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Post by PRESTINE DAVENPORT on Mar 21, 2012 21:27:11 GMT -5
Prestine stood at the end of the hallway watching Alyson move into the room. There was no more screaming or breaking and she decided it was safe to go back to her own room. She had left Kitten waiting in anticipation long enough!
"Did you miss me?" She asked as she came into the room and she heard him mumble something in Spanish which made her smile as she moved to the bed, snuggling close to him. Her fingers moved up and down his chest, feeling the lines between each and every muscle. She watched him shutter in anticipation as her hand crept lower and lower, her lips on his neck as she teased him with her kisses. "Beg for it.." She commanded softly in his ear when a knock on the door pulled her away from what she was doing.
Prestine glared at the door as if it had come between she and Kitten and then sighed, getting up and moving to it. It could only be one person, but why her brother would come to her was beyond her. Unless he sent his pet to stay the night which she would not allow. Prestine didn't want her well behaved pet socializing with such a misbehaved little tramp.
The girl opened the door and leaned against the door frame. "Ah, if it isn't the tyrant." She said with a smile. She had a thing or two to say to him about his pet training practices, or rather lack there of.
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Mar 21, 2012 21:34:54 GMT -5
Sebastian just looked at his sister with a brow cocked up casually when she opened the door. He raised his arm and leaned it against the threshold as he listened to his sister call him a tyrant. "I need a sewing needle. Possibly some thread and.." He tilted his head to the side as if he had to think about it.
"Some bubble bath and shampoos. Give me all your girly smelly scented bath stuff. I need to clean her up she's bleeding all over my room." He told her and waited for her to tell him whether she was going to give it to him or not. Either way he'd get what he wanted even if he had to threaten violence to her precious little burrito lover.
"And before you say anything, she cut her foot. If you have bandage wraps of some sort I'll take those too. And where do we keep the broom? I'm sure I've seen you with one before." He said and smirked at his sister.
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Post by PRESTINE DAVENPORT on Mar 21, 2012 21:53:38 GMT -5
His laundry list of demands was a long one and she raised a brow. She had loads of wonderful smelling things, all expensive, top of the line products. She loved everything girly! She was about to ask about the blood but then nodded. Humans had tender skin. r at least it was tinder in comparison to the gargoyles.
"Just a moment." She said and he moved into her room, not bothering to shut the door, her Kitten exposed plainly to Sebastian. She did this intentionally so he could see how a pet was expected to behave.
A few short moments later she came back and handed him a small sewing kit she had. It was meant for mending the costumes when she inevitably ripped them, not that she was doing the mending. Kitten needed to have something to do when she was in stone form! Plus his little Mexican fingers were good at playing with the needle and thread. She certainly had no patience for it.
She passed him the bandages, but then held back giving him her shampoo and other lovely girl things that would make even his whore smell like money. "First, the broom is in the front closet. There's even a vacuum there. Second.." She leaned against the door frame, looking him in the eye, "Remember, humans aren't like us." She explained. "I've had my fair share of pets, and you need to know how to manipulate them. You took her against her will and you're pushing her to be perfect on day two. You keep pushing one of two things are going to happen. One? She shuts down and becomes a bore, then you'll just have to kill her, or two...she'd rebel more and more until you end up killing her for her insolence." She pushed the products on him. "Patience goes a long way with these creatures. Make her trust you, and she will gladly do your bidding. More so, she'll be begging for it, waiting anxiously for you to come in the door at night fall like a Labrador. You can train her to quiver at your touch."
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Mar 21, 2012 22:09:22 GMT -5
Sebastian wasn't a fan of lectures. But he had to wait until she was done talking before he could take the soaps from her. He was glad she hadn't taken long because he didn't much like standing there with her pet laying there staring at him. When she was done talking he knew he had a few things to think about. But he couldn't just leave without saying something.
