would take a slight change. "Just how old are you. Still countering my words like a small child." he'd point that out but he knew he was just about the same as the barbarian. They were but two young children bickering with each other. When the subject of how he was called a 'fiend' was brought up, Freed would downcast his gaze, feeling the slight guilt that surfaced within him. But that was what he'd get for forcing a kiss on him. His lips still stung ever so slightly from where he once kissed him and the young man breathed a frustrated sigh as he was once again reminded of the event that took place earlier today. "..sorry." he murmured, "It just slipped naturally.." he reluctantly apologized but he still did offer a proper apology nonetheless. He figured the man deserved at least that much for helping him. He noticed how the man appeared to be hungry when he'd glance at the food that was being prepared. How long has it been since he had a proper meal? Freed would make sure he'd be properly fed. At the sight of his 'attacker', Freed almost thought his actions were rather.. 'cute'.
"Nah. I don't think so. You're pretty strong." his eyes widened in surprise at the words he'd so suddenly spout. It appears, the barbarian was rather flustered that he had spoken such words aloud. Had he heard? Freed remained silent, finding the atmosphere rather tensed at the moment. He'd retreat to his room, get some rest, perhaps read a book or two but before he was able to run off, his enjoyable glass off wine was snatched from the confinements of his finger. His world would spin for a moment before he found himself being carried as if he weighed nothing at all. "Put me down right this instant! You-.. you-..!!" he'd struggle desperately as he squirmed about. Freed wasn't fond of being touched and he certainly wasn't happy to be carried on the shoulder either. "It is none of your business that I do not wish to eat! Put me down!" Where exactly is Layla when he needed her to get him out of this mess. Eventually, he'd get worn out as he started coughing over his rough attempts in struggling. After that, he'd just dangle limply from the barbarian's shoulder, not bothering to move at all. Being upside down was not a pleasant feeling at all and feeling the blood slowly rush to his head isn't exactly the most comforting feeling in the world either. "..dizzy.." he'd murmur quietly.
It seems as though this man wasn't about to let him go unless he agreed to eat. Freed fell silent, eventually tapping him against the back to let him know he agreed to his offer. "Any question at all?" he asked, desperately craving for the man to put him down right this instant. His head was feeling rather heavy at the moment and he didn't have the strength to push himself up. He'd most likely pass out if the man were to keep it up. This man, this barbarian. He'd be the death of the young duke.
Out.Of.Crocodiles: SAGE MAKES ME SO FRUSTRATED SOMETIMES LOL BUT HE IS SO LOVABLE I CAN'T EVEN.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2016 1:46 am
The ones who are hardest to love Often need it the most
The ones who are hardest to love Often need it the most
The ones who are hardest to love Often need it the most ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Do you trust me? Sage held his hands up in surrender. "I'm only giving my honest opinion so there's no need to look at me like that!" What was Freed's problem? Was he anti-intimacy or something? The barbarian huffed and continued after him, hiding the small smirk that blessed his lips with the back of his scarred hand. "Are you sure? Because for a moment there, you seemed pretty concerned. Especially considering that I'm just a stranger. You don't even know my name." He loved making this stoic duke flustered. His words may seem harsh, but what made the moment cute was the way his cheeks flushed a light pink colour as he strode off. Sage was glad that Lionel had made him promise to look after Freed. This was the most enjoyment he'd had in years! The sudden question regarding his age made the escaped prisoner almost choke on his own words. How old was he? Eighty? Ninety? He mentally calculated the years spent in the Knell, and added on the extra time spent in the ice and before he'd been drowned. He should be roughly one hundred years old. Give or take. Geez, he was ancient. Sage mentally groaned and replied with a slight shrug to his broad shoulders. "I'm old enough to refuse an answer to that question." He replied flatly, unable to help but wonder how old this young duke was. In his twenties, maybe? But his eyes held a heavy light to them that made him seem older. He had obviously seen many horrors in his short life here. His thoughts were interrupted by a begrudging apology that caused a chuckle to escape him. "Don't worry about it. As punishment you can help me adjust to the new language. You seem to... Speak it fluently. And rather well, I might add." Some of the household staff looked as if they wanted to stop him when he picked up their duke. But even if they had intervened, they wouldn't have been able to do anything about it. He was surely stronger than any of them. He ignored them and focused his attention on Freed. "'You' what? 'You fiend'? 