Teahouse. - Outside.
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				Title: <strong>Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 23:58:56</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>This would entail the garden and everything else that goes on around the building of the Teahouse.</em></div><br><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ee/Teahouseicon.png)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 20:22:57</strong>
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				With her first client of the day already seen to and gone from the Teahouse, or perhaps not gone, perhaps going to find Zara, not that it mattered, Fiona found herself once again alone with little to do. Three years here, three years of service to the Teahouse and while she still had the up most respect for Master Ryan and those who tended to the house Fiona found she had little in the way of friends. It was not something that most would complain of though, she reflected as she wove her way through the gardens, down the paths she knew so well, toward the more secluded places that offered some form of privacy. She had a beautiful room, with anything she could have desired provided for her through a discreet request to Ryan, so long as she earned her keep; she had the time to work on her writing and design gowns, she had several loyal, wonderful clients. Really she had little to complain of. <br><br>But even with that in mind the redhead's normal sunny disposition was somewhat less as she found the little gazebo she had had in mind; she wanted someone with whom she could be completely unguarded with. This time on her trip out she had taken a basket packed with a light picnic, her idea journal, used both for clothing sketches and her writing musings. Part of her just wanted to stare out at the gardens in this secluded corner of them and think. <br><br>She was the sunny one, the easy going one but that only lasted so long and went so far, everyone needed a bit of 'off' time and so she was finding hers here, in a part of the gardens usually unused in this time of the day, hoping to avoid everyone. Fiona had of course told one of the maids, Mary, who she was easy with that she would be out here should the Master need her. Even when she was trying to find her own escapes she was aware that her time was not her own. Did whore's take vacation? She laughed softly to herself at the very concept, setting her basket down on the iron worked table that rested in the center of the gazebo, settling herself down in a chair before she unpacked the contents of the basket. First came a bottle of sparkling water, and then napkin that was wrapped around a few lady like sandwiches, another bundled cloth containing a few short bread biscuits for a sweet, and an apple. A simple, light meal. <br><br>Her hands went to her idea journal though, and the pencil she had brought out with it, over her normal quill for writing. She hadn't wanted to fuss with ink in the garden. Idly twirling the lead in her fingers she flipped through the journal to a blank page and then relaxed back into her chair further, tapping the lead against the page as she stared out at the sunlight, beautiful garden. Several types of flowers were in bloom, their scent a faint lingering thing that made her think of May Day and the old tales, wondering at weaving a crown of flowers just for the sake of it. She let her mind wander, filled with idle day dreams and fancies, her fingers moving every so often to sketch out this, or write a snippet of that. And so she unwound and tried to find the way back to the sunshine that lay within her own heart.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 03:03:21</strong>
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				Adi strode out the door from the main building into the courtyard, trying not to let himself get too angry and largely failing, his jaw clenched and his hands balled into fists. <br><br><em>God, what am I doing here, just getting turned down by all these stupid... spoiled brats...</em> Adi stopped in the middle of the path and closed his eyes, drawing in a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. <br><br><em>Calm down, Adi. It's not getting you anywhere.</em> He breathed out slowly, very gradually unclenching his jaw and his fists, trying to wash out the tension. He breathed in again. Out. In. Out. His eyes fluttered open and he looked up towards the sky, sunlight filtering through the treas that lined the path towards the garden. He managed to smile a little... the weather was lovely, at least.<br><br>He continued down the path towards a relatively empty part of the garden, deciding he would at least get some fresh air and exercise. He saw Fiona nearby, and smiled and waved politely at her, before heading to a soft patch of grass, beginning to stretch, extending his hands up above his head before bending down slowly, his fingertips easily reaching the ground. <br><br><em>People who keep passing me up don't know what they're missing,</em> He mused internally. He spent time like this every day focusing on his flexibility, after all. 
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 06:41:02</strong>
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				She heard footsteps not long after she had turned to a new page in her journal, needing a fresh blank canvas to fill. Her journals would hardly make sense to anyone else, she thought, with a inward laugh. Still the footsteps pulled her attention up from her own musings though and she glanced at the path she had taken out here, hoping it wasn't Zara in a mood or a servant to fetch her for another client. Not just yet. Instead she found her eyes resting on the figure of one of the new arrivals at the Teahouse, known by the name of Adi from what the servants said. Fiona had yet to really speak to the young man outside of a hello here and there, largely because she simply never pushed herself or her company on another and he seemed to enjoy his solitude. <br><br>Still...she returned the way, with the hand that held her pencil and then set it in the middle of the journal and closed the book before setting it aside and getting to her feet. She shook out her skirts, to make sure that if they had wrinkled they didn't any longer and moved to the edge of the gazebo's shade, watching as the other whore stretched. She marveled at his flexibility sometimes, though as a dancer herself, not as talented as others by any means of course, she had her own skills in that area. <br><br>Fi bit down on her lower lip, if he liked to stretch maybe he liked to dance, and it was always more fun to dance with another person. She had also heard from the kitchen gossip that he liked to create jewelry. Maybe they could be friends. Still Fiona found herself uncommonly shy, standing there torn over approaching him or letting them both have their quiet. She was hardly ever shy when with a client, unless they liked that of course, because well...she couldn't be. She was the one that put others at ease, that soothed and smiled and laughed. And she wanted a friend. Adi was there and there were things....Fiona finally straightened her shoulders and inhaled, deciding she had enough of the dithering and left the shade of the gazebo to trail over the grass toward the young man. <br><br>"Hello Adi...I hope I'm not intruding, I can um...go, if you want. Back to the gazebo but I thought...well I thought it might be nice to talk and I have um...food, like for a picnic, if you want of course." The words spilled from her, slightly awkward and probably a trust too earnest. The redhead's pale cheeks flushed and she looked down and away, back toward the gazebo, half thinking of just going back there anyway. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 07:01:53</strong>
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				Adi had continued to stretch while Fiona contemplated coming over to him, and had just bent himself back into a graceful backwards arch when she finally approached, planting his hands delicately on the ground, looking up at her with a slight smile and a chuckle. Aww, she seemed so shy... that struck Adi as really cute. He carefully lifted himself up onto his hands, continuing in that direction until his bare feet were back on the grass, lifting himself back upright.<br><br>"Hello Fiona," he said with a pleasant smile, his mood already picking up after having been rejected. Someone acting willing to speak to him, to spend time around him usually lifted his spirits. He reached up and gently tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, brushing it away from his face. "I just thought I would get some fresh air and a little exercise... but I can take a break from that and come eat with you," he said with a brighter smile. Fiona was really one of the first ones to make any kind of friendly gesture like that towards him, and he appreciated it.
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 07:58:52</strong>
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				Fiona blinked in surprise as the young man bent himself in an arch and then lifted his feet over his head, her expression not hiding that shock before she laughed softly and bit her lower lip again, a habit she had from childhood. Still the laugh softened her nerves some and she returned his smile warmly with one of her own. "Fresh air is always welcome and well..the garden tends to be a nice escape. When I was little my father would take me out into the woods sometimes and we would play at finding unicorns..." <br><br>The sharing of the memory came unbidden and she blushed again, most people, especially the whores didn't care to talk about their lives before the Teahouse and she had no wish to make others think that she was a spoiled girl with no idea of the cruelties of the world. She had lived a sheltered life, which made her position here all the more odd. She retreated from that subject, brushing it aside with a bright smile when he said he would join her and warmth lit up her features. "Oh that would be a delight, its nothing special, the picnic but food is always better shared, or so I was taught."<br><br>She held out her hand then, ever one for easy touching, enjoying touch in fact, and it was an offer that came with no reservations or demands. "It would be lovely to get to know you more, if you don't mind of course." Apparently she was long out of practice at talking to friends. She didn't want to flirt like she did with some clients, or blush and stammer and submit, or even coax him into what was desired from the encounter. Those where things for patrons, not friends. The respectful obedience and admiration she gave Ryan would have been out of place as well. But, or at least she told herself this, it would be like any other skill, just something one had to practice at a bit and then it would be easier.
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				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 02:54:56</strong>
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				"You have a family? What are they like?" Adi asked with a smile, seeming genuinely curious. Having been abandoned at an age far too young to remember his real family, he often wondered what it was like to have one. He'd grown up in the orphanage, and thus had never experienced it firsthand. Considering this, he seemed almost surprisingly cheerful, the days' and weeks' worth of rejections not seeming to weigh him down, nor indeed the <em>years'</em> worth he'd experienced being passed up at the orphanage. <br><br>When Fiona offered her hand, Adi smiled and took it without hesitation, not seeming bothered by the gesture at all, nor by reciprocating it. He nodded at her quickly, seeming to enjoy the aspect of getting to know her better. "I'd love that," he said with a smile, and followed her over to the gazebo where she'd left her picnic. He sat himself down carefully while releasing her hand, but didn't help himself to any food, after all, he hadn't been invited to yet, and if there was one thing he'd picked up during his life in the orphanage, it was to be extra polite. Polite, pleasant children were more easily adopted, after all, even if it hadn't exactly worked to Adi's advantage. 
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 04:50:55</strong>
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				At the question Fiona froze for a moment, remembering that not all of those who ended up at the Teahouse had ever had family, but she couldn't help the way her eyes softened, her heart leapt at the thought of her family, of her father. And so she nodded shyly and led Adi toward the elegant table that held her basket, her journal laying near the food. She settled herself down with a smile at him, hands moving to separate out the sandwiches into an even two piles, the two apples, and the bottle of water between them. The cookie like biscuits she merely untied and left sitting in the middle. "There, just perfect, I'm glad I let them press on me a bit more then I normally eat." <br><br>She tucked her legs under her chair and picked up the red shinny apple, playing with it in her hands as she thought of his question and how to answer it. "I did, I was an only child. My father was an author and my mother a scholar." She lowered the apple, her eyes on it for a moment as she thought of those years, watching her father waste away and her normally happy features showed the sorrow of that loss that still made her heart ache, still made her cry sometimes at night. <br><br>"When I was eleven he took ill, he didn't recover no matter what the doctor's did. He passed on two years later and it was just me and my mother." The redhead lifted the apple upward, gazing at it, finding it easier then looking at someone else while she knew tears shimmered in her eyes, threatening to spill. "My mother remarried when I was seventeen, after I left home to seek my own fortune; she's happy now. My father was...oh he brought magic to life. Unicorns were the least of it I fear, and if my imagination is over active now its only him to blame, my mother steadied us both, the wise one." <br><br>Fi took a bit of the apple and then looked at Adi again finally, a ghost of her normal smile soft on her lips. "They are good, and I write to her still, every week at least. Though I'm sure listening to me ramble about my parents is not the most fun of picnic discourses to be had. What do you do for fun Adi?"
