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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 2:26 pm
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The young woman had no idea what was going through the man's head as he paid for her, the sorts of things he was wondering about her. All she knew was that he wanted a companion and someone to take care of both him and his house. That was fine with her, it was a much better deal than she had been expecting to find in a place like this. She supposed she should be grateful to the man, for buying her before someone else found her. Well, honestly Vesna was, knowing what sort of horrible people were out there, just waiting to take advantage of those weaker than them. She tucked a stray curl behind her ear as she thought, only turning when she heard the man's voice. Seeing his hand held out to her, she gave him a small smile and slipped her hand into his to hold as he led her out of the Hotel and into...well, if she wanted to be romantic or dramatic about it, she guessed that she could say into her new life. Really, it was just into his car, and he helped her into it before going over to the driver's side. Vesna buckled as he adjusted himself and then started the car, anxious and nervous and excited all at the same time, her stomach doing flips.
As she didn't know what to say either, the ride was quiet, not that she much minded that. It gave her some time to think. Part of her wondered what she was going to do about clothing and personal items. Was he simply going to have her wear the same thing day in and day out? Well, if that was the case she had no right to complain and knew she couldn't, but the idea was disgusting to her. Still, she'd just have to see what happened and take it from there. At least he wasn't going to be perverted and expect her to get in his bed. Sighing a bit, the girl looked out the window and watched the scenery go by in silence. It was almost peaceful and she let herself relax, just enjoying the motions of the car and the almost companionable silence. Not being forced to speak, or forced to be quiet, was nice.
The house looked nice from the outside as they pulled up to it. It wasn't nearly as grand as she was expecting, but that was actually a relief to the young woman. The neighborhood looked like it was a quiet, unassuming place and Vesna allowed herself a breath of relief. It wasn't some castle in the middle of nowhere, and it wasn't some manor that she couldn't even find a room in. She was hungry and when he mentioned something to eat, her stomach growled a bit, reminding her that she hadn't eaten anything yet. Blushing in embarrassment, Vesna got out of the car and took the keys, reaching over the hood of it for them. When he told her to go on in by herself, however, she blinked and shook her head. "What? No, it's fine, I'll wait for you," she told him. It didn't feel right, going into the house by herself. "Are you all right? I can help, if you need anything," she offered after a moment. It was obvious he was in pain, at least of some sort, and she didn't want to just walk off and leave him there. She wasn't that heartless and he hadn't been cruel to her.
xI have been so many people
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The person I once was
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Posted: Fri Jan 31, 2014 8:31 pm
"I'm fine... it has been awhile since I've had anyone to worry about it." He laughed softly and moved around the car to where she was. It was as slow as usual but he stopped near her, favoring the opposite leg. "I simply had my leg in the same position for too long. Everyone gets cramps in their legs from doing that but mine is just more eager to be troublesome. Now... I think we should go inside. I wouldn't want to keep you waiting when the food in there is calling your name." He held out his hand to her for the keys since she was going in with him instead of ahead. Only once he had them did he walk with her up to the front door with the setting sun. He unlocked it and hung them by the door so she could see them.
He made no move to remove his concealing garments. Though he did slide out of his shoes and leave them by the door. "You can leave your shoes here," he told her as he indicated the spot next to his with his hand. Right across the door from the den was a coatrack set up on the wall. There were empty hooks there and one that was slightly worn from where his coat would rest. The keys hung from another and one where his scarf would rest. The others weren't really used that often. Just down the short hall was the main living room and that branched off just before it into the kitchen and another hallway.
"We can get something to eat, then. I am not entirely sure what I have... may be needing to go to the store again. But let us see if there is enough to make a suitable meal from. Something quick." He continued down the hall to the kitchen and walked inside. His feet padded over the wood flooring that was also in the dining room just after leaving the soft carpet. He had still shown no sign of removing his gloves, scarf, and hood from his head to show himself. Even as he began opening cabinets and the fridge, he kept them on. He was intending to cook with them. He pulled out a box and examined it before putting it back. "It... seems there are some noodles and chicken. What do you think we can make from that?" He sounded a bit dubious. Color Me Fubar did you get the reply to the other roleplay...?