"What? We both know patience and understanding is my middle name." He told her and then grinned at her sarcastically before he turned around and headed out the room. "Thanks anyway, sis." Even though he made it sound like he wasn't going to take her advice he'd definitely take it into consideration and think about it. He'd never admit that of course.
With his hands full of his sister's things he headed across the condo back to his side and entered his room. It looked even more desolate than it had when he'd left it. He just simple stepped over everything and went straight back into the bathroom and put everything down on the floor. He saw that Alyson had gone into the bath tub and that there was something floating in there with her. Of course she hadn't bothered to take the shirt off, but her other articles of clothing had been discarded and were on the bathroom floor.
He sat down on the toilet seat and let out a little sigh as if he'd just done a bunch of hard work. He reached for one of the soapy things that he'd gotten from Prestine that read that it was bubble bath and he opened it up and began to dump it into the bathtub while the water was still running. He didn't say anything just yet to Aly, letting her sit there while the bubbles began to form. He stuck his hand into the water near the faucet and began to splash it back and forth trying to mix the bubbles so they'd form faster. Almost instantly the bathroom filled with the scent of the bubble mixture and it smelled almost sweet.
"Prestine had a needle." He opened up the sewing kit and it took him a minute to find one that didn't have thread threw the loop. When he found one he plucked it out and held it up for her to see. "After I get it out we'll clean off your foot and make sure there's nothing else in it. We don't want an infection now, do we?"
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Post by PRESTINE DAVENPORT on Mar 21, 2012 22:15:47 GMT -5
Prestine hated that he brushed her off, but she knew he had gotten through to him. "It's her funeral." She shot back snidely, watching him go. Patience was certainly not his middle name. How many girls had she heard him tear apart? More than she cared to count. She'd even had to clean blood stains before!
Either way she hoped he wouldn't kill this one yet, but maybe it would be better if he did. Start fresh with a new one! One who didn't talk back so much. She knew he wouldn't, though. He liked this one. She could tell because the girl, despite everything, was not only still breathing but receiving care from him. He was whipped.
The girl shut her door, deciding she just didn't care enough to get involved. "Now wheeere we?" She asked her own pet as she moved back into the room, pushing her brother and his issues far from her mind
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Mar 21, 2012 22:23:03 GMT -5
Alyson was frightened that he would yell at her when he came in and saw her in the tub with the shirt on, but was relieved when he said nothing about it. She watched him, sinking low into the tub, keeping a close eye on him. Her eyes followed the bottle that he was using to pour into the bath, her head tilting as she tried to read the label which was in French.
Quickly the tub filled with bubbles, her eyes now on his hand that as splashing to make them spread more quickly, giving her some more privacy. She felt like a child being bathed by the babysitter; unsure how to feel and a little wrong. She didn't trust him, but the water felt good and the suds smelled nice. She could feel the water soften a little, and knew it would do lovely things to her skin.
"Prestine had a needle." Alyson gulped and watched him plucking at it. "After I get it out we'll clean off your foot and make sure there's nothing else in it. We don't want an infection now, do we?" He spoke to her like a child and she didn't answer, but she did lift her foot out of the tub knowing he would be asking for it next.
She felt better knowing he couldn't see into the water to her private areas, which was comforting. "Be careful.." She pleaded, unsure if he would or not. "Please.." She added in a whisper.
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Mar 21, 2012 22:32:34 GMT -5
When asked to be careful he looked at her and could see that she didn't feel comfortable. Of course she hadn't, he'd broken damn near everything in the room! Her foot was already out of the water and he made sure she was resting it against the porcelain tub's edge, water dripping down onto the floor. "I'm not going to hurt you." He told her and he meant it as far as he knew, but he didn't actually know if it would hurt or not. "It might sting a little." Or at least that's what he thought. He didn't exactly get splinters.
He leaned towards her foot trying to stay out of the way of the light and with the needle he slowly grazed it across the bottom of her foot where the splinter was. He did it slow, not wanting to have the misfortune of stabbing her in the foot and was able to get the needle under the splinter. He was careful to push it to the surface, not wanting it to break into smaller pieces. And after a minute of wiggling it around he was able to pull it all out on the first try. "There's the nasty culprit." He said and held it up to show that he had got it.