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				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 05:11:17</strong>
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				Adi smiled as he watched Fiona sort out the food, giving him an equal amount as she took for herself, looking up at her gratefully. "Thank you, very much," He said sincerely, folding his hands delicately on the table and bowing his head, murmuring something quietly to himself. He was saying grace, another old habit that died hard after being raised by nuns. He crossed himself, and lifted his head up, smiling brightly at Fiona as he reached to take an apple as well. <br><br>He ate very quietly and slowly as he listened to her as she spoke, seeming to hang on her every word, taking it all in. He looked apologetic as she spoke of her father's death, chewing and swallowing the bit of apple before offering a quiet "I'm so sorry," returning to eating as she returned to telling him about her family. Adi had no idea what it would be like to lose a member of one's family like that, but he imagined it must be very difficult. <br><br>He offered Fiona another smile, placing a hand in front of his mouth as it was still full of apple when she finished up and asked him to tell her about himself, taking a moment to swallow again before responding, not wanting to speak with his mouth full. <br><br>"Oh! Well, I...make things, like this," Adi said and extended his hand over across the table, showing Fiona the bracelets on his wrist. They were made of things like embriodery thread, leather, copper... he set his half-eaten apple down, and reached to untie one bracelet in particular, made of woven thread, in a variety of soft green and blue colors. <br><br>"I was left at the orphanage when I was very small. Only a few years old," he started, smiling a little as he held the partially-eaten apple in his hand, though he didn't take another bite while he was talking. "... I grew up there. The nuns were very nice to me, but for some reason no one quite wanted to take me home," he breathed out in a quiet sigh, casting his eyes downwards. <br><br>"...I had a lot of free time on my hands there, and one nun in particular was very nice, and encouraged me to do something creative... and I began to make these kinds of things." He looked up towards Fiona again, a slight smile still on his lips even as he spoke of this. He reached to take Fiona's hand gently, and tied the bracelet onto her wrist. <br><br>"That's a wish-bracelet," He said with a brighter smile now. "If you leave it on until the threads break, and it falls off... you get a wish."
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 05:36:06</strong>
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				When the other whore held a hand in front of his mouth she blushed, mouthing <em>sorry</em> that she had caught him with a question at just such a time. She took another bite of her own apple and listened, leaning forward curiously when his arm was extended to look at the bracelets around the male's elegant wrists. His hands would look amazing in the right gloves she thought randomly before refocusing on the bracelets and smiling. Maybe she could tempt him into making some sort of project together, with her sewing and his jewelry. Maybe they could be friends. Fi felt silly for how slender a thing she was trying to grab onto and make into something more but it was in her nature and Papa had always encouraged her dreaming, so she let go of that slight shame and simply listened as Adi talked, relaxing herself. <br><br>The mention of an orphanage did make her brow furrow, and she bit down on her lower lip, wishing she had known before she had spoken so warmly of her own family. But then, no, that wouldn't have been right to do. It still broke her heart to think of what it must have been like to wait, wait and hope to be chosen, to be taken home and she nearly reached out and touched him before realizing it might be over stepping her bounds. She didn't want to make him uncomfortable. <br><br>But then he had reached for her hand and she let him take it, her cheeks blushing as he tied one of his creations around her pale wrist, a pretty thing of blue and green, so soft in hue. Her aquamarine eyes were wide, blinking as he told her that it was a wish bracelet. She giggled softly, returning his bright smile with one of her own, the sadness from thinking of her father chased away for now. "Oh that's a lovely thing, what she encouraged you to do, and you are so talented at it."<br><br>She drew her wrist close again, once he released it and turned her hand, admiring the bracelet openly. "This is so well done. I could share some of my supplies with you if you like; I've no hand for making jewelry but I make all my own clothing, so I have lots of threads and fabrics and metals and gems and such, no real jewels of course, just paste, but they are really very pretty." She reached for the water, twisting out the cork and smiling. "That is of course, if you wanted that. I really don't mean to assume anything at all I just...get well excited and tend to get a bit caught up in it." She blushed then, aware it could be a flaw, though some clients enjoyed it.
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				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 04:18:45</strong>
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				Adi's eyes lit up as Fiona mentioned having some bits and scraps left over from tailoring, and he nodded quickly, a bright smile on his face. "Oh, that would be wonderful!" He said excitedly, always loving to get his hands on some new materials to make more trinkets and cheap jewelry. "Thank you so much."<br><br>He didn't seem to share Fiona's concerns about her speaking about her family - Adi couldn't miss what he never had, after all. Having never known a real family of his own, he was merely curious, and enjoyed hearing what others' lives had been like with their families, perhaps living vicariously through them a tiny bit. <br><br>Adi laughed a bit, seeming to be having a good time with Fiona, and picked up a sandwich to nibble on it. "I could teach you how to make some things," He said a bit shyly, looking at Fi with a slight smile. "And maybe you can teach me how to sew? If you want to, of course... you're already being so generous..." <br><br>For now, the thoughts of possibly being thrown out of the house were banished from his mind, Adi was content to enjoy a peaceful few moments with his new friend without thinking of such unpleasant things. 
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 05:11:50</strong>
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				The other whore's excitement put her at ease, the last of her concerns laid to rest as he showed a temperament that seemed similar enough to her own; likely she would fret over things later because of how badly she wanted friends but for now, it was gone. For now she just smiled in response and nibbled daintily on her own sandwich after taking a sip from the sparkling water and setting it down where Adi could take it as well if he so desired. <br><br>"Oh..that would be wonderful, I would love from you. And I wouldn't mind teaching you how to sew in the least, I have plenty of supplies, and oooh..." she trailed off in thought, her head tilted slightly as she regarded him. "I have a bolt of this beautiful rich burgundy satin that would look amazing with your coloring I think, I could make you a waistcoat out of it if you wished." <br><br>She made a slight face before giggling as she explained. "The fabric got delivered on accident, with my hair I can't pull off that color very well outside of in small touches at most. And you have the most striking features; with the right accents you could have anyone you desired from the client base I bet; well outside of those who come for particular whores of course." It was there that her eyes softened again, thinking about one client in particular, who she was in fact designing a wedding dress for. It was nice to put her skills to use for others outside herself. <br><br>Fi finished off the sandwich and moved to finish her apple next, though not in a rushed way, even her eating seemed a delicate dance of movements. Her elbows she rested on the table as she leaned forward and smiled at Adi. "Do you like to dance? Or read?"
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				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 03:11:31</strong>
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				Adi blushed a little as Fiona spoke of the fabric, glancing down at himself briefly before looking back to her with a smile, nodding slightly. He normally didn't wear anything too fancy, but he <em>had</em> been feeling rather out of place in the Teahouse, always clad in his simple clothes and cheap handmade jewelry. Having something a little nicer might help him feel like he fit in a bit better. "I would like that, a lot."<br><br>As Fiona spoke of his features he reached up and touched his fingertips to his own cheek, contemplating her comment for a moment. He blushed a little deeper and offered her a slight smile, unsure if he really believed he'd have any chance at most of the clientele, since things were going so poorly so far. He said nothing about it though, aside from a soft "Thank you."<br><br>He was quiet for a moment, his mind distracted for a bit as his eyes lowered, finishing off his sandwich gradually. As Fiona asked him another question, he lifted his gaze, giving her a soft smile. "... oh, I don't really know how to dance... I suppose I read sometimes. I mean... I know how..." he said, hesitating a little, trailing off. 
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>01-04-2011, 03:37:42</strong>
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				Her eyes danced merrily as she contemplated how best to fit the waistcoat she had in mind to Adi's body, though if she were to make a waistcoat why not make a whole outfit? There was plenty of the basic black wool that she had bought to make a fall coat along with a few other things; she still had the pattern for fall front trousers she had purchased with Lessard in mind, as long as she did the measurements it would be easy enough to give him a lovely new outfit. Fiona had been at the Teahouse long enough to know that sometimes just having the right clothing could mean a lot about attracting the eye of a client, it was also a bit of armor and Adi seemed like he could use it. <br><br>"Oh lovely, I promise I won't torture you though, however delightful the prospect of dressing you is I know most can't stand all the pinning and measuring." She laughed softly and picked up a biscuit to nibble on, listening as he spoke and wishing she could make him feel more at ease. It was hard sometimes, to adjust to the Teahouse, there had been whores who had come and gone from the brothel since she herself had come. If it hadn't been for Lessard when she had first come here taking her under his wing she likely wouldn't have ever found a way to make her own little space and adjust. So she could do the same for Adi, hopefully. <br><br>"Forgive me, I ask too many questions I'm sure. Though if you like to read please feel free to look over the books I have in my room if you ever want to, oh...that reminds me I have a lovely sewing book that my mother gave me." Since they had both finished their food the redhead got to her feet, seeming to burst full of energy and chatter, delighted in many small things as she packed up the last of the picnic and then held out her hand to Adi after securely placing her journal in the basket and the basket on one arm. "If we go now I could do the basics for the waistcoat before more clients arrive, from mid afternoon to evening is usually when we have the most callers it seems." 
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				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>01-04-2011, 04:04:50</strong>
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				Adi smiled a bit as he listened to Fiona, unsure how to respond at first. For someone who usually seemed so quiet, all of a sudden she certain did seem very bubbly! It put Adi at ease somewhat, even if it was a little difficult to keep up with all of her questions. Someone being so friendly and nice to him was very reassuring.<br><br>"... oh, no no, it's not that," He said with a quiet, somewhat self-conscious chuckle, a slight blush on his face. "I think I'm just not used to people actually being so friendly back to me," He said with a smile. He was quiet for a moment as he watched Fiona begin to put things away, glancing down at himself as he contemplated measurements and sewing and whatnot, and looked back up at Fiona with a smile, nodding quickly as he accepted her hand and rose to his feet.<br><br>"Oh, yes. I'd like that a lot," he said, liking the idea of getting to learn a little bit about sewing, since he wasn't doing much at the moment anyway. "What kind of measurements do you need?" he asked, seeming genuinely curious what kind of preparation went into making a garment, walking with Fiona back into the main house. 
