Teahouse. - Louis ‘Atticus’ Cross' room.
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				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 04:36:43</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 14:37:17</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll98/thetragicfragments/atticusmoodboard.jpg)</div><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Arlanda - Julia Kent (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=toiKMhCsd0k#)</td><td><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Atticus' room is somewhat centrally located between the working whore's bedrooms, and his door is rarely shut when he is inside. The room itself is rather small in comparison to those the others own, as is the bed. Little has changed about the room since Atticus moved in, as he arrived with few personal effects and hasn't added to them beyond a sword, more appropriate wardrobe and a gramophone. On the bedside table in arms reach is a glass locket with a twist of light blonde hair, and half a dozen letters scattered on the writing desk, most from his banker but a few from the single customer he has kept in contact with after coming to the Teahouse.</span> <br><br><br><br><br>Flaws Of Rough Diamonds (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98214.msg4281000#msg4281000) - a short story<br>The Moth And The Flame &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=99463.0)- a series of letters written with Crys<br>To Be Wicked (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=107292.0) - a stolen afternoon of hesitation and hunger with Wisti</td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 01:23:40</strong>
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				(From (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98126.msg4888857#msg4888857))<br><br><hr><br><br>Atticus’ room was centrally located in the House, so that when he was resting he might be able to get to any other room swiftly. It was on the north side of the house, the window looking out onto the street (the garden view rooms were much more sought after by the other whores for both the light and the more pleasant sight below.)<br><br>He opened the door – the only time it was closed was when he wasn’t within – and stepped aside. “Will it suit?” he asked Sir Bureck soft and curiously, a faint ring of humour lingering.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 22:38:48</strong>
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				The laughter made him feel not much better at all but the man was what his muse had been searching for so he would take the time he had contracted for and get his work done. Perhaps as little talking as possible would be best. Atticus Cross may not have been a whore but he was damn good at acting like one. Which meant he had likely been one at one time. How much must the man secretly loath him for requesting this of him? Nicholas wasn't at ease with that thought, nor with the false 'excitement' Mr. Cross professed. <br><br>Still he had followed him up the stairs, bound and determined to do what he had come here for, hoping that Florence would find herself only enjoying her afternoon. <br><br>When the door opened to reveal a simple, rather bare room Nicholas glanced around it appraising before wondering which would be worse. To do this in the man's own room and take that haven from him or to ruin his friend's room for Atticus. The light was more then good enough in here and so he nodded slowly, giving his assent. "Though I wonder if you would be more comfortable here or in the other room you received agreement for. Regardless, thank you." <br><br>The artist moved deeper into the room, considering where best to set his subject. "I meant what I said Mr. Cross, I have no intention to touch you or make use of you for anything other then my drawings. As for the amount clothing on during said sketches, I would prefer no shirt if you would not be too uncomfortable but please retain your breeches. They are revealing enough of your legs that I should not have an issue building whatever garments would be best for the piece as a whole." 
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				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>11-07-2011, 02:04:31</strong>
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				“I believe you, sir,” he murmured softly, the lie sounding no different than a truth. He’d had a long time to perfect it. He followed the man into his room, pulling the door to but not shutting it, his eyes wanting to flick to the bedside table but he didn’t look, not even for a moment. No weaknesses, no flaws. “Only a fool would try to cheat Master Ryan.” He gave a slight shrug and said, “it makes no matter to me where I am or how dressed, sir. The light, as you can see, is rather weak even at this hour. The rooms across the hall face South, so catch more light.” He moved across the room to the desk, sliding a few papers into a draw and shutting it gently then leaned one hip against it. “Would you care to see the other room?”<br><br>He watched the blonde man passively, then frowned. “...might I ask for what purpose you wish to draw me, sir?” He hadn’t thought to ask in the office, but the thought of one of his old clients – and one in particular – seeing it and asking the knight where he had found such a model... to be discovered...&nbsp; even in his cold, barren place the idea frightened him. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>13-07-2011, 06:15:14</strong>
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				Did he truly believe him? Nicholas thought not but there was no need to repeat himself, only action would prove his point, or rather lack of action. He noticed, with silence as if he were contemplating the light, how Atticus moved to hide a few papers. His privacy then was this room, if he had felt comfortable enough to leave out personal things he wouldn't want other eyes to see. The other room would be best after all. The grey eyed artist glanced around the room once more. <br><br>"Very well, the southern facing room then." The question, the final curiosity did almost draw a smile onto his lips but he suppressed it, turning to look fully at the guard with a neutral expression on his features instead. <br><br>"I am working on a large scale illustrative painting depicting...rather exotic and slightly erotic themes, a revisit of the focus in the 'other' that was so popular two hundred or so years ago, and yet at the same time not. There will be darkness and tragedy along with the beauty of course, outside of that I have no desire to impart more; not even my primary model Florence knows much more then what I have just said. It is the only true control an artist has on their work, the sharing or not sharing of it. This is a personal piece, a labor of love if you will and I am not sure I would wish to do more then simply hang it in my own home or studio. Still, while you have that edge of something about you that I was looking for I will not draw you exactly as you are in the final piece, just as I would not do such to Florence, people deserve the right to privacy."<br><br>"And well...I enjoy keeping the public guessing about just who my muses were." 