"Now put your foot back in the water. Is there anything in your heel?" He asked and he sat there, trying his best to be patient and waiting for her to tell him if there were or not. In the meantime he began to stack the different soaps on the ledge of the bathtub so she would be able to grab at them much easier. He put a finger on top of each one's cap, since they had been in french he wasn't sure if she knew the language or not. "Body wash, shampoo, scrub, conditioner, another body wash." He said identifying each and every one.
"Everything you need to get clean."
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Mar 21, 2012 22:46:18 GMT -5
Growing up in the sticks, splinters were a common thing but she had not had one in years and had forgotten what it was like to get one out. She winced as the needle slid over her skin, shutting her eyes and looking away as he performed the mini surgery on her. It wasn't long before he had pulled it free! She was a little surprised he had gotten it so easily, but it had been a big one. Big ones were usually easy to get out if they didn't splinter inside.
"Now put your foot back in the water. Is there anything in your heel?" She slid her leg back in and shook her head, sure that there was nothing in that wound. She figured she scraped her foot against some wood or glass or something, but it didn't feel like something was inside, it just stung. The water made it all feel better, though.
Her eyes followed his finger as he pointed to each bottle, naming what it was. She reached for one of the body washed and undid the lid, smelling it. It even smelled expensive. The girl slide the bottle back onto the ledge and watched Sebastian to see what his next move would be. Was he planing to stay in there while she bathed? Under the water she unbuttoned the shirt knowing she would need to scrub underneath of it, but she had nothing to put back on aside from her dirty undergarments and the tie. The pants were in the room, her clothing from the previous day was covered with debris, and the shirt she had been wearing was now soaking wet.
She didn't like the way he went back and forth the way he did; kind one minute, a raging lunatic the next. "I don't have anything to wear." She said softly, her voice unsure. She was afraid he would force her to get out after her bath completely nude for him. She already knew she couldn't stop it from happening if he wanted it to, but she hoped he would show pity on her and just leave her alone.
Then again, she was certain he saw himself as just as much a victim in this scenario. He hadn't gotten his way. "O-or a towel.." She gulped, reaching for the scrub and holding it in the tub, wondering how long he planned on watching. Was he expecting a show?
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Mar 21, 2012 23:42:07 GMT -5
"I'll get you some clean clothes and a towel." He told her as he slowly got up from his seat and made sure to move the sewing kit out of the way. He had to go get the broom and clean up the mess. Or at least as much of it as possible. And he wanted her to get clean.
"I'll get you a new glass of water and a light for the bedroom." Sebastian told her and then he headed out of the bathroom, leaving her there alone. If she got out she'd have a tough time running around. Especially with the fact that she was only wearing a soaking wet shirt and the floor was a danger zone for her.
He went out and into the hall closet he found the broom. He knew that would be enough and spotted the vacuum a little further in the closet. He pulled them both out and leaned them up against the wall. He wasn't going to be able to clean up if he couldn't see what he was doing.
He was about to grab a lamp but then he hesitated. If he got a lamp he wouldn't have anywhere to put it. He'd have to go get a new bedside table! So instead he found a pack of matches and headed back into the bedroom with matches, broom and vacuum all in his hands. He set the cleaning utensils down and headed over to where he knew the piano to be in the room. Tearing out two matches from the pack he lit them and as the flame shot up he put it to the wick of each candle one at a time and lit them all up. It wasn't as bright as the lamps had been but it definitely brought enough light to the room so he could see what he needed.
He headed back into the bathroom first to both check on Alyson and make sure she hadn't drowned in the tub of bubbles, and to start sweeping up the debris. He did a couple of quick sweeps and got most of it, but some of the glass had gone close to the wall and he was too impatient to deal with that. He'd leave the broom and she could do it during the day if she really cared not to cut her foot open. He bent down and picked up the roll of bandages and then headed back out of the room, actually sweeping all the glass off the tile and onto the carpet.