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>01-04-2011, 04:12:43</strong>
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				Her hand closed around Adi's and Fiona relaxed some, she was trying too hard, she knew that, but it was also just the eager delight of having someone who might be interested in sewing and creating like she did. <em>Elegance, elegance and fantasy, that's who you are, how you put people at ease, don't come on too strong now Fi...</em> she chastened herself mentally even as she smiled at Adi and walked with him through the sunlight garden, nodding at his words. It made her sad that others weren't friendly to him, she was part of that, often lingering on the outsides of gatherings unless Lessard was around and he wasn't much one for group involvement. <br><br>"Well, forgive me then for not having been friendly sooner." Her expression then was softer, a touch of sorrow in the warm welcome she tried to give him with both her words and body language. His question drew a brighter smile back to her lips, happy to talk about something she so loved. <br><br>"For the measurements it really depends on on the garment usually, but I like to get full measurements of the whole body on whoever I'm working with. You measure just about everything really. The length of a leg, the length of the ideal trousers say from ones hip bone to ankle, the width of the leg, and depending on the style, how it tapers. Men's clothing is somewhat more of a exact art then women's, because it is closer to the skin and has less layers involved. Certainly no layers upon layers of petticoats to fret about." She swayed her hips to get the delicate rustle of said silk petticoats beneath her skirt. 
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				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 23:14:11</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">(Continued from &nbsp;Inside (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98126.msg4662748#msg4662748))<br><br>The second they were outside -- and far enough from the view of the inside -- Zara pushed Anel away from her with one hard shove and snapped, "What in the bloody hell is wrong with you, Anel?" She wasted no time in grabbed the bottle of liquor that he was drinking from, sniffing it before she herself too a swig of the liquid. The burn felt wonderful...felt perfect compared to the scene she had just escaped.<br><br>She wanted to curse out loud. Her mood was completely ruined.<br><br><em>If only she hadn't seen--</em><br><br>Forcing her mind from her wayward thoughts, she looked at Anel, hands on her hips, her eyes narrowed as she said in a low, tense voice, "You better have a good explanation. Because if you don't, Master Ryan is liable to kick you out of the Teahouse." She arched an eyebrow, "And then where will you be?"<br><br>She wanted answers...and one way or another, she would get them. She hadn't been a member of the Teahouse this long to let its reputation be ruined by a fuckin' virgin.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 23:29:49</strong>
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				Anel had gone without any fuss because to begin with the bruising grip Zara had on his wouldn't allow him to escape, but mainly he found that he wanted to get away. He couldn't stand the thought of seeing the ones that had let him down, the ones that would likely throw him on the street after his abysmal service. He had no idea how much his virginity was valued at... But he guessed the amount would have contained more zeros than he had ever seen... And he had given it up for nothing.<br><br>By the time he snapped out of his depressing thoughts he and Zara were in the garden and he growled as the woman dared to swipe what little remained of his alcohol. "Give it back, bitch!" He shouted, the words containing hardly, if any venom. "Damn it, I want it!" He grasped for the bottle weakly for several moments before sighing heavily and giving up, turning away. Of course she would ask what was wrong with him, and rightly so. Anel was one who always looked his best in front of clients; the boy loved attention and yet his behaviour had been shocking; of course she would be confused. They all would be.<br><br>"None of your fucking business." He grumbled bitterly, walking towards the swing with a slight limp to his stride. Perhaps that would indicate something was amiss, but he was beyond caring. "Leave me alone... You don't care anyway." He scoffed and sat down on the swing, swallowing the groan of pain that shot up his spine at the movement. For several moments he swung back and forth slowly, his blurry gaze resting on the floor, long platinum hair hanging around his slender face. He was prone to severe bouts of depression, and this was the beginning of what would be a long spell...<br><br>Could anyone blame him?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 01:34:01</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">She opened her mouth to provide a rude retort but watched him walk away from her, or rather...limp away from her. A slow frown came across Zara's features as she watched Anel sharply. He had been hurt. She didn't know how exactly or why but he had been injured...and it was deep. Normally when a whore was hurt or bruised during a session (as she had been) the damage was not so severe that it would hinder them. Hurting or damaging the 'property' of the Teahouse meant you paid a fee. And often dealt with Atticus' sword.<br><br>Where had Atticus been?<br><br>Slowly Zara made her way to the swing where Anel was sitting and did not stop until she was within his line of sight. Her voice was firm, and it held a hint of softness that only few saw from her. "I care because whether you want to admit it or not...we're a family. And if someone has hurt you, Anel then someone needs to pay." She took another step until she put herself in the way of his swinging, forcing him to bump into her. She paused for a moment before she reached out and gave him the bottle, letting him drink the remainder of the liquid. For a few moments all she did was stand in his way, refusing to allow him to block her out. She was a bitch, that much was obvious...but this was one of the rare times Zara was truly concerned over the well being of another.<br><br>Her voice was soft, when she repeated, "What happened, Anel?" Deep in her heart, she understood his kind of pain. It was the sort of pain that wrapped its arms around one's soul and refused to let go. She knew what that pain was all about...she felt it every damn day. It was one of the many emotions she felt in her twisted and psychotic mind.<br><br>Except for now...the pain was blissfully gone. For the moment, anyway.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 02:03:22</strong>
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				Anel didn't look across at Zara as she spoke, his gaze being lowered to the ground as he allowed himself to sway endlessly back and forth upon the swing, brilliant blue eyes downcast; filled with self-loathing. He barely listened to what the woman said as she tried to make him feel better, knowing that he must have looked dreadful if Zara was being so kind to him... But considering what he had been through, that wasn't surprising. 'Piss off... You of all people don't fit the 'family' routine..." He swore simply because it was expected of him; there was no venom in his lifeless words.<br><br>It was only when he felt his knees gently bump against Zara's legs that Anel forced himself to look upward into her face, reaching out to take the offered bottle. He swiftly gulped down the remaining alcohol before carelessly dropping it in the grass beneath the swing. "What makes you think anything happened? I'm always a bitch to everyone... I always fuck up... I always swear and make an ass of myself..." He laughed weakly, shaking his head slowly, raising his hand as if to drink before realising he had nothing between his fingers.<br><br>"Ergh... Have you seen Gareth? I left him in my room... He better not be touching anything... Probably fucked off by now..." He grumbled, flinching as he thought of his bed; he would have to burn it and buy a new one. No amount of cleaning would remove the stain from it... Or his own body, for that matter.<br><br>"How was your client?" He asked suddenly, rather obviously trying to change the subject. "You look pretty satisfied..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 02:15:34</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">He was right. She didn't give two shits about the other whores around the Teahouse. Zara knew that to get through to Anel she had to reveal something private about herself. Someone...no one knew. Her breath ceased for a split second, her mind wondering if she could really share such an intimate secret with him. She didn't know Anel that well...but...he was drunk. Would he remember the secrets that they shared? She didn't know...and Zara wasn't too sure if she wanted to disclose the biggest secret she had harbored against the entire Teahouse.<br><br>Forcing her thoughts away from her conflicting emotions, she cleared her throat and walked around to stand behind him. She ran her fingers through his hair, trying to smooth the ruffled look that he had as she commented lightly, her tone indifferent, "I do not know where Gareth is. I was busy in my own bedroom while you were in yours." Her lips curved upward slightly as she thought about the Captain, adding quietly, "And my client was...rough. Cruel. She was everything I needed to be normal for a few hours."<br><br>Her tone was slightly teasing as she cautioned, "So this is the only time you'll see me be nice to you. You better enjoy it."<br><br>Her fingers continued to run through his hair, silent for a few seconds before Zara said softly, "Anel...if I share a secret with you...you will tell me what happened with you, yes?" She felt her breath shudder out of her as she snapped, her anger flaring, "But you mustn't tell anyone!" She clenched her fingers in his hair, threatening in a dark tone, "Or I will slit your throat while you sleep."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 02:29:32</strong>
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				Anel blinked slowly as he watched Zara abuse her hair, arching a finely groomed eyebrow before he nodded simply and heavily at her simple explanation. "Ah, right... I guess you won't have seen him..." Hopefully no one would; hopefully Gareth would have already left and they would never have to meet again. It was simpler that way. Gareth got his fuck and Anel... Got to spare himself flaskbacks.<br><br>"Huh? Secret?" He blinked quickly, the sudden introduction of a trade causing him to perk up slightly. But could he tell her what had happened? Sure the crazy woman was normal now, but who could say how she would be in a few hours? "I'm not promising to tell you... But I believe the whole slicing my neck, so... I won't tell anyone. Not like they would listen to anything serious I say anyway..." He shrugged lightly, slowly crossing his legs.<br><br>"So what is it? You shag a servant? Have a rich boy you keep sneaking out to visit? Oh, wait... You have a whole closet filled with precious pink corsets?" He snorted with laughter, shaking his head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 02:34:56</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Could she do it?</em><br><br><em>Zara don't be stupid! Remember what happened when you trusted someone before!!</em><br><br>Squeezing her eyes shut, Zara struggled not to scream in frustration, the mental battle in her head seeming more like two voices bickering back and forth. Until one won out...one always won out. She continued to run her fingers through his platinum hair until it was a bit smoother, her voice coming out a bit huskier than she intended, "I...Tell me your secret first."<br><br>It was the only way she would be able to justify telling him her secret. If <em>he</em> found out about that love she had...he would mock her. Or worse...pity her. Who could ever love a whore? Especially one as twisted as she was? Taking a deep shuddering breath, she said in a low tone, "Tell me your secret first...then I'll tell you mine. And I'll share the bottle of whiskey that's hiding in the Garden." Zara always had alcohol ready.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 02:57:33</strong>