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				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>19-07-2011, 01:26:49</strong>
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				Atticus gave a small nod, watching the man's gaze moving over his room. He didn't feel comfortable with this stranger in his room, though it barely reflected any of his tastes at all. It was almost untouched compared to Zara's, Anel's or Fi's rooms. Nothing gave hint of his character, his interests, his habits but for the Absinthe decanter and the phonograph. The room he'd had at the Briars had his soul inverted and affixed to the very walls. Exposing himself so deeply to people who cared just enough to turn it around and hurt him. He wondered what this man thought of what he saw, wondered if he was disappointed.<br><br>The swordsman gestured towards the door. "Come, have a look at the other room. Your decision should be informed."&nbsp; <br><br><hr><br>(To (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98323.msg4946426#msg4946426))
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				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 03:43:11</strong>
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				(From (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98323.msg4955354#msg4955354))<br><br><hr><br><br>After leading the way to Adi’s room, Atticus returned to his own. He threw open the window, and looked down at the street, his hands shaking slightly. It was too quiet. He didn’t want to think. He had failed. He’d not pleased the client. The Master was going to be so angry...<br><br>He shut his eyes. The Mistress of The Briars had done such ugly things to the disobedient whores. She’d had everyone watch as she and her man Hunter did things that left the victim on the brink of death. They had driven it deep – nothing the clients did was as bad as what they could do to them. He’d never failed so badly as to warrant something like that, but to be the reason why a session was ended? And not even because he’d asked, but because he’d been disrespectful and unworthy. “Fuck, fuck!” he hissed, and slammed his fist into the wall. The flash of pain helped. Not much, but some.<br><br>Don’t damage the House. He’d broken that creed. He wouldn’t make it worse. <br><br>He left the window wide and went to his writing desk, opening a secret cubby and fishing out a green-papered cigarette and a book of matches. He then left, rather quickly, heading&nbsp; down the stairs. <br><br><hr><br>(To (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98856.msg4955611#msg4955611))
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				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>01-08-2011, 08:25:37</strong>
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				(From (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98856.msg5007346#msg5007346))<br><br><hr><br>He led the way, up the servants stairs to his bedroom, purposely avoiding the main hallway to evade Master Ryan a while longer. He opened the door and left it wide as he moved to his writing desk and ground out the stub in the empty ash tray. “Bruises, abrasions – any deeper wounds or strains?“ He gestures at a chair, the only honestly comfortable one in the room, overstuffed green leather with a feather cushion. “I have something for anything.” Most hadn’t been refreshed since the Briars, but it should still be good.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>07-08-2011, 13:14:28</strong>
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				As he followed Atticus hurriedly up the stairs and along the corridors to the bodyguard's room, it struck him that the man had no idea yet what had happened to him and a rather uncomfortable knot came to his stomach. On one hand; Atti was far too attractive and strong to pass up the chance at being alone in his room... But there was also that nagging part of Anel's mind that blamed the man for not doing his job.<br><br>"Stupid... He can't be everywhere at once... Bastard Ga... Bastard... But its his job... Ergh." The boy muttered to himself as he wandered through the threshold, looking nervously at the chair for a moment before gingerly lowering himself down, forcing away to flinch that would have passed over his features.<br><br>"Oh... Um... A bit of everything I think; have some robe burns... Some burn-burns... Bruises. Typical stuff." And of course, not-so-typical internal injuries. But Anel wasn't going to share if he could help it; it would ruin the mood.<br><br>"Its very good of you to look after me like this... Do you... Do it for everyone?" A slender eyebrow arched as he tried to shift back to the more sultry aspect of his personality; lifting his legs and turning slowly to drape them over one arm, leaning luxuriously over the other. "Hmmm? Or am I special?" He chuckled and winked teasingly, a smile playing on his rosy lips.