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Posted: Fri Feb 28, 2014 2:44 pm
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Vesna waited patiently by her door as he walked around. She noticed the limp easily and figured that it had cramped up. When he spoke about it, confirming what she had been thinking, she simply nodded and handed him the keys. Depositing them into his waiting hand, the young woman brushed some of her curls out of her face and smiled a bit when he mentioned food calling her name. "I can't help it if I haven't eaten," she protested with a faint laugh, keeping pace next to him as he led her down the walk from the driveway to the front door. It wasn't very far, but it gave her ample time to look around the street while he unlocked the door and opened it. The place was pretty, nothing extravagant. The young woman was relieved by that, feeling like she would be out of place somewhere fancy and rich. Why he lived here when he could afford her...or maybe she was cheap to buy? That made sense, to Vesna at least. If she only knew she had been a goddess, a queen, then she would be even more overwhelmed.
Obediently taking her shoes off and setting them next to his own, Vesna hung up her coat before following him through the house into the kitchen. It was nice and clean, the appliances shiny, and even this modest home was like a mansion compared to her previous life and home. She was quieter than him on the floor, looking around the rooms and getting an idea of what it was like. Would she have a room? Was one already prepared for her? When he spoke of making something quick, his words startled her from her musings and the young woman giggled a bit at his expression - well, what she could see of it - and his tone as he told her what there was. "I can make some chicken noodle soup from that," she said. A burst of courage had her going up to the pantry and rummaging around, finding some cans of broth she could use as well for it. "It's easy, I just cut up the chicken and cook it with the noodles and broth. There's enough for both of us and some leftover," Vesna added, setting the cans down on the counter.
Looking up at him, she gave him a small smile. "Sorry, I'm not trying to take over," she apologized, her English still lilted from her heavy accent. "If that's fine with you, I can cook so you can rest your leg," Vesna offered, taking the two boxes of noodles out of his hand, the chicken still in the refrigerator. It seemed like a fair suggestion to her, but she patiently waited for some sort of acceptance or denial by her master before doing anything. The last thing she wanted to do was be punished, or sent back to the Hotel. It was nice here, and so far the man was kind to her, not nearly as frightening as she had worried a master might be.
xI have been so many people
That I can no longer remember
The person I once was PhantomHoofbeats ooc // Sorry this took so long!
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 5:13 pm
Though his relief was obvious when she said she could make something with what he had. If it was him, he'd simply have cooked the chicken and dumped it on the noodles. Her idea sounded far more appetizing than his. "That sounds like a good idea. Enough for lunch tomorrow. We can go shopping for food tomorrow and not worry then." He watched her rummage around, putting cans on the counter. The idea of her doing the cooking was a relief to him. He could cook but not very well. Besides, sitting down and simply watching pleased him immensely. He realized that could be considered odd but the excuse his leg was tired was a good one. It had been... so long. Couldn't he enjoy what he couldn't have for now? It was a painful thought, really. A young woman such as herself wouldn't possibly find him attractive. Though that was for a much later time. Those things weren't the first in his mind. He did want her love... beyond that was only extra. The idea of simply holding her in his arms was enough. Holding a woman who wanted to be there and found comfort in that embrace. The dream he had once confided in only her had time. She was human but young... they had time.
"I would prefer it," he responded gently to reassure her. "Do not worry. Sitting and resting would be nice." He moved to the dining room and grabbed a chair that he dragged over to the kitchen. He set it down and sat. His hand moved and pulled the hood farther over his face to conceal it in case any of it had shown. He could live with wearing this for awhile. He had worn it in public for some time. He wouldn't admit it gave him terrible anxiety thinking about her finally seeing his face. He had to choose the moment carefully. "I'll be here to help if you want it..." He got himself comfortable and waited. he was good at waiting, honestly, as he told himself. He had patience. Though that wasn't entirely true. For this, he certainly did. His eyes followed her unseen though it was obvious he was watching. he wondered if it would make her uncomfortable. He stood and moved to the window, opening it a bit to let in some of the cooler evening air in. He was getting a bit hot but that fixed the problem. Besides, it smelled nice outside. He went back to sitting down, fingers gently massaging his leg. It wasn't bad, he could move it well enough and soon it would be back to pretty much normal - as normal as it could be. He spoke suddenly.