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				Anel laughed bitterly and shook his head, looking off to one side, shame taking up his delicate features as he sighed heavily. "Its not much of a secret..." He murmured, lowering his gaze to rest again on the green grass, his body limp upon the swing. "Gareth probably won't be coming back to the Teahouse..." He said quietly, his voice breaking up slightly as he finished the partial explanation. That in itself was not something that warranted such a dip in mood; the loss of a regular client was always a shame, but new ones always came along. It was obvious there was more.<br><br>"I... I fucked up... I... Really fucked up..." He continued, arms moving to wrap around his chest as he shook slightly, a sudden sob passing over his frame. He couldn't say it. Couldn't say what Gareth had done. What he had let Gareth do. He should have thought more! Ryan or Atticus should have been there! There were so many 'shoulds'... "H-How much... D'you reckon... The... The auction f-for my virginity is going...?" He asked weakly, face paleing yet further. "Must be... A lot if even Rubee's excited..." He laughed a dry, emotionless laugh, shaking his head slowly.<br><br>"It... Its all gone, Zara... I've... I've lost all that money... I couldn't hold on to it..." He squeezed his eyes shut, tears pricking at them despite his efforts to keep them away. "Fuck... Fuck, fuck, fuck....!" Suddenly he shouted and reached for the bottle, throwing it against the nearby wall, watching as it shattered with watery eyes.<br><br>"He... He took it, Zara..." Vague words, but she would understand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 03:12:08</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>"He... He took it, Zara..."</em><br><br>Her hands stilled as the words slowly sank in. She had known it was bad -- only something drastic could make Anel behave in such a manner -- but she hadn't realized it had been so horrible. For Anel to have his virginity taken from him meant a great loss to the Teahouse...and a loss to him. She was silent for a few minutes, not really knowing that to say or do. Zara wasn't used to dealing with someone else's pain, not unless it came with part of her session. So she remained silent, quiet as she felt the sorrow surround Anel.<br><br>Where had Atticus been? And Master Ryan? It was all starting to become clear, the reason why Anel had gone off on both Master and bodyguard. Where had they been? What could have possibly been more important than the safety of their own whore? She felt anger and pain for Anel but she also felt...concern. What would happen to him now? What were they going to do now with the auction? In the end, Zara placed her hand on his shoulder and squeezed lightly. There was nothing she could say; anything that came out of her mouth would seem like she was pitying him. And she had no answers to give him.<br><br>In the end, she said the one thing she was certain of, "He will pay, Anel." Whether by Atticus' hand or Master Ryan's...Gareth was not going to be unpunished for what he had done.<br><br>She didn't jump when Anel threw the empty bottle against the wall. Merely turned and walked to the small Garden that alined the side of the Teahouse and pulled out the bottle of whiskey. She unscrewed it and took a deep gulp, wincing at the burn before she handed it to Anel, saying quietly, "Drink."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 03:27:22</strong>
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				The instant Zara placed her hand upon his shoulder, Anel tensed and moved to push her away, lifting his knees to curl slightly around himself, a tiny speck of blood being visible on the thin dressing gown that he wore. "G-Get off... Don't touch me... I... I'm not... Good anymore. Do you think I'll be thrown out?" It was a valid concern; the number of people involved in the auction was huge... Not to mention the money... And where would be go if he was? Back to his father's home? <br><br>He would rather live on the streets.<br><br>It was then that he blinked across at Zara as she moved away, her words about Gareth paying for his crime causing him to wince. "No... No... Just forget I told you... Go back to swearing at me... I like that; its normal..." The boy sobbed softly and reached for the bottle that was then offered to him, chuckling weakly. "Trust you to hide this... You're a genius." He then promptly took several gulps before offering it back.<br><br>"So... Does your secret beat mine?" He asked, tone blank, his expression one of deep sadness and self-loathing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 03:42:43</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">His words sent her back to the first year she entered the Teahouse. <em>Dirty. Unclean. Don't touch me...please don't touch me. I will never be clean again!</em> The voice came from deep inside of her, hidden after all the years of abuse and self-preservation. She shuddered as she eagerly took the bottle back from him, taking a couple of deep gulps to quiet down the voice within her that she hadn't heard in years. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as she looked at Anel, snapping firmly, refusing to let him think he had been damaged, "You're fine. You're...good." The word made her wince but she continued, emotions flashing in her eyes. "Do you think they'll kick you out? I don't think so...you still have many clients Anel."<br><br><em>I hope they don't kick you out</em>, she thought to herself, taking another long gulp before handing him the bottle. She blinked, the alcohol already traveling within her system and making her warm, making her believe she could trust him.<br><br>"No...they won't kick you out," She repeated firmly as she walked a few steps and sank down on the grass, reaching for one of the pieces of broken glass. The words were for her; she had to believe Master Ryan and Atticus could not possibly be so cruel. After all...they had taken her in. She looked down as she began to idly play with the tip of the glass, trying to forget the deal they had made. She couldn't tell him...could she?<br><br>Her voice was soft, distant as she spoke, "Have you ever seen him training?" Zara's voice was almost child-like, sounding innocent as she shared her deepest and darkest secret. She raised her eyes to Anel, a glazed look to them as she whispered, "The swords come to life...and it's him. He does it." Her lips curved into a dreamy smile as she whispered, "<em>Atticus</em>."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 03:54:42</strong>
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				Anel blinked slowly as Zara seemed somewhat disheartened by his words, and her constant insistence that he wouldn't be kicked out seemed more of her benefit than his own. Whatever. It was still nice to hear, even if it wasn't true. "Yeah, well... We'll see..." He mumbled, hanging his head.<br><br>He only looked up again as the woman began to speak again, looking vaguely confused for a moment before he blinked slowly and rolled his eyes. "For fuck sake... Who here doesn't want to jump in the sack with him? Seriously." He tsked, shaking his head slowly; that very morning he would have agreed, but now... Now Atticus and Ryan were on the borderline of hate in the boy's eyes; he had trusted both of them. Had thought that they would keep him safe... And they had failed rather spectacularly.<br><br>"Anyway... Why don't you get him drunk? Shame is a great equaliser." He suggested with a shrug of the shoulders. "I only know how to get people in bed... If you're looking for the mushy shit then... Wrong person." In all honesty he wasn't at all bothered who Zara fancies, but he supposed he should add something pleasant.<br><br>"I won't tell. No worries and stuff..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 04:08:08</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The instant Anel lashed out about her love for Atticus, Zara's eyes flashed with hurt, the deep infatuation she had over the bodyguard of the Teahouse causing her to be wounded by his retort. As soon as she felt the hurt, a mask slammed down on her features and she hid her emotions. Just as quickly as she had opened herself up to Anel, she shut him out. But the damage had been done; who else wanted Atticus? She had seen the look that passed between him and a few of the whores but...<br><br>Suddenly she remembered earlier inside, Fiona and Atticus...whispering...lovers! She took a deep breath, barely realizing that something was hurting her. Belatedly she looked down at her fist clenched around the broken glass, cutting into her skin. Her blood was trickling down her hand, dropping on the grass and tainting it. She watched the blood for a few seconds, entranced by it, memories of Atticus and Fiona. Fiona and Atticus.<br><br>Bitterly she snapped, "Because who would fall in love with a whore, Anel?" Her eyes were angry and bitter as she looked at him, pouring the alcohol on her hand and hissing at the biting pain, "Don't be stupid."<br><br>She clenched her teeth in silence, not wishing to speak about her secret anymore. After a silent few seconds, she said quietly, "You need to have someone make sure you're not...torn, Anel. Make sure you're not still bleeding." She hated to be the one to force him to accept what had happened to him...but he needed to be checked.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 04:19:46</strong>
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				Anel could tell immediately at the perhaps should have been more tactful in his response, but then, when was he ever? And in his current state, such a thing would be impossible. He didn't see the blood that pooled in her palm, nor did Zara decide to voice the rather paranoid thoughts and as such the boy was left with no insight as to her true feelings.<br><br>The snap towards him caused him to flinch slightly and falter, blinking as he slowly hung his head. Would anyone love a whore? He himself was worse than a whore; he was ruined... Well he wasn't looking for love anyway. It was fine. Always fine.<br><br>And then suddenly the subject shifted back to himself.<br><br>He tensed and narrowed his gaze in the woman's direction, shaking his head. "You can forget that... No one is going near me for a bit... Don't care if Ryan wants to look... He can go fuck himself, or fuck-" He still had the sense not to finish that sentence. With a swift cough, Anel spoke again, a hand resting on his thigh. "It'll get better... no one would care anyway." He thought about how he would break the news to the others; he couldn't keep it to himself. The outburst and the auction meant that he had no option...<br><br>It wouldn't be pretty.<br><br>"Zara... You won't tell... Will you? I need to... Be the one to do it..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 04:45:57</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The small part of Zara that still felt compassion over Anel wanted to argue and tell him to not be foolish, that he needed to be checked out. But who was she to tell Anel what to do? She had shared secrets with him, that was more than enough. Raising her shoulder in a slight shrug, she took a swig of the liquor, "Fine. Don't tell any one."<br><br>His next comment made her inwardly sigh; damn. She had been thinking about pulling Master Ryan aside and telling him what had happened between Gareth and Anel. But...With a glare tossed his way, Zara muttered, "I won't tell anyone...for now. But you have one day, Anel. One day to tell them...or I will." Her eyes narrowed as she thought about Gareth, the idea of him getting away with what he had done to Anel was unforgivable.<br><br>And to think she had been flirting with him!<br><br>Standing up on shaky legs, Zara gave Anel the bottle of liquor and then sat down next to him on the swing. She was a bit tipsy, so she swung back and forth slowly for a few seconds before she looked at Anel, saying firmly, "You know it's not your fault..."<br><br>As soon as the words left her mouth, she felt stupid for saying them. <em>Of course he's going to blame himself. Didn't you blame yourself?</em> Her voice taunted before she sighed and shook her head, her black hair covering half her face. "You think it is...but it's not. It's what we are....people think--."<br><br>She suddenly laughed as she looked at Anel, saying simply, "Fuck them. Fuck what they think!" She nodded to the bottle, "Drink up. You're going to need it if you want today to pass by quickly."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 02:23:27</strong>