Tossing the roll of bandages onto the bed he knew that he'd have to wait until her foot was dried before he could apply it. So he got to vacuuming the room, going around it and picking up as much glass and splinted wood as he could. Some of the wood was just too big though and he kicked it into the corner near the cage. She'd be good. Not like she was going to be going in the cage anyway.
It must have taken him a little longer than ten minutes to get all of the cleaning done. Or at least enough of it that it looked decent to him. It would do for the night. He had managed to kick all of the clothes into the corner as well during his vacuuming excursion. Which meant he'd have to have laundry done soon since everything was covered in wood and glass. But he didn't need to worry about that now.
He made his way to his closet and just stuffed the broom and vacuum in there. He didn't want to go back out into the hallway just yet. While he was in the closet he grabbed a towel that was folded on one of the top shelves. He preferred to keep his towels in his closet so that Prestine didn't try to give them to her pets to use. He wasn't so keen on sharing towels with them, but he was willing to allow Alyson this one time. Until he got her one for herself.
He moved a few of the hangers, sifting through what was left of his wardrobe trying to find something for her to sleep in. He decided to just grab a pair of navy boxer briefs and a soft plain white tee. It wasn't often but sometimes he liked to wear bland white tees under his shirts. Then he grabbed a bathrobe he had. He'd never actually worn it but he'd gotten it because he could. It was also a navy color and would be warm in case she were cold after her bath.
When he was satisfied with what he picked out for her he set the clothes and the bathrobe on the bed but brought the towel into the bathroom and set them on top of the toilet seat. "Clothes are on the bed. Bring the bandages and come into the living room when you're done." He told her and was ready to head out of the bathroom again but stopped and glanced over his shoulder. Prestine had made a point that he needed to be patient with her. "Take your time." He instructed and then he left. He was in need of a good drink.
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Mar 22, 2012 6:20:48 GMT -5
Alyson sat in the tub quietly, her body low so only her head peaked out over the suds as he promised new clothes and water. When he left she sat there not doing much for a few seconds, unsure if he was going to come back quickly and demand things of her, but she was starting to see a pattern with him. When he was calm, he was calm. When he told her to do something and she didn't he became angry. Between calm and angry there were his smart little remarks which were intended, she assumed, to be playful. Right now she knew she didn't have to fear him as much, but she still did. He went from zero to sixty so quickly.
She knew she couldn't sit in there all night, though, not cleaning herself. The girl leaned back all the way and wet her hair, running her fingers through it under the water to break up the curls. When she reached the surface once again she rubbed the water from her eyes and opened them only to see him walking in, which startled her. She didn't expect to see him again just yet.
He swept the debris quietly and she simply watched him from above the bubbles, feeling like a frog in a swamp with her eyes just sticking up. She had no idea what she would do it he went in for an attack, but not once did he even really give her a dirty look. He did what he'd come to do and then disappeared once more.
Alyson half wished she hadn't locked herself in the bathroom only so she could have it be locked now. She waited to hear him cleaning in the other room before she continued washing herself. She even slipped the shirt off, steeped completely naked in the tub.
She washed her hair slowly, loving the smell of the products she was using. When she got out of there she would need to try and find that again, she thought, and then the sickening feeling that she wasn't leaving washed over her again. She tried not to think about that part, pretending like she was at summer camp for a while. Home was only a few months away, she just had to stick it out until then.
She washed her body using the shirt as a cloth and was about to wash her face when he reappeared. She watched him cautiously, but less guarded as she did seeing he had a towel in his hand.
"Clothes are on the bed. Bring the bandages and come into the living room when you're done." Alyson gulped but made no effort to agree or disagree or even let him know she heard though she was looking right at him just waiting for him to leave. "Take your time." He said and then he was gone again. Alyson was sure now that he wasn't coming back and would allow her to decide when she was ready to be in his presence again.