"What do you like to do in your free time, Vesna?" he asked honestly. "Is there anything I could do to make your life here more comfortable...?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 10:52 pm
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The young woman was glad that he was willing to let her do as she pleased in the kitchen and just sit to rest. Part of it was that she didn't want to aggravate his leg further and have his mood grow sour. And part of it was that she was comfortable in a kitchen and it made her feel much more at ease, being able to do as she wanted in it. Some small bit of her was relieved that she was able to be of use as well, rather than sit around like some pretty ornament. Washing the chicken off, she began to cut up the breasts with a knife she'd found, her movements swift and deliberate. It often looked as if she was going to cut her fingers with how fast she moved the blade, but Vesna hadn't cut herself in years, practicing every day as she had her entire life in the kitchen with her mother. She quickly moved away from that train of thought, setting water to boil before continuing to work on the chicken, cubing it and throwing out the bits she wasn't going to use, the fatty and disgusting pieces. It was odd to throw away food - at home, nothing was ever wasted, no matter how distasteful it was. But she was sure he wouldn't want to eat those pieces and to be honest - neither did she.
At the question, her head turned to look at him over her shoulder. She gave him a small smile, wondering why he was wearing that hood still. She had known he was watching her, but she assumed he was simply judging her competency and seeing if she was going to destroy his kitchen or not. So she wasn't very self-conscious at all, having confidence in her abilities in the kitchen. "Well, at home I didn't have much free time," she told him, not sounding like she felt bad about that in the least. "I tried to study other languages, a little, mostly English since we were taught it in school too. I read a lot as well, usually in bed when I was supposed to be sleeping," Vesna admitted with a laugh. "Really, you don't have to worry about me being comfortable. I really like this house already, it isn't so fancy that I feel out of place, and I like getting to do what I want in a kitchen. If I need anything, I'll try to tell you," she assured him. Need, not want. There were many things she wanted - new clothing, books, to go see a movie, to go bowling, to do so many 'normal' things she'd never gotten to do. But need? No, she hardly needed anything at all. She was used to living with hardly anything.
Hearing the water boil, she tipped the noodles in and gave them a stir to get going. A frying pan went on the stove and she put some olive oil in it, poking around the kitchen for what she wanted, as well as some herbs before tossing the chicken in to cook it. Busy with that and the noodles and broth to combine it all, the young woman hummed a bit to herself. To her it was a random tune she made up as she went - in reality, it was an old, old song that Hades had taught Persephone to try to cheer her up when he held her captive in his dark kingdom.
xI have been so many people
That I can no longer remember
The person I once was PhantomHoofbeats ooc // Hope this is okay!
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 6:45 pm
Though, Aidoneus looked down quickly and played some with his glove when she looked at him over her shoulder with a small smile on her face. It was a slightly agitated gesture though that wasn't really obvious. Rather, he was simply fiddling with the fabric anxiously due to that look she had given him. He lifted his head some when she began to talk more about herself than she had before. About what she had done in her free time. He knew several languages fluently himself if you could call it "several". He hadn't been the god of the underworld for nothing. It may sound odd but it was simply the way things were. Just because languages evolved over time and especially since the time he had been the lord of the underworld didn't mean he didn't understand other languages. He smiled when she said she used to read in bed when she was supposed to be sleeping.
"Ah, I have plenty of books that may entertain you, then, if you would like to see them. My English collection has grown since I have come to live here, though. And though I do believe you should get some sleep, there should be plenty of time for you to catch up on what you wish to read." He was glad to hear she liked to read. Perhaps they could read the same book, he thought absently before pushing the thought aside in embarrassment. He certainly wasn't going to be that sort of man like a foolishly romantic youth. He got a bit frustrated at that though he focused his attention on her and how she was assuring him that she would be sure to be comfortable and already liked the house. He straightened his back some, entirely relieved. This time around he had taken her to a place she preferred to be out of a place she did not want to be at.
"I think, then, I will have kitchen duty over to you. We can go shopping at a later time and you can pick out what you want in your stock. I had attempted to grow my collection of spices and what not though that usually meant smelling them all and picking out the ones that smelled good. I wasn't very good at mixing them so they are generally just sitting in that cupboard." He chuckled and pointed towards a cupboard right above the counter next to the stove. He was quiet for a brief moment as he watched her turn to the boiling water. He cleared his throat and began slowly and carefully choosing his words. "I also asked because I had chosen you, as I said, as help around the house and... companionship. It has been... a very long time since I have been with anyone, let alone lived with them, and thought it would be nice to... do things together." He fell into an awkward silence. "If... that is something you would like to do... it doesn't have to be much. Even if we don't go out anywhere and just stay here..."