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				Anel blinked slowly as Zara spoke, his lips slowly curling into a slight frown, his eyes lowering to the cool grass beneath his bare feet. He knew that she would have waned to tell the Master; he would have if he was in her position which was the main reason for telling her specifically not to. If anything, he would have to divulge what had happened in order for the auction to be calledoff... Oh Lord, the auction... He hadn't been told the exact amount, but virgins were rather rare to be sold in such a way... Would he ever be able to work off the amount he had just thrown away? "Thanks..." He mumbled softly, continuing to weakly swing back and forth.<br><br>"Of course I'll tell them... I'll have to..." He added quickly, running both hands through long hair, tightly gripping the platinum bond locks as he squeezed his eyes shut. "I'm such a fuck up... That was probably my best performance in there... In front of a fucking client..." He said to himself, adding fuel to the fire of depression tat was overtaking his mind. The boy was prone to such periods, and the recent traumatic event gave him leave to feel such.<br><br>'You know it's not your fault...'<br><br>It was all he could do to not laugh out loud. Whose else fault was it? Gareth's? He couldn't bring himself to blame the man; he had wanted it. Had practically begged for it, even knowing what to consequences would be. "Isn't it?" He asked hollowly, taking the bottle and taking a large gulp. "I thought... It would be like always... Fun, good... I should have been able to handle it. It's my job... I shouldn't have let him get me into such a position... I just... I thought... I thought I could trust him..." He laughed bitterly, shaking his head. "Just like I thought I could trust the 'Master and Atti..." The title was a mockery, the name spat and he took a final swing of the bottle before throwing it viciously against the wall.<br><br>"Fuck all of them. Fucking... Assholes and wankers all of them..." He grumbled, leaning heavily against the chain that supported the swing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 02:34:09</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">"Anel!" She sighed as she heard the bottle shatter against the wall, the liquor running down the concrete causing her to sigh. That had been an almost half-full bottle...and now she had to go back inside to get herself another one. But she couldn't because she was certain that the Master was still downstairs with the clients. One drunk whore was bad enough; but two? The clients would turns and leave and both she and Anel would be punished.<br><br><em>Atticus could punish you,</em> an excited voice whispered, <em>Take you outside and use his swords on you...</em><br><br>A tremor ran down her spine, which she forced herself to ignore. She glanced at Anel and said almost sadly, "You know...that was still a good bottle." She shifted and stood up, smoothing her dress down as she went over to Anel and leaned down, tugging on his platinum hair until he looked at her. She said in a low tone, so only he heard, "The first time is never fun...and whoever tells you that is a liar." She patted his cheek firmly before she stood and wrapped her hand around the chain, looking up at the sky. "Unless you're Fiona..." She smirked, rolling her eyes, and saying in an obvious mocking tone, "I bet you her first time was such poetry!"<br><br>"Assholes and wankers..." She laughed suddenly, doing a little twirl and saying a bit louder, "Assholes and Wankers!!"<br><br>She felt bad; truly she did, because she knew she couldn't help Anel. Whatever moments of sanity Zara had begun with were quickly disappearing with the alcohol in her system. And since he told her she couldn't tell the Master...well, what <em>could</em> she do for him?</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 02:47:16</strong>
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				Anel blinked slowly across at the woman as she seemed severely put out by his throwing of the bottle. In all honesty, had he known that there was quite as much alcohol in there, he would have drank more before throwing; he simply needed something to vent his frustration on, and it still burned inside him, contrary to what his depressed exterior showed. "So go get another one. Or I will, if you want? I'm probably fired anyway... Might as well go steal the booze..." He grumbled, sighing heavily at the thought of loosing his place at the Teahouse.<br><br>It was then that he felt the tug on his hair and he instinctively arched is head back, blinking upward at Zara's face with a small frown. Her words weren't exactly comforting, but at least she was being truthfull and honest. At least she had dragged him outside to talk to him... Of all the people he expected this from, Zara was the last one on his list. Still, to her credit, her final comment brought forth a dull laugh. "She probably recited poetry throughout the thing... I wonder what rhymes with cock..." He snickered quietly before blinking at her as she suddenly began to twirl.<br><br>He watched for several moments, before a bubbling, drunken laughter rose in his throat and he was soon laughing along with her and he staggered to his feet, sliding his fingers between hers. "Assholes and wankers!" He shouted, holding her hands at arm's length as he spun around on the grass.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 03:22:33</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Zara let out a burst of laughter as she heard Anel, unable to keep the bright smile from her face. Oh but this was so much fun! She had been well fucked, had done her duty to Master Ryan by taking Anel out of the house, had drunk her liquor and now she was quite tipsy and enjoying her time with Anel. Which that in itself was a bit amusing since just this morning, Anel had annoyed the hell out of her. But then again...who didn't annoy her nowadays?<br><br>She ignored the pain in her hand as she clasped hands with Anel and continued to twirl around, letting her head fall back and her black hair flutter in the air. She suddenly called out, "Sock!" She was simply answering the rhetorical question Anel had asked about what rhymed with cock, her lips splitting into a wide grin as she added, "Rock!"<br><br>Zara suddenly stopped as she looked at Anel, her voice confused, "Though how a poem about a cock and socks and rocks would make anyone fuck is beyond me!" She giggled and clasped his hands once more, resuming her twirling. The air whipping around her face felt delightful, it made her feel as if she were flying...flying so far away!</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 03:35:53</strong>
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				Anel too, was laughing rather loudly as he spun around with the woman at a steadily increasing pace, snorting at her suggestion of words. "W-Wait! Wait, I have it!" He cleared his throat and smiled widely, licking his lips before he burst into an overly theatrical song.<br><br>"Oh, how hard was the flesh of his cock...<br>The shape; perfect, like a well-worn sock...<br>And... And it fucked... Hard as a rock...?" He coughed. "Oh fuck... Started off so good as well..." Anel sighed heavily and shook his head, suddenly resuming his loud laughter that echoed around the otherwise empty garden.<br><br>"Wh-What do you think, Zara? O call it... Serenade of Sex! It'll be a hit, right?" He snorted before he released his hold on the woman's hands, promptly spinning back for several steps before falling to the ground, panting and staring up at the light blue sky. "Phew... You know... I think that... We might be pissed..." He giggled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 01:07:46</strong>
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				Instead of barging out and demanding an explanation by Anel, Ryan wandered out of the House and did so exceptionally quiet. He could hear both him and Zara. They seemed to be singing..? Well, at least it was different from the explosion inside.<br>Keeping quiet still, he wandered closer and leaned against a tree, the blossoms still adorning this tree even if some of the pink petals were scattered in the grass.<br>Folding his arms before his chest, he but watched and listened, not intruding. Not yet, at least.<br><br><hr>Previous. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98126.msg4726886#msg4726886)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 00:54:18</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Zara couldn't help but laugh loudly at the poem Anel was reciting. She shook her head as she pressed a hand to her lips, trying to be serious as she said in her most serious tone, "Why, Anel! I do believe you could be the next poet to come out of the whorehouse!" She couldn't help the snicker of laughter that escaped her as she rolled her eyes and did another twirl.<br><br>So lost in her own thoughts was she that Zara didn't even take notice of the movement out of the corner of her eye. She didn't know Master Ryan was around and as such, she had no hesitation as she blurted out, "Anel, perhaps you should ask for another room?" A little scoff escaped her as she promptly fell on the grass and laid back just as he was doing, staring up at the sky, "Or maybe you should remodel it?"<br><br>An evil little giggle escaped as she whispered, her voice a little slurred, "You should take a hammer to your room...rip it all to shred." Anger; it always worked when she felt cheated and used. Perhaps it would help for Anel too?</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 01:18:04</strong>
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				Anel, much like Zara, was in no fit state to notice Ryan move outside to listen in on their conversation and as such he sighed heavily and forced himself to sit up, his head hanging limply to the side in a clearly tipsy fashion, running his tongue over his lips. "Ahh... But I like my room... I d-don't see why I could change it because... Because that... That fucking... Shit head ruined our fun time..." He paused, lifting his hand to his lips as though he held the bottle still, giving a small whine as he realised he had foolishly thrown it at the wall, looking over at the remains that trickled to the floor.<br><br>"Ahhh, damnit... Never mind..." He sighed once again and twirled a strand of hair slowly around his middle finger. "Maybe the bed... I might burn it... Burn it and... And the ropes... And the whip... And the flogger..." His voice eventually faded to a small mumbled before eventually he hung his head weakly and brought his legs to his chest, wrapping his arms around his knees and hiding his face in the crook between them. For several long moments the boy remained as such, small sobs being heard from him as his shoulders shook, and as he finally lifted his head to gaze upward at the sky, his eyes glittered slightly with the beginning of tears that would finally fall.<br><br>"What am I going to do, Zara...? Can I hide it? Will they find out? I could say I was just in a bad mood because Ga... because Gar... Because <em>he</em> had to leave..." It was a clear sign that something was amiss by the simple fact that Anel wouldn't even say the man's name and he shook shook his head. "No, I can't lie. Fuck... I'm utterly useless, aren't I? How much money do you think it was...?" he laughed bitterly, tears trickling down his cheeks.<br><br>"Fucking useless..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 13:45:58</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">They had been having such a good 'fuck all' time that Zara felt a bit guilty at having brought up the topic again. She straightened up and groaned at the sudden movement before she forced herself to crawl towards him. Her dress was accumulating grass stains but she didn't care too much. In her drunken state...Zara was actually a bit concerned for the other whore. She stopped right in front of him and sat down on her knees, regarding him silently.<br><br>"You can't hide it," Zara said firmly, reaching out to brush his hair aside, except...she was a bit inebriated so the movement was a bit clumsy. She tucked his hair behind his ear and shook her head, hiccuping lightly before she continued, "You're going to tell them, Anel....and then....then if they want to kick you out, tell me. I'll fight for you..." She didn't know if she would or not...hell, much like Anel, the Teahouse was all she had. Would she be stupid enough to risk it for someone who she <em>barely</em> liked? "They can't...I...." She sighed and shook her head firmly, muttering, "I don't know how much money..." She frowned as she tried to think of the amount for Anel's virginity but she couldn't. It had never even crossed her mind to be concerned over it.<br><br>She petted his hair like she would a child and said in a soft crooning voice, "Want to go shopping for new toys?" She smiled brightly as she tried to make Anel feel better, "I know this amazing French man who does the best whips and the best ropes and floggers." She sat back and tilted her head, regarding Anel, "I'll call him and we can visit him! We'll sneak out once Master Ryan and Atti have gone to discuss business..." <em>Why did they spend so much time together? As if Master Ryan couldn't take care of himself?</em> She shoved the thoughts away and continued, "And then once we return with your new items we'll come out here and burn your old ones."<br><br>"But...you won't be kicked out, Anel...you won't..." There was a slight undercurrent of fear that Zara was trying not to show. Could Master Ryan truly kick someone out because they had been forced to have sex? Could he be that cruel? <em>Of course he can,</em> a little voice whispered, <em>It's all business. No one cares about whores...they care about the profit.</em> If that was true...Anel was doomed.</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 02:05:13</strong>