She had such mixed feelings about him. He pushed her and tried forcing her to do things she didn't want to, but when she forced him to stop and he calmed down he was almost remorseful. It had happened after she had dirtied his piano keys and now when she'd refused to let him take advantage of her. She liked when he was remorseful, though. She even almost liked he was throwing snide remarks her way.
Al didn't like thinking about him in a positive light, though. It didn't excuse his monstrous behavior. She washed her face and then conditioned her hair, pulling the curls apart slowly under the water as she rinsed it. It didn't take long for her to finish cleaning herself, but she stayed in the tub a few extra minutes, then she pulled the drain. She allowed the water to drain around her then pulled the wet shirt out, wringing it and placing it on the side of the tub to dry. She looked out that opened door to see if he was waiting, but he wasn't, and then she stood up, wrapping the towel around her. The girl wiped herself down as she moved into the room, feeling she truly had privacy. She dressed quickly and then wrapped the towel around her hair.
T-shirt and boxers were one of her favorite pajamas, but she pulled the robe on anyway. It was soft and fluffy and felt like a damn dream against her bare skin. Al saw the bandages and thought about if she should join him in the other room or not. The bed looked comfortable and it was calling to her, but she was also running on an adrenaline high and sleep wouldn't come quickly. She also didn't want to tempt fate once more and decided she had no choice but to join him.
Al brought the bandages with her to the living room, walking lightly with her good foot and limping a little with the bad. She stopped in the doorway, watching him to make sure he seemed safe before entering the room. She said nothing as she moved to sit on the couch, the bandages in her hand still. She waited a second before extending the bandages out to him and then lifted her foot towards his lap, then she prayed he would behave.
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Mar 22, 2012 8:25:23 GMT -5
Sebastian had left the room only to find the kitchen once more. He grabbed a fresh glass of water for Alyson and a glass of scotch for himself. He wasn't a fan of water and rarely ever drank it. The blandness of it made it seem like a pointless thing to drink. Even though he knew that was what kept a human's body alive and well. He wondered if that actually kept him alive as well. He was willing to test the limits and see how long he could go without drinking an actual glass of water. Not that other things didn't have water.
He felt an emptiness in the pit of his stomach and knew it to be hunger. He hadn't eaten a damn thing since the sun went down and in his fit of rage he'd burned so much that if he didn't eat soon he'd get into another mood due to sheer hunger. So he grabbed a bowl and threw the rest of the grapes that remained in the fridge in there. He'd have to get some more food the next night since grapes and cheese was really all he'd gotten.
Making his way into the living room he took a seat on the couch and set the glasses down. The bowl he sat in his lap and began to pluck the grapes one by one off the stem before popping them in his mouth. Out of healthy foods, grapes was the lesser of evils. They actually had a nice taste to them. Juicy and sweet.
It was only a matter of time before Alyson came out and he was glad that she had ended up coming to him instead of him having to go back in there after her. He leaned forward and set the grapes back on the table, but he scooted the table closer to the couch once she was seated so if she felt like it she wouldn't have to lean too far to grab for anything.
Reaching for the bandaging he moved her foot a little to place it in a more comfortable spot on his lap and could see that it was beginning to bleed all over again now that the water wasn't washing it away. Not nearly as bad as before, but with the bandaging it would help prevent her from getting blood on everything. So he unwound the material and as gingerly as he possibly could he began wrapping it around her foot.
"Before you go to bed or do anything else, there's something I want you to do for me." He told her, keeping his voice low and trying to stay on his calm side. As long as she was listening he wasn't going to blow up on her. He proceeded to wrap the bandage around her foot and then up over her ankle as well before tucking the end under a wrapped piece so that it would stay in place. When he was done he actually looked up at her for the first time since she'd sat down.