He trailed off and decided it was probably best to stop there in case he said something that was off from what he meant. Instead, he went back to watching her cook the chicken and stir the noodles in the boiling water. What he did not expect was what she began to hum. His eyes widened a bit, recognizing a tune he was surprised she remembered. How much did she remember of her past life if she could recall that simple song? He knew where she knew it from and how she sang it now revealed it must have done what it was meant to... calm her heart. He dipped his head, eyes closing as he listened to it. He wondered if she remembered the words of that song. He rested his elbow against the arm of the chair, head resting against his propped-up hand. He wondered if he could still sing. In his mind he began to recall the words to that melody.
Hoson zēs, phainou... mēden holōs sy iypou... The tune itself had been as old as he had been but the words written by a human, a man remembering his deceased wife. For a song that never had words, he had given them to it and taught it to his bride. He lifted his voice to actually speak this time. "That is a very lovely song," he complimented, voice a bit distant. "What is it?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 6:22 pm
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The idea of going food shopping appealed to her. She was curious how stores were in this country and if she could get the sort of food for the meals she wanted to make. Obviously she was more skilled in making dishes from her own home and hoped she would be able to at least cook them somewhat like what they were supposed to be, even if she had to use strange ingredients for it. While she cooked, Vesna listened to him explain what else he had wanted her for - companionship - and a sad sort of smile appeared on her lips, though it went unseen as she looked down at the food. Admittedly, she wanted that as well, sure she would never get to go home now and finding herself all alone. Aidoneus didn't frighten her in the least and he seemed so lonely, like he had lost someone. Little did she know that he had finally found that someone after so many centuries of looking and hoping. But...companionship didn't sound awful at all, though she didn't tell him that yet. It felt too awkward to say something like that so bluntly.
As she finished the tune in her head, Vesna heard him ask what it was and looked over at him. A bit embarrassed, she ducked her head and thought for a moment. "I don't really know...I guess it's a lullaby or something my mother would sing to me when I was a baby. I've always been able to recall it, ever since I was little," she admitted shyly, knowing how silly that sounded. Pouring the pasta into the boiling water and mixing some things into it, she bit her lip and gave it a stir. "I know that sounds silly...I don't even know the words to it, honestly. It just pops into my head." She put the lid away for now and moved over to sit in one of the chairs after setting a timer. "I didn't mean to bother you," she said apologetically, clasping her hands in her lap a bit nervously.
The silence fell between them, and while she was a bit anxious, it wasn't a horrible sort of thing she realized. It was almost calming, like they were two friends simply sharing a quiet moment rather than two strangers desperately trying to think of something to break the awkward tension between them. The idea made her smile a bit to herself as she looked down at her hands, her body relaxing slightly in the chair as some of the tension left her shoulders. After a few minutes she got back up to check on the food, stirring it and draining the water out of the pot. The boiling water splashed a bit, but she avoided getting burned and put the pot back on the stove, pouring in the sauce she'd been heating up in a small pot.
"I think this is all right," Vesna told him, while she stirred it all together. "It probably isn't great, I'm not sure how old the noodles were, but nothing smells weird at least." She laughed a bit to show she was joking and began to go through cabinets. "Where do you have bowls?" the young woman asked him, having to stand on tip-toe to reach the taller shelves and try to see up into them to find what she wanted.
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 11:11 am
So, he rocked forward in his chair a bit and slid his feet a bit further beneath the chair. His face was thoughtful though she could not see it while obscured by the shadows and fabric. He tapped his gloved finger against his knee in rhythm to the music in his mind. At last, he spoke, voice a bit low. "Perhaps I may be wrong but the words are familiar to me. It is a song I recognize, after all. Though, it is very likely it may not be the same song. It is an ancient greek song whose words were written by a man remembering his deceased wife. It isn't a sad song but short, hopeful, but also a reminder of how death will eventually come to all people." He lifted his hand and rubbed his chin. "Let me see if I remember it all correctly. It has been a very long time since I have heard that song, let alone sing it. My wife once sang it and she had the most wondrous voice." If he could get her to sing it again, he would crave hearing it. So, he cleared his throat slightly and sat a bit more up right on his chair.