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				He frowned as he listening in. Why would they be discussing if he would or would not kick out Anel?<br>And why the mentioning of what he believed to be the price on Anel's virginity? Or, maybe it was something else and he had misinterpretation. Still, it would have been the more plausible as it was quite the hot topic around the Teahouse.<br>Ryan had not only seen the figures, but he had been planning to send a courier to get a new bid out for Gareth.<br>And, on that topic, why did Anel had such a problem with saying the man's name?<br>What was going on here?<br>He cursed the fact he hadn't been able to follow the two immediately, feeling he missed out on a vital point and he wondered if it would be up for discussion again, but he doubted it.<br>There was no real reason anymore to keep listening in. Not if he wanted answers, and this he did, so...<br><br>Hands folded on his back, he wandered to the two. Calm, collected and distant as usual. Not in any rush but no one would be able to stop him from moving either.<br><br>"Hello Anel. Zara," he said quietly, eyes going over the&nbsp; two but stopping at Anel "Would you care to explain what just happened inside? You seem upset and I wish to know the why behind this."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 02:20:13</strong>
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				It wasn't that Anel didn't appreciate the effort that Zara clearly made for him; if anything the boy was pathetically grateful for anyone showing him a shred of care after his abysmal performance in the main hall but a few minutes ago. he also had built quite the reputation over the years of being a spoilt, rude, inconsiderate, selfish (the list was almost endless) bitch; it was more than he had hoped for one person, let alone Zara to show him some compassion after how he had acted toward everyone.<br><br>He sighed heavily and leaned sideways to almost nuzzle into the clumsy motion of the woman's hand, tears once again prickling at his eyes as he allowed the quitepossible thought that he would be sent packing to sink in to his mind. He had burned all his bridges with his father upon leaving, had no other skills save for those that the Teahouse valued, and he didn't wish to become an employee of the street corner."I know I can't... I have to... Say something... To someone..." He murmured weakly, running a trembling hand through his hair with a sharp sob. "And don't be stupid... If they want to throw me out... They'll throw me out... Master's word is pretty much law here..."<br><br>'Master' as almost spat, the boy's eyes narrowinginto angry and betrayed slits, though the fact that he used the title despite his emotions held some points (if not many) in his favor. "Hm? Shopping...?" He blinked and smiled; a hollow, ghost f a happy expression. "I won't need them anymore when I'm on the streets... But it might be fun to waste some money... Why the fuck not...?"<br><br>It was then that he heard the rustling of bushes off to the side and he turned, eyes widening as he spotted Ryan moving calmly towards them. God! The man was so annoying!<br><br>How could he be so calm?<br>How could he just stand there, all high and mighty!?<br><em>How could he demand anything from him after what had happened!?</em><strong><em><br>How could he have let it happen!?</em></strong><br><br>"You... No, No I wouldn't care to explain what happened, you pretentious old shit...!" He shouted from his position on the ground, his anger, frustration, sadness all welling up to the surface as he gazed into the face that had promised him safety and security. The face that had taken his trust and thrown it away for (he suspected) a casual fuck with the bodyguard. "Piss off! Go away! I... I don't want to even look at you! God! Do you have any idea- You don't have a clue- You just-" Anel was beside himself, couldn't finish a sentence before he shook his head and broke into shaking sobs that caused his whole body to tremble.<br><br>"Leave me alone... You don't care... Don't give a shit..." He mumbled, looking down at the damp grass, long hair drifting over his face to hide the sorrowful expression, tear streakson his pale face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 02:32:13</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">She caught the small smile on Anel's face and almost sighed in relief. Shopping. She was good at that; spending the money she had earned and buying more pretties so that she would get even more money. But as soon as the smile appeared, it disappeared when the presence of Master Ryan became known.&nbsp; Her eyes widened as she jerked her head to the side to look at the man who walked towards them. How long had he been listening?<br><br><em>Did he know?</em><br><br>Zara opened her mouth to speak but Anel jumped before her and proceeded to rip Master Ryan to shred. Zara's eyes widened, not because of the hostility in the young whore but because...well, shit. You just didn't speak like that to the Master. Even Zara's psychotic and schizophrenic tendencies knew better than to attack the Master of the Teahouse. She might as well pack her bags and find her way to the nearest shelter.<br><br>"Anel--!" But he continued and she let out a soft groan before she struggled to stand up and move away from the sobbing whore. She looked at Anel; she felt like she had grown close to the whore in some ways (though ask her about it a later, and her outlook might change entirely) and so she felt somewhat obligated to stay with him...but she knew if she stuck around her drunk tongue would get the best of her and she would blurt out the truth to Master Ryan. Placing a gentle hand on his hair, she rubbed his head a few times before she stepped away and took a few shaky steps away.<br><br>Suddenly, out of fear for Anel and his future, she gripped Master Ryan's arm tight and looked up at him. Her voice was low as she spoke, "Listen to him...he..." Her hazel eyes flickered down to Anel before they went back to Ryan's and she said quietly, "He has a right to be angry..."<br><br>Without waiting for a response, Zara slowly moved away. She began to make her way back towards the foyer when she stopped. Shit. The guests might still be downstairs and she didn't want to damage the Teahouse even more walking in drunk.<br><br>Turning, she avoided looking at Ryan and Anel as she made her way towards the Gazebo, deciding that a nap outside would work wonders for her intoxicated mind.<br><br><em>Or you could sneak into Atti--</em><br><br><em>Or confront Fiona...</em><br><br><em>Atticus would be more fun!</em><br><br><em>Fiona would cry!</em><br><br><em>But--</em><br><br>"Shut up," She mumbled to herself, blocking off her conflicting thoughts.<br><br>The <em>last thing</em> she wanted to do was face the bodyguard of the Teahouse. Or that little whore Fiona.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 02:47:23</strong>
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				He let Anel spill over him, not even lifting a brow, not even unfolding his hands, eyes only moving when Zara touched him and his cold, cold eyes rested on her. Though he didn't say a word to her, the look in his eyes spoke to her ; suggested she would be better off on anther spot. Anywhere, as long as it wasn't here.<br><br>When Anel seemed to be finished, he shook his head.<br>"No, I'm not leaving until you tell me what happened. You can curse at me, scream if you want, but I am not leaving," he said, voice still just as calm as before.<br><br>Ryan seemed ice itself as he just stood there, watching Anel.<br>Of course he could have slapped him. Of course he could have raised his voice. But what good would that have done?<br>Nothing at all.<br><br>"You've always had a sharp tongue, Anel. But I have not seen you like this before."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 02:59:36</strong>
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				The instant Zara moved over towards Ryan, the sudden fear that she would tell him what had happened gripped the boy and he shook his head, his gaze snapping to the woman. "Stop it! Don't say anything! You can't!" His frantic shouting wasn't needed however and he watched his one ally walk away, biting hard on his bottom lip, is hair flying about his face in a most unkempt and scruffy fashion; nothing like Anel's usual perfection.<br><br>Once the woman had essentially left the scene he turned slowly back to the Master of the House and looked up at him with an expression of the deepest loathing, but beyond that if anyone would bother to search of look for it, would be almost absolute sadness; the hopelessness that came with the thought that he would loose his home, the ones who put up with his antics and even joked with him occasionally. What was he going to do? His fury was still there, but it faded in the wake of panicked fear and he hung his head limply.<br><br>"Go away... You'll be standing there forever then, and I bet it'll rain, and ten your stupid hair will go frizzy and then I'll laugh at you..." His insults were suddenly more subdued and less cutting as he staggered to his feet, drifting several paces to the left to lean heavily against the nearby swing, his body swaying with the movements of the chain.<br><br>"Why do you care? You don't... So go... Go piss off back to the clients or... Or go... Go..." His eyes darkened and he looked off to one side, muttering under his breath. "Or go fuck the bodyguard..." He had no proof that his suspicions were true, but at that point he wanted to make Ryan feel even the slightest bit of pain when compared to his own, no matter how low he had to go. "Always knew he was the fucking pet... More important than all of us... Even though we bring in the money; we work hard... And you two <em>don't do your fucking jobs</em>!"<br><br>By the final few words, he was shouting again, raging at the Master as he clung to the swing for balance, not caring how far he was taking things.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 03:08:40</strong>
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				The only thing illustrating Anel had hit a nerve with his remark about him fucking Atticus would have been his eyes narrowing. The only hint he gave of anger. It didn't fade quickly, but it did after a few moments ; a sign Ryan actually did have a heart.<br>He'd not tell the whore about his feelings, though. Hell, he'd not even word it to himself..<br>Nor of the past. Nor of the hunt on the guy who had scarred up Atticus. Nor of the reason behind him hiring the man.<br><br>"You were with mister Aldrich. His visits normally make you happy in one way or another," he said, turning to follow Anel with his gaze when he moved.<br>"What happened? What did he do?"<br><br>It was a gamble, but Ryan couldn't think of anything else. Anel wouldn't be this upset over nothing at all. And, as he wasn't speaking, Ryan had to fish for it.<br>Of course he saw how sad the whore was. He heard his voice change. This wasn't the time to offer a shoulder, though. The ugly truth, what ever the fuck it would be, had to come up first.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 03:44:42</strong>
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				The instant Gareth's name was spoken the boy tensed and became deathly silent, slowly turning his gaze to the floor as he felt his heart race; thundering against his ribcage. Did Ryan know? No, no he couldn't... There was no way. Impossible. And yet he had spoken with such certainty that Anel bit hard on his lower lip, his body shaking as he gripped the chain as though it were his lifeline. "I... G-Gar-Gareth was... Was..."<br><br>He couldn't do it.<br><br>He couldn't outwardly lie to the man; it seemed simply forbidden, even after he had shouted and raged at the Master, he couldn't lie. The boy sank to his knees and hung his head, openly sobbing in front of Ryan, hands holding his face tightly as he shook his head. "I... I'm... I'm s-sorry... I... I couldn't, I didn't..." He swallowed and lifted his head to stare across at Ryan, his expression somewhat blank before he turned to stare out at nothing, biting his lower lip. "I should have... D-done something... Tried shouting but no one came..." There was a spike of bitterness to the comment. "Things were fine... Good. You know how I like the rough treatment." He laughed hollowly.<br><br>"I... Didn't want him to do it... I thought it would be like normal, but... But he... He..." Slowly, Anel turned to look Ryan squarely in the eye, his sapphire ones void of light as he said in a low tone, his body shaking violently. "He fucked me..."<br><br>He could almost see his Teahouse career fall from the sky and shatter on the ground below, could imagine the rage that Ryan would fly into. Would he hit him? He deserved it, certainly... Or maybe he'd just toss him out right then and there? Either way, Anel believed himself utterly lost.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 03:59:25</strong>