'You beast'? What?" His tone held a sharp edge of amusement but his eyes were dark, now the colour of a winter storm at sea. Sage was usually so honest with his emotions, especially anger, but at that moment he was impossible to read. But in no time at all, he was back to his usual self with a flippant comment. "It's my business now, Sweetheart." The brunette didn't bother filling in the details. Now that he was in charge of Freed's health and safety, everything to do with this boy was his business. A small tap at his back and a murmured word, made him pause. "Hmm? Oh..." He hadn't realised the effect being carried this way would have on Freed when he was conscious. It was fine when he had collapsed, but not now. Maybe he should have carried him in his arms? It was too late now. A maid opened the door to Freed's room and held it open for him as he entered. He set the ravenette down on the bed with a gentleness that was surprising. Barbarians weren't known to be gentle. But Sage had been forced to learn the gentleness of a father when he had looked after Sarah. "Any question." He affirmed, waiting until the maid had left before picking up the plate she had carried with her. He held it out to Freed and smiled encouragingly. "Ask away. Just remember, one bite per question." Freed was lucky that Sage hadn't insisted on feeding him. Then take my hand▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ I've been fighting since I was a child I am not a survivor
I've been fighting since I was a child I am not a survivor
I've been fighting since I was a child I am not a survivor I am a warrior ❣ LOCATION → Lionis, Norcross Manor
❣ COMPANY → Freed Norcross
❣ DATING → Nobody
❣ OOC → LET HIM LOOOVVVEEEE YOOOUUUU!!!! XD Freed has such a daddy kink
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2016 1:34 am
▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Freed Orleander Norcross Duke of Norcross
❛All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy.
That's how far the world is from where I am.
Just one bad day.❜
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I'm feeling: Unwell | I'm with: ??? | I have: $400EC
Honest? He didn’t need that sort of honesty if it meant glancing at his body in such a sexual manner, he’d rather not receive any attention from him at all. Who was he to start with? It wasn’t as if the man was in charge of taking care of the young duke. He had Freed safely return home, had him some good rest. What more did he want from him? Money? Was that it? No, that couldn’t be it. When his concern was brought up once more, the young man would huff and puff as he shook his head. Concerned? Hell no. Perhaps just a little.. though it seems less than likely for Freed to admit such things, not towards this man who’s pushing him around. ”You wish. Stop being so full of yourself, I’m not worried about you.” he was, especially when he asked the maids to serve the barbarian a bigger portion. Who would sleep in the stables? Who in this world would allow a person to stay out in the cold night? Freed didn’t bother answering his question any further than that. He didn’t bother asking the barbarian to put him down either. He only wished he could put him down a little sooner. Freed wasn’t one to seek ‘revenge’ or ‘payback’ from people even though they treated him horribly or when they’d try to pick on him. Freed was a natural softy at heart and he wouldn’t ever harm a fly even though he really wanted to chase him out of the house right this moment.
”You’re so childish.” he groaned, ”Not like I wanted an answer from you to start with.” dishonest he was with his emotions. The young duke never revealed his true emotions towards others. He kept them bottled up, kept only for himself. His siblings would worry about his well-being but he’d simply brush them off with an “I’m fine.” and head off before they’d question him even further. ”What new language are you speaking of? Haven’t we been speaking English since a long time ago?” he’d ask, wondering just what he was talking about. His pronounciation was a little off but his words weren’t too hard to understand. Freed wondered what kind of person he was. He doesn’t seem as if he was from Lionis, he didn’t seem like he belonged to any of these few kingdoms at all. The barbarian’s tone was a little sharper when he questioned what Freed wanted to say. What did he want to call the barbarian? A fiend? A monster? No. He didn’t want to call him any of that. Instead, he remained silent and simply dangled from his shoulder. He reminded him so much.. ”You remind me of father. You remind me so much of him except he doesn’t look at people with such a lewd gaze, he’s not perverted, he’s less annoying, much less of a pushover than you are..” he murmured, allowing the image of his father to flood his mind. He used to be such a strong man and he could only wonder just what caused him to fall ill. It was genetic, according to the doctor and Freed wondered if such sickness were to befall him, too. Was that why he had such a weak immune system? ”I am not a sweetheart.” he frowned and gave the barbarian a solid punch against his back. He didn’t like being called sweetheart. It felt feminine. It sounded so.. weak. Something he doesn’t want to be: weak.