"Ὅσον ζῇς φαίνου... μηδὲν ὅλως σὺ λυποῦ, πρὸς ὀλίγον ἐστὶ τὸ ζῆν, τὸ τέλος ὁ xρόνος ἀπαιτεῖ."
When he finished, he took a breath then fell quiet. His head dipped some though not in sadness. His gaze was distant and eyes partially lidded. He was remembering, really, the day he had taught it to her. He had been in her room, seated on the bed. He had looked a bit different then but not significantly. His hair had still been white, having been drained of its black color over a long time. The only difference was in the greater youth of his face and the alertness of his eyes. His veins were dark like ink beneath his pale skin, milky eyes seeming to nearly shine in their sharp gaze, his leg carefully situated though not as much a pain to him as it was now. His back was straight, face regal in spite of it all. His clothes were dark blue. He had let himself in her room, not allowing her to keep the door locked on him. His eyes would watch her, keeping his distance this time. He made no move to touch her. Instead, he simply talked, taking her in with his eyes. She had been so beautiful, her hair long and like roses. She looked paler than when she was above the earth and had less luster in her hair and eyes. She wasn't made for this place. He had plucked a wild flower and brought it away from the sun. Placing it in a pretty vase. It was not where she was meant to be. Though, she was trapped here for much of the year because of his trickery. She was unhappy, more than just unhappy. The lord of the dead wanted to return the smile to her face that he had fallen in love with.
He had begun to sing an old song, putting words to it that had been written on someone's tomb. About enjoying life while you were there for time would inevitably run out. He did not know why he taught her that particular song but it had been the happiest words he could think of. He wanted her to "shine" with "no grief at all". Their time together was always so short, it had to be used for the best it could be before it was gone. His hand had reached out to stroke her hair as he taught her the words but quickly snatched it back as if burned. He could not remember why he had, he had not been in pain. It had been too long, his mind was fuzzy. He must have realized she didn't like it. That must have been it.
He blinked quickly, realizing he had spaced out. She was checking on the food and hoping it turned out all right. He smiled faintly at her laughter and stood up. "It should be quite fine," he responded, leaning over the pot curiously. "Much better than what I would have come up with, if I do say so myself!" He turned and came up behind her as she stood on her toes to look for the bowls. He reached passed her above her head to pick up two ceramic bowls from the stack on the shelf. They were set on the counter next to her as he mused: "Perhaps I should rearrange things a bit so we can both reach them and find them. It shouldn't be too hard. Especially since I won't be the only one in here. What do you think?"A ladle came out of the drawer so they could serve the food.
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The last thing she had expected was for him to not only know the song, but begin to sing it. She was entranced by his voice and stared at him, though not out of disrespect. Something about the way he sang, or the words...something struck a chord deep inside of her, one she didn't even know existed. Persephone rose to the surface briefly, listening to her former husband sing the song he had taught to brighten the dreary days in the Underworld, deprived of sunlight and wind and everything she loved. She was quiet, simply watching him with eyes that were a deep, deep purple, almost black in their depths, though as soon the song ended Vesna returned, feeling like she had been in a trance listening to the words. Shaking her head to try to clear it, she left Aidoneus to his own thoughts and returned to the food so she didn't ruin it.
There was just...something...
Reassured by his words that it would be fine, Vesna smiled a bit and stepped aside when he came over to take down the dishes for her. His suggestion made her laugh a bit, returning to her usual self, and she nodded. "I would like that, yes," she agreed, taking the ladle from him and going over to the pot to serve the food. "But I can do it, if that's easier for you. As long as you don't mind me moving everything around, that is. I don't mean cleaning and all of that, so it isn't a chore or anything," Vesna continued quickly, not wanting her master to strain himself or his leg doing something she could easily take care, and wouldn't mind. After all, she would be using the kitchen and wanted it how she liked it. That made more sense to her.
She had been a princess, a maid, a queen, a common woman - all sorts of people during her reincarnations. But never had she been happier than she was now, reunited - though unconsciously - with the god she was fated to be with. Not the one she had became mortal for, not the one she had loved and had been determined to live with. Not the one whom had never come for her. But the god who had searched the earth year after year for the one he loved, unbeknownst to her. Humming a bit to herself, not quite sure why she was so happy and attributing it to the fact she was with a master who wasn't going to hurt her, but treat her well as opposed to what her fate could have been, Vesna filled up the bowls with food and wished she had something to go with it, like bread or vegetables. But there wasn't much else, so she had to make do with it.