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				Seeing Anel.. crumble before him was almost too much. But he wasn't here to be his best friend. He was here to do what was right. Ryan did not think showing his emotions would aid Anel or the situation he was or was not in.<br>Some might think Ryan to be cold, but this mask also was able to calm others down. If he were to explode or gently hug his long arms around the whore Anel might just lose it completely, and thus he offered this mask and not the fire that was starting to burn underneath it.<br><br>He nodded at Anel's words. Yes, he did know the whore liked it rough. It was one of the reasons he had wanted Anel to work for the Teahouse. There were plenty a client who cared to dish out. A whore that enjoyed receiving was rare and would be treasured, both by clients and brothel.<br><br>Ryan met those eyes, his own still not showing emotion, though it was getting harder to not do so. He could almost hear him say Gareth had raped him. When Anel's eyes lost their light, he raised a brow, the words coming from him not what he had expected.<br><br>"He did?" he asked, then frowned and lifted his gaze to the sky for moments, then looked back downwards.<br>"He fucked you," he said, not meaning it as a question.<br>"Did you enjoy it?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 04:10:34</strong>
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				Anel didn't have to look up to know that not a shred of emotion had come to Ryan's face; the fact that he hadn't been slapped or shouted at already confirmed it, and yet the question in itself caused the boy to freeze briefly, hands moving to clasp tightly on his lap, almost in a position of prayer. "I... That's..." It wasn't a fair question! Gareth was too good, too perfect-a match for Anel for him to have not enjoyed anything and yet he had to answer; had to dig himself into a deeper hole.<br><br>"No... Yes... No... Yes... I d-don't know..." It was true; physically he had moaned and writhed desperately for everything the man had given, had begged in every way possible and yet his mind had always screamed at him to make it stop somehow. "I couldn't move... Couldn't see or speak... He... He made sure that I... liked it..." The shame on his face made it clear that he hated what he was saying, but again; he couldn't lie to the Master, no matter his feelings.<br><br>"Where were you? I called when I could... Tried to make someone notice me... But you didn't come... Atticus didn't come... No one came..." He closed his eyes and fell back, his head resting on the seat of the swing. "Am I done? Should I... Pack...?"Of course he should. How much money had he lost? Would he ever make it back if he did stay?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 04:20:49</strong>
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				His sigh came out through his nose and he crouched, flicking his gaze to the grass under him, the frown on his features deepening.<br>It was only logical Anel would be confused by his question, but it had to be asked anyway.<br>Men like Gareth, like Ryan, could do things to the body that could drive a man wild with desire, no matter what the mind thought of it. Especially a man like Anel.<br>And Anel had had no defences being a virgin of just such an attack.<br><br>"Would you call it rape, Anel?" he asked, his voice gone lower, eyes going back to the whore "Even if your body responded to it?"<br><br>He shook his head at Anel's questions.<br>"Mister Aldrich knew what was at stake, Anel. Taking you like that.. I'm not surprised I've yet to see him. And will not be surprised he fled," he said "I trusted him. Thought my name was enough to not allow a thing like this to happen."<br><br>Apparently Ryan's name meant nothing to Gareth, though.<br><br>"That depends on you, Anel. Life of a whore can be rough. Do you think you can no longer work as one?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>08-06-2011, 01:12:32</strong>
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				The boy's eyes widened as Ryan crouched down in front of him, his anger giving way to a terrible sense of dread; the fear that he would be kicked out, the shame of how he had allowed such a thing to happen. Anel couldn't even look at the Master as he knelt on the ground, squeezing his eyes closed as he trembled with small sobs.<br><br>Would he call it rape?<br><br>He blinked slowly and bit his bottom lip at the question, wrapping his arms around his shoulders in a protective manner and shaking his head. "I... I don't know... I don't want to... Cause trouble for you..." It was a dramatic turn around from the shouting, but the boy had little left in him. "I know you don't like me. I know that no one does, since I'm just... A bitch, but really... I don't want to be a bother..."<br><br>As Ryan asked whether or not he would be happy to stay, Anel thought that it was a subtle way of asking him to leave and he gasped sharply, a hand snapping out to tightly grip the man's sleeve, a pleading expression in his gaze. "N-No...! Don't send me away, please! I'll work harder! I... I'll see fifty customers a day! More! H-However many it takes to earn the money that I lost! Please... Let me stay..." He hung his head, tears again slipping down his cheeks as he continued to cling to the Master's sleeve.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>08-06-2011, 02:13:19</strong>
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				Ryan smirked a bit and shook his head. Anel was really worried he'd be send away or cause trouble. For him. Heh.<br>He ignored the hand on his sleeve and sighed a quiet sigh.<br><br>"I think you misunderstand me, Anel," he said, picture of patience "If mister Aldrich did not rape you, he only betrayed my trust. For which he will be banned from the Teahouse. If he, however, did rape you... He'll not get off so easily."<br>A shadow had fallen over those ice cold black eyes. Ryan recalling what he had done to the man who had scarred up Atticus. Somehow he had become a lot more threatening, even if he hadn't had moved at all.<br><br>"I am not sending you away, Anel," he continued, then took a deep breath and calmed himself again before locking his eyes on the whore's.<br>"You really do not understand I am trying to protect you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>10-06-2011, 23:19:05</strong>
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				Tears continued to slip down Anel's cheeks as he gazed down at his knees, a deep frown upon his lips before he slowly raised his head when Ryan spoke of the circumstances surrounding Gareth's betrayal. Was it rape? It felt like it; he hadn't wanted it to happen, had struggled against his bonds and cried out as loud as he could... And yet he also loved the experience; the man was deeply talented and the young whore had been helpless to resist the overwhelming pleasure.<br><br>Also... Was it possible to rape a whore? Wasn't it their job to have sex with their clients?<br><br>"I... I don't know... I didn't want it, I tried to make him stop... But... But it was also... Was also so... Good..." He frowned deeply and lowered his head, swallowing thickly and lapsing into silence until the Master spoke of trying to help, at which point Anel laughed weakly.<br><br>"Help me..." He repeated, shaking his head. "You were supposed to help me... You said that this place was safe, that you would make sure things were fine..." He looked back up into Ryan's face, biting his lower lip. "But where were you? And Atti? You should have... Should have been watching... Should have been there to do something..." He shook his head, looking away.<br><br>"Its your job, isn't it...? And you didn't do anything..." He closed his eyes, trembling slightly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>15-06-2011, 04:18:19</strong>
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				He bridged his hands before his face, as if here were seated behind his desk and not crouched in the grass, looking over the tips of his fingers at Anel while he spoke.<br><br>"You expected there to be a guard, maybe Atticus, in your room to hold you hand, Anel?" he asked, quietly "These things happen, but not often, and I had not thought mister Aldrich to do a thing like this. He's aware what I am able of, I'm certain."<br><br>Ryan should slap the whore for even insinuating he and Atticus hadn't been doing their jobs. It wasn't Anel's concern if they had or had not been. They would, however, not keep eyes on everyone. That would be absurd and not doable.<br>However, Ryan's words were not empty. He could, and would, not only ban a rapist from the Teahouse, but also inform the other brothels and use the considerable influence he had build up over the years in all circles of the city's society to make a rapists move town quite quickly.<br>That is.. if Ryan didn't cut his balls off and shove them down his throat.<br><br>"It's up to you, Anel. Do you want mister Aldrich to be able to return, to be banned, or..."<br>He intentionally didn't finish the sentence, waiting for Anel to finish it, to see what he would come up with.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>17-06-2011, 01:38:22</strong>
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				Of course the rational part of Anel's mind knew that it was impossible for the guards to be outside every door whenever there was a client involved, and as Ryan said; Gareth was a regular, someone trusted and known withing the brothel... No one thought he would do such a thing, especially with him almost certainly have been in the lead for the boy's virginity.<br><br>Still, that part of the blonde's mind was hardly in control and he felt a deep sense of betrayal from the Teahouse as a whole and wrapped his arms around his chest, hands clinging to opposite shoulders. "I don't care..." He said in a hollow tone, void of any real emotion as he shook his head. "I don't ever want to see him again... Do whatever you want to him besides that... I just... Don't want to see him... Or feel him..."<br><br>He shuddered, nails digging into the thin silk of the robe he had thrown on, closing his eyes and hanging his head. "Will... I be punished...? I was terrible in front of guests... And lost all the money from the bidders..." He looked up to the Master, his expression clearly showing the beginning of Anel's bouts of depression. "I... Could visit the bidders... Give them a free service to make up for the inconvenience...? They'd be able to... To fuck me now..." He laughed sadly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 01:40:47</strong>
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				He but nodded at Anel's words, noticing the emptiness in it. How deep would this scar run? How long would it stay there?<br>"Then he's banned from this day forward," he said quietly, making a mental note to not forget the paperwork that would come with this.<br><br>Tilting his head, eyes on the whore before him, he listened at the question and proposal, shaking his head a bit. Did all his whores think of him in this manner? Of course it was good if they feared him somewhat, but this was ridiculous. It nearly seemed he wasn't human in their eyes. Ryan wondered where he had gone wrong, but knew it deep down quite quickly. He didn't show his emotions. Nor did he deem it to be needed to explain all his actions. He couldn't change either of these, either. This is how he was. This was also how the Teahouse had gotten its more influential clients. Ryan showed them this was a business, not some gathering of low lives or homeless, and they responded to it by spending their cash here. The fact they spend it on sexual entertainment only meant the frontman had to look even more like a businessmen than anywhere else. There simply was no room for error. Not in this social climate.<br><br>"Do you think it wise to punish you for how you acted before the clients, Anel?" he asked, wanting more to hear what the man had to say for himself than to punish him for his actions "What you told me, you were lashing out after having had a very bad day. If I follow house rules, I'd have to punish you for attempting to bring the name of the Teahouse down, yes. But I think I might be lenient just due to the weight of what has happened to you." <br><br>He smirked a bit and looked away, studying a nearby tree "That won't be necessary, Anel. If mister Aldrich wished to keep his balls where they are supposed to be hanging, he'll be paying trice the amount of the last bid. Don't worry about that detail."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 02:35:18</strong>