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				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>25-08-2011, 04:30:07</strong>
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				&nbsp;Hearing Anel list his hurts, Atticus felt a tight, vicious ache wrap around his chest. Stupid, the boy had wanted to be hurt. It wasn’t wrong. He felt the bite on his lip again, lightly with his tongue tip – he’d been bothering it too much and the sweet ache was turning bitter. He really should leave it alone. <br><br>He turned away from the youth and went to his bed, kneeling to drag out a lockbox from beneath it. It was three foot long, two foot deep and one foot tall, metal encased with leather and rather scuffed and battered. He unlocked it was a small key in his pocket, and lifted the lid. On the very top was a mask, black and elegant, wing-like protrusions flaring back and up, and a pagan symbol of fertility and power cresting the brow. Atticus tossed it distractedly onto his bed, his attention on the vials and jars that had accumulated over time. <br><br>“I don’t, no. The others don’t... attract the same clientele as you.” He cast a glance over to the boy, then smirked at the casually sexual pose. His blue gaze moved of its own volition over the slender leg. Oh, he knew how to tempt. Atticus’ voice was deeper than a moment before, more velvet. “You enjoy pain, don’t you? Yes, you are special. You are very...” He trailed off, and shook his head. “...distracting.” He finished, turning back to his box and picking out a few bottles of ointments. “This has Arnica and St. John’s Wart. And the scent is not overpowering or unpleasant. It should help with small cuts and bruises. This has bear grease, and... hum, are you planning on taking another client today? This one is... pungent. It helps burns not scar, though.”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>25-08-2011, 08:26:18</strong>
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				[Cpcolor=navy]Anel was content to simply remain draped over the chair in the rather tempting position, shifting his crossed legs a little to cause the gap between the ends of his robe to flutter open further, exposing more of his slender thighs. He examined his hairs in a seemingly uninterested manner, humming a light tune to himself even as he stole close glances towards the box, his curiosity (or perhaps nosiness) piqued. "Hmm?" He arched a slender eyebrow, tilting his head back with a soft chuckle to show the elegant curve of his throat at Atti's words.<br><br>"That's my job, isn't it! To tempt and tease poor people into simply having no other option but to use me..." He purred silkily, winking in the man's direction. "But if you say it... Its a rather lovely compliment..." He closed his eyes with a small frown then as Atti busied himself with the lotions. Applying them would be awkward... Hopefully he could do it himself and the bodyguard need not see his body... Why hadn't he washed before storming to the gardens?<br><br>Swallowing slightly and twitching at Atti's question of another client, the boy spoke quickly, shaking his head. "I... N-No. Not today... I'm rather... Worn-out from... Gar... From the other client." A small shudder passed over him as he suddenly swung his legs around and stood. "Anyway... I want the best you have; I don't care about burning or the smell... If iy burns I might rather enjoy it anyway... Also I rather need to use the bathroom..."