"I hope this is all right," she said, bringing the bowls to the table rather than making him carry his own over to it. Setting them down, she returned to the kitchen and filled up a glass with water, unsure what Aidoneus would want to drink. "And please don't worry about the dishes, I can take care of them," she added quickly, giving him a small smile as she went back to the table and waited for him before sitting down.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2014 12:51 pm
He stood carefully, stretched his leg, then walked to the table where they would be eating. Much easier than having it sit in his lap and trying to balance it there.
When she told him not to worry about the dishes, he gave a laugh and turned slightly towards her in his chair. "Ah, you are taking all my jobs away. What shall I do with my free time now?" The smile in his voice was teasing though she could not see his face to know that he was smiling. He moved his hand slightly to adjust the hood and pull it further down. The fabric was making his hair irritatingly static and a few pale white strands escape to float around his head. He pushed them back behind his ear, wondering if he should have tied his long hair in a ponytail before wearing what he was. Not that doing so now was a good idea. He did not want to risk the friendly relationship they were developing by letting her see exactly what he was. At least in appearance. His milky white eyes brushed over her briefly before returning to the soup she had placed in front of him. He bent down slightly so the fragrant steam washed over his face. His eyes closed, enjoying the warm sensation against his skin.
Without a word, he picked up the spoon and scooped up some of the broth and its floaters before blowing on it and bringing it to his mouth. It was pretty hot still but luckily didn't burn his tongue. It would be a travesty if he couldn't taste the rest of her soup because of a miscalculation. But, dipped the spoon back in for more and another bite.
"I've been outdone," he said with a sigh, then another bite. He lifted his head briefly in her direction. "It is very good. I cannot wait to see what you can come up with when you have more at your disposal." He set spoon down lightly next to the bowl and stood to return to the kitchen. He sought out a glass and filled it with water before returning to sit down. Yes, he would definitely need a hot bath tonight. His knee was starting to hurt more again. He rubbed small circles right above the knee with his fingers and picked up the spoon again. It hurt to do it but the muscle began to relax eventually and he moved his hand to rest it lightly against his thigh.
"Tomorrow, perhaps we'll go shopping so you can choose what it is you want to make. I couldn't say. I will show you your room when we are done. And a small tour of the house. There isn't very much to show. But it would be good to know before you go to bed." He paused. "Do you have everything you need for the night? When we go shopping tomorrow we can also get anything you need. I... am not aware of what you do or do not have. The most I can give is space and a fitted bed." He gave a light shrug of his shoulders and took another bite. He did not want it to go cold.Color Me Fubar I didn't realize I hadn't responded to this... /smacks head
and we should time skip : D
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2014 10:37 pm
I have lived such a long life
Who am I to say
That I shall be tomorrow
Who I am TODAY? x
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About two weeks had passed since Vesna had been living with Aidoneus and although she wasn't sure why he always covered up so thoroughly, nothing else had piqued her curiosity. He seemed to enjoy spoiling her, taking her out shopping whenever she asked about something or if he had something, stating that it was better if she had her own things in the house no matter how much she protested. She had been allowed to redo 'her' room to her liking, buying new sheets and the like, but generally she enjoyed the house just as it was. It was a nice place and the young woman settled in quite easily, enjoying cooking for him. He was always clear about what he liked and disliked with just about everything and his polite honesty was nice to deal with, so she knew exactly where she stood and what not to do. He was much more lenient than she had thought a master would be, to be honest, not that she was about to complain. Other than all the clothes he wore, and the limp, he didn't show much signs of infirmity or any other reason to need a slave, but she didn't ask about that either.
What was the phrase? Not to look a gift horse in the mouth?
Honestly, it was enjoyable speaking to him and she already felt smarter just having someone who knew so much to talk to about things. He never made her feel stupid when she didn't know something and so Vesna was much more comfortable about asking questions when something came up she didn't know. It made learning much easier for her when she wasn't afraid she was going to be mocked and he let her read whatever she chose. When she did watch the television, she opted for documentaries and the like - although she sometimes did enjoy the comedies or movies that were on. Most of the other things, though, either went right over her head or she simply didn't see the appeal in it. That seemed to relieve her master for some reason, whenever he joined her in watching something. Sometimes he seemed busy, other days he didn't seem to do a thing. Vesna kept busy by cooking, cleaning, laundry - basic domestic tasks she had done at home and enjoyed well enough. It was nice to be needed again and to feel useful, to actually see the product of her hard work.