The barbarian was surprisingly gentle when he had set the young duke on the bed. His head felt terribly heavy but it wasn’t enough for him to black out. He furrowed his eyebrows and kept his eyes closed. It didn’t take long until his discomfort had started to fade and he was able to see things clearly once more. Here he was, back in his room once more, the place he least want to be at the moment. He pushed himself up and pushed his window open. Fresh air. He needed some. ”..but I honestly don’t feel like eating.” he found himself whining again, as if a little boy throwing a tantrum. He didn’t have any appetite to feast but he supposed for the sake of figuring out who this barbarian is, he could eat something. One question per bite. His food came in not too long after, both him and the barbarian’s, with his being a much bigger portion than the young duke’s. Freed looked at his own plate and frowned. He wasn’t hungry and he couldn’t finish it. With that, he’d cut half of his portion off his plate and give it to the barbarian. ”It’s getting late. I’m sure you’re hungry. You should eat more.” he stated, recalling how he was slobbering over the food in the kitchen. The young man snickered for a split second before he cleared his throat. He hesitantly took a bite before his crimson irises fix themselves onto his grey orbs. ”Who are you?” and with that, he’d stuff another bite into his mouth. ”How did you come across this place?” he swallowed. He hasn’t properly eaten in quite a while and he missed his maid’s cooking. He supposed it wasn’t too bad to feast every once in a while but he knew of he were to eat again all of a sudden, his stomach would throw up its contents.
Out.Of.Crocodiles: FREED DOES NOT HAVE A DADDY KINK. SAGE IS JUST A ***** ROFL
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2016 10:48 pm
The ones who are hardest to love Often need it the most
The ones who are hardest to love Often need it the most
The ones who are hardest to love Often need it the most ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Do you trust me? Sage just grinned at the duke's response and chose to say no more on the subject. It was obvious from just a glance that Freed was concerned. At least a little. He was expecting more fight from the younger male, and was actually surprised when there was little to no protest at all. "Liar. I can tell that you're just dying to know more about me~" the barbarian teased lightly, frowning at the mention of the language. He didn't want to admit his difficulty adjusting to Epsilon's modern dialect. He didn't want to explain the reason why he struggled with some words. So instead he just shrugged it off and responded vaguely. "Yeah. Guess so." Sage continued walking at a slow, steady pace, just waiting to hear a response. But when Freed did reply, it wasn't what he expected. He was reminded of Lionel? No, that couldn't be. Sage was a barbarian. He had killed people without thinking twice. He had destroyed families and sinned many times. How could he be compared to Lionel? The kind, caring, generous duke? "I am not a pushover! Pervert, fine. But definitely not a pushover." He smirked, taking the names in his stride. It was true, he could be a little perverted at times. "And who are you calling annoying, brat. You should respect your elders." Despite his harsh words, his body shook with laughter. He liked this kid. The blow to his back didn't seem to faze him at all. In fact, he barely seemed to notice it. Storm grey eyes stalked the duke's movements when he moved to open the window. He was poised to catch Freed at any moment, should he collapse, and only relaxed when the ravenette was back on his bed. "Just eat something. It doesn't have to be a lot." Sage replied smoothly, frowning when he was given his own plate. He had never asked for this. Although he wasn't complaining. "I'll eat later. You're more important right now." He shrugged and set his plate aside, leaning back on the bed while he waited for the first set of questions to appear. "Who are you?" Bingo. "Me? I'm nobody." Knowing that it wasn't really a fair answer, he hesitated before adding, "You can call me Sage." The warrior watched Freed as he took another bite of his meal, taking his time with answering the next question. He had to answer carefully. "I stumbled across it one time when I was drunk." He responded nonchalantly, closing his eyes as he again, waited for the next question. He knew Freed was curious. Then take my hand▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ I've been fighting since I was a child I am not a survivor
I've been fighting since I was a child I am not a survivor
I've been fighting since I was a child I am not a survivor I am a warrior ❣ LOCATION → Lionis, Norcross Manor
❣ COMPANY → Freed Norcross
❣ DATING → Nobody
❣ OOC → HE IS NOT A *****! MEANIE! XD
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2016 1:13 am
▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Freed Orleander Norcross Duke of Norcross
❛All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy.