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				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>26-08-2011, 01:54:15</strong>
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				The swordsman’s attention sharpened tangibly as Anel stuttered over his casual question about clients. His words were fast, nervous, and he stood up as if he couldn’t bear to sit, couldn’t stand to be even that vulnerable. Something had happened. Something with Lord Aldrich, perhaps. The boy couldn’t seem to say his name.<br><br>Atticus stayed kneeling, not wanting to stand. It would only aggravate the youth, though Anel hadn’t seemed at all different to his per usual, except for making a scene an hour or so earlier. He didn’t even sound drunk, though he’d gone through at least one bottle of spirits. Perhaps he hadn’t really drank, but pretended to, so to use it as an excuse for his outlashing... though why was he outlashing? And why was he so... nervous about having another client?<br><br>He would have brushed off the stuttering and the uneasy tension that he now could sense pulsing under Anel’s skin as just the natural reaction to the idea of more pain when the memory of it still burns fresh, but married with the tantrum? He was sure something... unacceptable... had happened. The question burned on his tongue like a hot coal, but there was something fragile about Anel. If he was too direct, the boy might leave without taking the salves, and might even do more damage to himself, or the House. Atticus would seek out the others, Master Ryan and perhaps Fi and Zara. They had been in the garden with Anel, hadn’t they? <br><br>“Apply the one with the blue label first, then the green. And... wear something you don’t mind ruining. The grease is hell to get out of silk.” He extended his hand, holding the two small bottles in one palm. “If you like them, you can keep them. I think you’ll make better use of them.” <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>26-08-2011, 02:16:42</strong>
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				As it happened, the boy's questionable drunken behaviour had been utterly destroyed by Ryan's firm talking-to, and the depressing topic that had lined every word. Anel simply didn't have the energy or willpower to go on another rant about his 'eventful' day to anyone else; it was easier to pretend that nothing had happened, that his body didn't ache dreadfully. "Right... Thanks, Atti..." He said softly with a small smile as the jars were offered to him, reaching and taking them with a small nod before an unpleasant thought came to him and he frowned.<br><br>Could they be used internally? Would he have to apply it directly? They were questions that he definitely needed to ask before he went about dabbing the powerful salves in potentially damaging areas... But there was no way that the bodyguard would answer without his suspicions racing, and Anel didn't want to talk about what had happened any more that day... Or any other day for that matter. He would have to skirt around the issue. Clearing his throat he examined the salves closely, tilting his head to one side before he spoke, his tone trying to seem aloof and calm, though this effort in itself was rather obvious. "So... Are these dangerous? You know... For open cuts and things? If I accidentally got any, you know... Internally through open injuries...? Would it be bad?"<br><br>That sounded like an innocent enough question, right? A logical concern that he would have to be careful of... But then, what if it was too much. Shit. Backtrack. He cleared his throat and shook his head. "Bah, never mind... I'm sure it'll be fine..." He closed his eyes slowly. He needed to calm down; just drift back to the slutty, bitchy Anel that everyone knows and hates... <br><br>"But anyway..." He lowered his voice again, leaning forward with a small smirk forced upon his lips, his eyes glittering with desire. "Mmmm... Will you be... Wanting payment for this, Atti...? You being so very nice to me... Surely I can do... Something for you?" He winked, running his tongue slowly, tantalisingly over rosy lips. "Want to try the goods...? I bet you're curious how much I can take... How much hurt you can deliver...?"<br><br>Surely Atti would loose track of his worries like this? Hopefully, anyway...