The pantry was always full, she had a closet with new clothing in it. There wasn't much wrong, other than the fact she was cripplingly homesick at nights, curled up in bed and missing her parents so much she would give herself a stomachache. Vesna didn't talk about that, though, not wanting him to think she was discontent or complaining. Or even trying to leave. She missed her parents, but...well, part of her was happy here, too. It felt like she belonged here with him somehow, but every time she got such a feeling she brushed it away, feeling silly just thinking that.
"Good morning! Are you going out today?" she asked him curiously as he came into the kitchen. Vesna was already dressed, standing over the stove and making french toast and bacon, not liking cold cereal for breakfast. It never seemed to sit right on her stomach the rest of the day.
xI have been so many people
That I can no longer remember
The person I once was PhantomHoofbeats ooc // asdfasudfguasdyfgasdfgasdf
I am an idiot, I didn't realize YOU had responded -slams head on desk-
And timeskipped! If you want to drop with me taking forever, I understand
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2015 6:18 pm
 It was better than he could ever have dreamed. She did not know who he was nor who she was and their relationship was entirely platonic but he was still content. There was no love but he had come to the conclusion that she did, though, feel affection for him. She was content here, even happy, and he had seen little evidence that she was unhappy being here with him. He did not impede on whatever privacy she gained for herself but when there was no privacy between them, she seemed to be in high spirits.
He could not help but spoil her, honestly. She protested but that did not mean he had anything stopping him from doing so. She protested but liked what she got and where she got to go. It was likely she had no idea what was occurring was anything more than just making her contented as a domestic slave in his household.
Eventually, without being too obvious about it, he wanted it to be a home they shared together: as much hers as it was his. It was his intention to eventually free her from slavery but he knew now wasn't the time. He did feel guilt, he wouldn't deny that. It was too much like their beginnings. To keep the other captive and keep them happy until they wanted to be there. It didn't turn out that way since he had been forced into tricking her to stay there forever when it was demanded she had to return but now would be different. What other choice did he have? He had no sure proof she would stay with him if he gave her freedom over her person. Sure she was happy here but would she remain out of desire to be with him or leave to return to where she had come from? Surely she missed her family and homeland. And if she found out who he truly was, would she not flee from him? He wished to win her love, romantic love, first and her true desire to spend the rest of their days together. But he could not simply approach her with those sort of advances! He could not make any sign of what he truly felt for her...
...yes, he loved Persephone, that was where his heart lay. But he also love who she was now who was so much like her. They were no different to him. He loved Vesna with her kind heart, sweet smile, and eagerness to learn and help. As each day passed an old longing and affection renewed itself. He loved her whatever her name should be. But he also feared it. He held back for that reason as well... for fear of what his heart could do to him if he held too tightly once more. He would not, however, waste all those centuries for fear of rejection. he only need be patient... as he always had been. Patient with her, and hope her affection would turn to love. Was it even possible without making his own intentions known first? The thought was a bit unnerving, especially since he dreaded the day she saw his true appearance. How in the world was he supposed to make her fall in love with him? He had thought on it for a long time... a very long time... and looked for advice, but now that he was with her he was at a total loss.
"Good morning, Vesna," he responded with a tilt of his head. "No, I will not be going out today. It is far too humid to be up and about." He slipped his gloved hand over the counter slightly before moving to his usual chair beside it. He sank onto it with a slight grunt. He had never done well with heat. The damp chill made him ache, true, but he had never adjusted well to heat after all this time. He would not, however, remove any part of his clothing in her presence. Though her cheery greeting and the warm smell of cooking breakfast certainly cheered him up.
"I was thinking, perhaps, I would stay home today. I am sure they would understand. But it would give me time to work in private." He paused, finger briefly tapping against the counter before he turned his head in query.
"Would you like to join me? It is a bit tedious but it keeps me busy. Unless you had other plans for today?"
Color Me Fubar v(^ _ ^)
heh
I forgot for even longer than you so psh no problemo
I don't mind long spaces between replies as long as I know I'll get one eventually! I'm patient
You doing well?