That's how far the world is from where I am.
Just one bad day.❜
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I'm feeling: Unwell | I'm with: ??? | I have: $400EC
Freed heaved a small relieved sigh when the barbarian made no attempt to counter his statements. A moment of silence. Freed mentally cheered though he found his dreams shattering all at once when a cheeky remark was made once more. His eyebrows furrowed, eventually tying into knots. Being called a liar? Now that was certainly a first and the young man would find himself whining and protesting over his self assumed statements. ”I am not a liar! You- you self assumed little-.. Little-..!” he stomped his foot furiously and once again, he found himself lost for words, unable to speak any further. ”Forget it!” he lashed out, his cheeks flushed red with anger and frustration. The young duke looked away, his gaze downcast and focused on the concrete floor.
Not a pushover? The young man frowned. He’s definitely a pushover who forces people to do things his way. Thanks to him, Freed now has to force food down his throat. He knew that it was the best for his body but he honestly didn’t have much appetite at all. He’d snicker when the barbarian didn’t deny Freed’s accusation of being a pervert but he’d stop immediately once he realized the facade he kept up had started to falter ever so slightly. ”You wouldn’t force me to do anything if you weren’t a pushover. Your argument is quite invalid at the moment.” he huffed and puffed. The barbarian laughed as he made a follow up. The young man rolles his eyes half deciding to let it slide, half wanting to bicker with the man. The latter half won out as soon as he was called a brat. ”I’m not a brat! You’re a brat! You’re so-.. So..-!! So annoying! J-Just what did I do to get involved with the likes of you!” he cried out. He was sure the maids could hear the commotion in his room but knowing the barbarian’s in the room with him, it would be least likely for them to barge in and help.
He took notice of the frown that surfaced on the barbarian’s features. Fine. If it’s only a little. When he’d push the plate of food away, Freed frowned and huffed, obviously displeased with his actions. He pulled the plate back and set it in front of the barbarian, along with the knife and fork. ”Don’t you know it’s rude to refuse any food placed before you?” countered the man as he wiped his mouth with the small napkin prepared. You’re more important right now? Freed found himself getting flustered but rather than annoyance, he felt rather embarrassed. Despite his harsh words, the young duke would gradually soften his expression and sigh as he set his napkin down. ”Join me for dinner? Please?” he stated. He was concerned indeed. Had he not eaten anything proper recently?
If the barbarian were to give him improper answers, Freed would have flung the plates in his direction but thankfully, he gave him his name. At least. ”Sage.” he murmured in attempt to remember his name. He waited for him to answer another set of questions before he’d take another bite. There were slight hesitance within his answer and Freed knew full-well he wasn’t saying everything he knew. He may be young but he wasn’t stupid. He took a small bite, feeling the tightness within his stomach. He didn’t want to eat but he wanted to know who Sage is. ”What happened that day? You weren’t hurt, were you?” he asked, concern showing upon his features though they’d once again disappear almost immediately. There was a question lingering about, a question he hesitated in asking but decided to ask anyway.
”Do you know.. My father?”
Out.Of.Crocodiles: He's a ***** YOU CANT DENY THAT SHIET.
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