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				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>26-08-2011, 03:29:13</strong>
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				Atticus could hear the rhythmic thud of his heart for a moment as he absorbed the questions Anel asked. He was... confident he had guessed correctly as to what the something was, that Lord Aldrich had used Anel inappropriately, and without the consent of Master Ryan. Hadn’t he and the Master just been talking about Anel’s auction while they – or, really, only himself – ate lunch? If someone had won, Master Ryan would have said something. <br><br>He didn’t know enough. He didn’t know when, though he could guess. But, none of the servants had said anything about a raucous, so perhaps, even if it were against Master Ryan’s wishes, it hadn’t been against Anel’s? <br><br>He turned back to the box and looked at a few bottles without really seeing them before drawing out a bottle no wider than his thumb, and a palm sized tub which had no label, only swirling scrollwork. “Put three drops of this in a hot bath,” he said, holding the slender vial up. “It will... numb, just enough. Don’t use more than three drops, it’s fucking expensive and I want it back once you’re done.” Oil of opium was double its worth in gold. “After your bath, use this on your... open injuries. You can keep that one, too. As for payment, you can shine my boots.” The last came out hard and cold. <br><br>It wasn’t exactly an accident. Sex permeated the Teahouse, there was no escape from it. But he didn’t want Anel to think he was so weak that he could be distracted by a fumble. This had happened because he’d be distracted by Master Ryan. He had been negligent. “Does Master Ryan know?” he asked, his voice low.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>26-08-2011, 03:44:09</strong>
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				The shift in mood was instantly and terribly noticeable and Anel knew that his efforts to be sly and calm about the incident had failed miserably. He shifted in the chair to sit in a more normal position, his knees being held tightly together, hands clasped, resting on now tense thighs. He didn't want it to be like this; he wanted to have a little fun... To distract himself...<br><br>He looked across at the vials that were raised, having no idea just how valuable the tiny container was. The thing he did notice was the curse that was so uncommon from Atticus' lips and he flinched slightly, lowering his gaze and fiddling with the jars he held already. So soon after he had made the promise to hold up the pretence of the show, he felt it all unravelling as a frown came to his lips and he nodded in silence at the instructions... It was odd how he suddenly felt so very small compared to the bodyguard, almost frozen to the chair as he waited for the question that he knew would eventually come. Even knowing it however... Made the telling no easier.<br><br>"... Yes..." Came the blunt reply, the boy's shoulders sagging as he closed his eyes, swallowing thickly. "Do you really think... I wouldn't have told him how I... Just lost the House so much money...? I know I'm a bitch who doesn't give one fuck but I actually do... Whatever you all seem to think..." He voice was hollow and he rose to his feet then, tossing the jars carelessly back.<br><br>"Keep them. I changed my mind." He muttered, turning with the telltale limp with the intent to leave the room.
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				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>26-08-2011, 04:09:46</strong>
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				He felt a stab of annoyance as the boy wallowed in self pity, literally throwing the bottles he held back to Atticus. He didn’t even try to catch them, knowing the small vial he held was worth too much to risk dropping it. His depth perception was ruined, anyway. The glass thudded heavily on the rug and, happily, didn’t smash. <br><br>“You’ll cost Master Ryan even more if you don’t heal up soon. Take them. Look after yourself. I have to go an talk to the staff.” He had to go talk to the Master of the House, but saying that might make Anel even more upset. “Look, I don’t think anything about anyone here. Having an opinion isn’t what I’m paid for. What you do, that’s between you, your client and Master Ryan.” <br><br>He gathered the three bottles and the tub, and got to his feet, careful his shoulders are relaxed, his hands were not tense and his wrists were turned out. His head was slightly tilted. Everything to carefully say with his body, I won’t hurt you. <br><br>“Here,” he offered the bottles again. “Have a bath. You’ll feel a lot better.”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>26-08-2011, 04:21:19</strong>
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				Anel closed his eyes tightly as Atticus spoke, wrapping his arms around his upper half in a defensive motion before he edged away from the bodyguard even with his posture being entirely unthreatening. He blinked down at the vials and tub with a small sigh before he nodded and finally accepted them, his features still downcast.<br><br>"I didn't want it." He said suddenly, swallowing once again. "I don't... Want you thinking that I'd throw myself away like that..." The boy shuffled on the spot with a heavy sigh, toying with one of the vials before he spoke again, his tone lowered. "Will it hurt...? I... I've never... You know..." The whore was never embarrassed about anything involving his body, and yet then he only wiggled his hips slightly, hopefully indicating what he was meaning.<br><br>"But anyway... I shouldn't keep you... Sorry." Anel frowned and looked off to one side, mentally scolding himself. He had a chance to play with the elusive ATticus... And had utterly failed, and managed to rather depress himself in the process. A complete failure.