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2015 11:41 pm
I have lived such a long life
Who am I to say
That I shall be tomorrow
Who I am TODAY? x
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It was hot out and she didn't really like the idea of going outside either, even to run errands. He'd told her that it wasn't necessary, but she liked going out, seeing all the different people where she went, and just feeling useful. Her mother had always told her that it wasn't healthy to stay indoors all the time and she did her best to stick with that philosophy, even with all the spoiling. The house was warmer thanks to the heat outside, even with the air conditioning running, and Vesna slid a full plate of food in front of him once she had finished cooking. Her hair was up in a ponytail and she was dressed in comfortable clothes, having enjoyed being able to get what she liked, although she did her best not to spend too much. It wasn't as if she needed a lot, she had tried to protest, but at the same time it was obvious he enjoyed buying her things. So she tried to find a happy medium to satisfy the both of them. Setting down some juice on the table, she joined him with her own plate, hoping he didn't mind a hot breakfast with the weather being how it was.
"I didn't have any other plans. There isn't anything I need to go out for and it's nasty out anyway, I'd rather stay inside," the young woman admitted, giving him a smile before beginning to work on her breakfast, her stomach complaining a bit. "I would't mind helping you, if you think I'd be of any use," she added after another moment, glancing back to him. She wasn't sure what she'd be able to help with, or even if he just wanted company, but Vesna didn't mind. She liked spending time with the man, he was...mysterious, she supposed. He always had interesting stories to tell her, whether they were about him or about ancient times, myths and legends that she had yet to find in any book. It fascinated, history like that, and part of her wanted to believe that all of it had really happened. The logical part of her, the human part grounded in reality, was sure it was just stories - but her soul knew otherwise and kept the spark of hope alive as she listened to him.
Vesna was sure he had to be uncomfortable in all those layers - or at least, she thought he must be. Maybe he was sick and was actually cold? He hadn't brought up why he wore so much clothing all the time and she wasn't going to ask, not seeing how it was any of her business. Whether it was necessity or some sort of personal preference, it didn't bother her, just made her curious as to his reasons. Tucking some loose curls behind her ear, she took a drink and made sure his glass wasn't empty, always trying to keep it full during meals. She guessed it wasn't really necessary, but knowing that his leg hurt, she did her best to make it easier on him when she was around. It was what he'd bought her for, after all, right? That and company, though she was doubtful as to how great a companion she made.
xI have been so many people
That I can no longer remember
The person I once was
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2015 5:58 pm
Aidoneus thanked her gratefully for the food she had placed before him, enjoying the smell of food he wouldn't have enjoyed if she hadn't been there. Warm food wasn't as comfortable to eat on a warm day but it certainly tasted better than cereal or a banana. He'd tried all sorts of instant breakfasts, from breakfast bars and drinks to microwave oatmeal. All strange but edible, and had nothing on a home-cooked meal. He picked up a piece of the bacon and bit into it, shifting his weight to better stretch out his bad leg.
"Do we have any milk?" he asked, using the side of his fork to cut off a piece of the french toast. With the maple syrup it was even better. "If there is any left in the fridge I owuld like to have a glass. I don't think anything else would wash it down just right." He smiled though she couldn't see it and put another bite into his mouth. He wondered briefly how anyone had considered those frozen dipping sticks "french toast". More like soggy square sticks of barely substantial bread. But she was still making her own breakfast so he gave a brief gesture with his hand. "When you are done with that. I do not need anything to drink just yet. As for what I do for a living and if you can help me, that depends. It is terribly tedious work but it keeps my mind occupied for awhile. It was a decent job I could get that didn't need a dress code." He gave a soft grunt of a laugh, before turning the plate slightly so he could cut another piece off. He did wonder if she would be any help to him or if he would bore her to tears but... he'd still enjoy her being there and she was far too agreeable to complain. If she did, he would know just how terrible a job it was. He smiled to himself at the thought. "There are a few jobs I am responsible for but today I'll log in and see what they have lined up for me."
He finished his meal and used the counter to help himself stand so as to put his dishes in the sink. He knew she would wash them so he hobbled over to the phone, picked it up, dialed a number, and disappeared into the living room. The conversation lasted for about fifteen minutes before he was walking into the kitchen again and returning the phone to where it had been.
"Are you almost done?" he asked, stopping by the sink and resting against the counter beside it. "Do you need any help? When dishes are done we can go to my office any time. Though it is still morning and you probably want to enjoy it."
Color Me Fubar er. this is... eh. but a reply. but still eh.
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