"I know you've got paper and charcoal. Use it and make a list of all the things you need and want. And if they're reasonable enough requests, I'll get them for you. Towel and toothbrush being two things that you definitely need." He would grab some new clothes for her as well, but he was skeptical if she would actually wear them. Either way, Sebastian liked to shop and it would be entertaining for him trying to find clothes that he'd like to see her in.
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Mar 22, 2012 14:06:10 GMT -5
Alyson hugged the robe around her and snuggled into the soft couch cushion, her head now resting against the back as she watched him, still not trusting him completely, but far more calm now than s he had been earlier. He was like a ticking time bomb as far as she was concerned and it was only a matter of time before he exploded again. She flinched out of habit when he touched her foot, not because it hurt, but watched as he manipulated the bandage around her foot. "Before you go to bed or do anything else, there's something I want you to do for me."
Immediately she filled with dread again. What could he possibly want from her? Nothing good. Her heart sank. Alyson couldn't run from him due to her sore foot and even if she could it wasn't like she had anywhere to hide. He would end up making her give him or do for him whatever it was that he wanted from her anyway.
When he explained what he wanted, a simple list of things she would need and like to have, she was a little floored. It wasn't what she had expected him to ask of her, and she nodded, eyes downcast. The fact he wanted to get her the comforts of home only drove home the idea that she was his now, she was going nowhere any time soon, and she would need to deal.
When he was finished she pulled her foot back and brought her knees up as she often did when she was relaxing. Plus, it made a nice little shield against him. Alyson stared at him for a moment and then looked away. "Is that it?" She asked, not sure what he wanted from her now. She was clean and dressed, exactly like he'd wanted her to be. She saw the water on the table and was unsure if it was for her or not. She reached out for it and picked it up, looking at him for approval before bringing it to her lips and taking a sip. She was ready for this night to be over. She was ready for this relationship, or whatever the hell it was, to be over, too. In her mind she began compiling a list of things she wanted, top of them was her damn freedom.
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Mar 22, 2012 20:24:24 GMT -5
"Is that it?"
If Alyson wanted more Sebastian could make a list of things to give her to do. But he knew she'd be limping around and there was a chance she wouldn't even do it. Not to mention it was starting to grow late and he would have to do a few errands before the night was through.
"That's it." He told her and reached for his own glass of the scotch and drained the liquid from the glass, but held it in his hand and looked into it. There were things that could get done, laundry for one. Maybe he'd make a list of his own for her to abide by, give her chores to keep her from growing bored. Especially during the hours of the day.
"Do what you want for the night. I have things to do before the sun comes up. And the sooner you give me your list the faster I can get it done and make sure you have it in time before morning." He turned his head and looked at her now.
If he were to be patient he was going to have to do it by giving her more space and doing his own thing. Because patience wasn't something that Sebastian possessed easily and he knew that if she was out of sight and out of mind it would make it that much easier.
"You should get some sleep. You look like hell."
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Mar 22, 2012 20:34:53 GMT -5
Alyson drank the water practically downing the whole glass in one sip. She was glad that he was done giving orders and demands and making life difficult for her. She was exhausted from him and the way he was. "Do what you want for the night." She couldn't help but be bitter towards him. He'd had his fun and now he was putting his "toy" away. It annoyed her but she didn't say anything, furrowing her brows at her lap because she didn't feel comfortable doing it to him. "And the sooner you give me your list the faster I can get it done and make sure you have it in time before morning." There was a childish, spiteful part of her that didn't want to make the stupid list but in the end she knew she would only be hurting herself. "You should get some sleep. You look like hell." She looked up at him and pushed herself off the couch and to her feet, hobbling a little as she got used to the feeling of the pressure on her foot from the wounds. "I'll put the list outside the door." She told him, not wanting him to come in again. When she went in there she wanted to be alone, as far from him as possible. She would put pricey things on that damn list, too. She deserved them. She moved out of the living room without a second glance back, intent on making the list, and passing the hell out. Hopefully tomorrow would be better.
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