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				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>18-09-2011, 18:32:06</strong>
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				He couldn’t quite believe the youth when he said he hadn’t wanted it. His voice and body language said that Anel believed his own lie, but the hard fact was that he could stand, he could move and talk and function. What had happened to the young whore was not rape as Atticus recognised it. It didn’t calm the fury he felt towards the client, however. The damaged done to Anel’s confidence, the disregard shown to Master Ryan, his hand twitched in an aborted movement towards his sword, controlling his desire to touch the hilt. <br><br>Atticus nodded at the unsure question. “It will, but less so if you use the oil in a warm bath first. If you find it unbearable even after the bath, dab a little more of the oil on your wrists. Your skin will absorb it. You’ll feel... better. Like you’re on a cloud. Makes getting it up close to impossible for a few hours, though.” He rubbed his chin, the slight growth of stubble rasping, his gaze dropping away from the boy. “I... Anel. I’m sorry this happened, but... the first time is always ugly. I swear, it’ll get better. If you need help, I’ll try to give it.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>20-09-2011, 19:42:23</strong>
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				There was an awkward silence that stretched between the pair once Atticus had finished speaking. Anel had turned slowly to face away from the bodyguard, his slender fingertips wrapped around the doorhandle as if to simply leave and yet for some reason unknown to him, his wrist wouldn't turn. Slowly, he looked back over his shoulder, his features holding a barely-hidden expression of pain as he mulled over the apology, an unpleasant lump forming in his throat.<br><br>"Is it...?" He muttered sharply, fingers tightening on the handle. "Is it always like that? Unwanted and... And humiliating? Does it always make you feel dirty? No. Don't be an idiot, Atti..." He turned away once again, his tone holding venom more directed at himself than the other man before he took a steadying breath and shook his head, speaking again in a more subdued tone. "Why are you apologising? You can't be everywhere at once... I'm sure you were doing... Something important." He had wanted to shout and scream so very badly; how Atticus should have been there. How it was his job to keep the House safe. But he hadn't the energy to...<br><br>"Thanks for the lotions." He added, finally turning the handle, but pausing just as he opened the door just a crack. "How could you help me more than this? Its done. Master Ryan will have gotten the money I'm sure... So everything's fine. I'm just a little sore..." He trailed off and nodded, opening the door further.<br><br>"I'll bring the stuff back later... If there's nothing else...?" He glanced over his shoulder, a downcast expression on his features, his gaze roughly on Atticus' stomach.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Louis ‘Atticus’ Cross' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>22-09-2011, 00:27:13</strong>
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				Atticus frowned, wondering how he was being an idiot. “If you dislike it so strongly, this may not be the right profession for you.&nbsp; And I’m apologising because it happened, and it shouldn’t have.” He didn’t know when the rape had occurred, but he realised that it had probably been while he and Master Ryan had fucked. Guilt wormed through him, but he pushed it away – if the maids hadn’t heard it, he wouldn’t have, either. <br><br>He wanted to ask the boy if he had fought very hard, or made noise enough to bring attention, but he held back the questions, knowing Anel was too fragile to have them asked.<br><br>He shrugged slightly and said, “I know how hard reaching some places can be. If you need aid in the lotion’s application, I would be willing to help.” It would also let him see how much damage had been done... but, again, if Anel was able to walk without screaming, he was likely just a little roughed up. <br><br>“All right,” Atticus murmured in response. He wanted to reach out for the boy, touch him, but knew it would be rejected. “I’ll see you later, then.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Louis ‘Atticus’ Cross' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>22-09-2011, 02:49:03</strong>
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				It was all Anel could do to prevent himself shouting and likely causing an unpleasant scene; he was a whore if ever there was one. Was it too much to have hoped for that his first time be even vaguely consensual? Apparently so, and the boy closed his eyes, gritting his teeth as Atticus spoke.<br><br>He would not accept such help. He had surprising amounts of pride for one who did what he did; debasing himself for clients was much different to doing so with others who lived in the Teahouse, and Anel loathed the thought of feeling as though he owed anyone, even if it was Atticus. "I won't be needing that help. As you can see I'm... Hardly injured. I'm just being a pussy."<br><br>He smiled bitterly and nodded then, stepping out onto the corridor. "But yes. I'm sure you have things to tend to... Thanks for the lotion." With that, the boy allowed the door to swing shut behind him, his uneven footfalls echoing as he made his way along the hall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Louis ‘Atticus’ Cross' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>22-09-2011, 02:53:21</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ee/Teahouseicon.png)<br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Time Skip.</span><br><em>This thread has been moved through time. All activities beyond this notification will take place in the evening of day one, instead of the afternoon.</em><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ee/Teahouseicon.png)</div>
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