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				Anel's breath caught in his throat rather audibly as the question was asked. Did he think he should be punished? he had no idea. He didn't <em>want</em> to be, but that wasn't what had been asked. The more he thought on the matter however, the more the lines blurred on whether he did wish to be or not; the simple fact that Ryan was inquiring the point was surely something positive, if intimidating... A Master wouldn't waste time punishing a whore he no longer wanted in his House, would he? Anel certainly hoped not; it would be a terrible blow to suffer punishment and be thrown out regardless... But no, Ryan wouldn't do that... Would he?<br><br>The boy looked tentatively upwards at the man for a moment before lowering his gaze, his lips opening and closing several times as he struggled to form the correct words. He didn't even know what he thought on the matter, so to speak was a huge leap in itself. He felt dirty, unclean and used (in a way that he didn't like), so perhaps punishment would serve as a way to remove the dark stain upon his conscious? That he would pay for not doing something to prevent Gareth committing the act? He had also acted terribly n front of the clients, which in itself was a punishable offence...<br><br>But then, he didn't deserve it! Another part of his mind cried at him; logically there was nothing he could have done, considering the bound position he was in, and anyone would have acted out a little under those circumstances... Maybe if he simply apologised...<br><br>Would that be enough?<br>What would the other whores think about him 'getting off' after such a display?<br>Would his reputation be ruined?<br>Would he be trusted with anything again?<br><br>Anel squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head quickly, a small sob passing between his lips as he felt lost to the confusion that whirled through his mind and threatened to simply tear him apart. Looking up to Ryan again he leaned forward and dipped into a deep bow, speaking quietly, his voice trembling. "I... I don't know... It isn't r-right... Isn't my place to decide... I can't decide... I..." He paused. Swallowed. Tried to get his words together. Then spoke again.<br><br>"I did something wrong... Was rude to clients... Should have stopped... It from happening... I feel disgusting; like I shouldn't even b-be looked at, but I... I don't know what I should do..." Slowly, the boy lifted his head to gaze upward with a desperate expression; a boy looking to his Master for guidance.<br><br>"Please... Tell me what should happen to me... What I should do..." No, that wasn't enough, he needed to say more.<br><br>"I'll do whatever y-you think I should, Master Ryan..." Better.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 03:08:39</strong>
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				While Anel though, Ryan's gaze went back to him, reading him when all these emotions ran over his features. He let him speak, form all those words he seemed to have to push out of himself. It was cruel in a way, but there was no better way than this. Not in Ryan's book. Anel had to think about this, too. Even after getting raped. And he did, that much was clear. When his eyes went up to meet his, there was a need written in them and he reached out to cup a cheek.<br><br>"I think I should not punish you, Anel. You've gone through enough already, today."<br><br>But he already had punished him. He had made him think about this while his world had come down. Was he sure, now, that he wouldn't be send away?<br><br>"I'll let this slide, this time. I will also not send you away for something you had no control over."<br><br>His thumb stroked the boy's cheek gently before he pulled his hand back slowly.<br>"Don't act like this before clients again though, Anel. Not even if your pants were on fire or the house was crumbling to fall on top of you. Just smile and nod. The show is everything."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 00:55:08</strong>
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				Despite the Master's insistence that he would not be sent away and the subtle relief that brought, Anel's breath still caught in his throat as the hand touched his cheek, half-expecting to receive a firm slap for his terrible behaviour. He certainly deserved it. For several moments the boy remained tense with his eyes closed before he became sure that he wouldn't be struck or sent away.<br><br>Slowly, his eyes opened again and he looked up at Ryan's face with a small frown. The show, of course; the Teahouse lived on putting on a professional and attractive image for the clients. No matter how he felt inwardly, Anel would simply have to smile and act pleasant to those who might want his services. "Right... The show... The show..." He chanted softly to himself, looking off to one side as the hand fell away from his cheek, biting his bottom lip for a moment before he nodded and places a smile upon his lips, it not quite reaching somewhat depressed eyes.<br><br>"The show will go on, Master Ryan. No one will ever know how I feel." He forced out a small chuckle and rose to his feet, brushing his knees down, tugging at the bottom of his robe that ghosted his upper thigh.<br><br>"So many of my clothes are revealing... Anyone would think I'm a whore." He winked, his facade being near flawless. He couldn't show how depression and worthlessness clawed at his insides; he would be a professional worker.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>12-07-2011, 02:29:51</strong>
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				There wasn't really anything Ryan could do for Anel. Asides kicking Gareth from the Teahouse, of course. If Anel had even hinted towards wanting revenge... he had probably granted it.<br><br>Had he not changed over time? Though.. it hadn't been all that long since he had tortured a man to death for harming a whore. That was Atticus, though. And he hadn't been his whore..<br>Was it all that different? Was he not just as protective of all of his whores or was he misleading himself and did he hold the scarred up sword-dancer above all others?<br>Probably.<br>Still, he'd have choice words to say to Gareth for abusing his trust. He knew how men like this worked. Ryan was certain the businessman had not even thought about what rape would do to Anel. He might had not even thought it to be rape.<br><br>A slight nod was given to Anel when the whore took up his own mask anew.<br>"Show them what you can do, Anel, but never be afraid to step up to me again if anything happens," he said quietly, standing to his feet again, slight frown on his face that quickly faded. "There are people here you can trust. And there are people here that will punish offenders."<br>He smirked and shook his head, eyes going over the garden while arms folded before his chest. Why had he added those sentences? Surely Anel had understood now what he had tried to get across. Had there really been need to stress the point in this manner?<br><br>A hand slipped into a jacket-pocket and pulled out a wallet he opened to pull several bills from that he handed to the whore, though his face had gone calm, cold and distant again. He knew how much money he'd just given Anel, and it was quite a sum, but he just couldn't care.<br>"Get dressed and get shopping. At least try to have some fun."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>15-07-2011, 02:01:14</strong>
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				Anel blinked slowly and continued to allow the perfected smile to play over his rosy lips even as his eyes showed still the subtle hints of sadness and betrayel. He would never say such after the Master himself had spoken to him and tried to make him feel better, but the delicate trust that the blond so rarely gave out had been shaken in both the establishment and those who ran it; still, he felt that something could have been done to prevent his attack, and yet it had been allowed to happen... But as Ryan had said; the show must go on. The show was the most important thing to the Teahouse, not the feelings of the whores who worked there.<br><br>It was with that rather depressing thought in mind that the boy rose gracefully to his feet with a small sigh, the thin fabric of his robe fluttering open over his chest, draping down one shoulder. "Mmmn... I suppose I should get dressed..m even though you know this shows my assets to their fullest." He turned away from Ryan and wiggled his hips, the hem of the robe ghosting the very tops of his thighs. To finish of the little show, the whore delivered a small slap to his barely-covered behind. "But okay, okay... If you say so." He winked playfully over his shoulder at Ryan before turning his gaze back to the Teahouse with a heavy sigh, being about to head back indoors.<br><br>It was then that a large number of bills were thrust into his hands and he blinked slowly, raising his gaze to Ryan with a small frown, trying to push the money back. "Ahhh, nu uh. I don't like pity money; I work for it..." He arched an eyebrow, looking deliberately at Ryan's crotch. "Which I would be happy to do... Even though you might as well pay yourself..." He shrugged with another teasing wink.<br><br>"I bet you don't indulge enough anyway, Master Ryan; loosten up a little." He chuckled, placing his hands on his hips,<br><br>Keep smiling.<br>Always smiling.<br><br>The show must go on.[/color
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>19-07-2011, 02:38:51</strong>
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				He let it slide, as he let his eyes go over the whore and back to the garden, slipping the bills into his jacket.<br>He had not though Anel to be hard of hearing, nor dense, but.. Inwardly he shrugged. If the whore could keep this mask up only due to having it up everywhere even if Ryan had told him to use it before the guests, who was he to tell him otherwise? It wasn't like Ryan did not hold up a mask. Was it really different what he did himself?<br>His gaze dropped to the ground, slight frown forming, seemingly forgetting Anel was still there. Hands met on the low of his back as he studied the grass he was stood on.<br><br>Anel was right about one thing ; he did not indulge. Not enough anyway.<br><br>Shaking his head, he looked up again. "Very well, Anel," he said quietly "But first I would have to deal with Mister Aldrich, hm?" and shrugged, turned to walk away, looked over his shoulder and smirked "I love you like a son, Anel. Don't get any ideas..." the actually did walk away, exited the garden to enter the building, wandered through the hall and into his office, not giving the whore a chance to respond to his words.<br><br><hr>To. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98330.msg4946711#msg4946711)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>20-07-2011, 23:04:28</strong>
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				The small and cocky smirk remained firmly on Anel's lips as he watched the Master of the House rise to his feet, placing hands lightly on his hips and jutting them to one side with a small giggle. "You show him good, Master Ryan. Give him a slap from me." He winked playfully even as he inwardly cringed at his words; honestly he never wanted to think of the man again, and the thought of seeing him was almost terrifying, but as Ryan had said; the show had to go on, no matter how he felt. He was the cocky, arrogant bitch that no one really got on with. He had to maintain that.<br><br>"Like a son?" He repeated, pouting slightly with a small tut. "That's no fun at all..." With a small sigh, Anel watched the man leave before he shrugged his shoulders with a small groan, running a hand through messy blond hair. He needed a shower, needed to fix up his appearance to its usual standard. Better than usual, to show the rest of the whores and clients that there was nothing wrong with him. he could bounce back easily... At least on the surface.<br><br>As he looked over towards Zara who remained on the swing he flinched and shuffled slightly; she just <em>had</em> to tell him of her stupid, secret crush, didn't she? <br><br>"Hey, bitch..." He murmured, his tone light and not at all unpleasant as he walked to stand in front of her. "Don't go saying such silly things like that stuff about Atti; people might get the wrong idea... That you fancy him or something... And even you aren't <em>that</em> stupid..." It was Anel's rather roundabout way of letting her know that her secret was safe, and without much thought he nudged her sideways and sat on the swing beside her with a small huff.<br><br>"God damn your ass is huge. Taking up all the swing..." He grumbled with a small smile.<br><br>Maybe he did like Zara. They were too similar for him not to...<br><br>But only a little.<br><br>And he would never let anyone know.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 01:45:13</strong>
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				Adi had gone off to his first client and Atticus was busy; the others seemed so quiet. It was hard not to worry about both of the men; Adi an unexpected friend who seemed as simple and honest as she was in off moments, and Atticus who hid so much. She was under no illusions of knowing anything more about Mr. Cross then he wanted to share. Except..perhaps she did. Gliding down the garden paths back toward the gazebo where she had shared a unexpected picnic with Adi she lifted her hand to her lips, remembering the intensity of Atticus' kiss. It had been so different from any other kiss she had had. But then weren't all her kisses different, each client was special, unique, why should Atticus be even more special?<br><br>Because of the simple fact that he was. <br><br><em>Fool</em> She laughed softly at herself, shaking her head; hadn't she learned with William's passing. There was nothing permanent in life, just like her father passing away. Yet when she was with him, looking at his brooding features she felt inspired, felt hopeful, felt the so called embers of her desires flare up into something more like a bonfire. Hopefully the Knight would be careful with him, hopefully it wouldn't ruin the haven her bedroom was in her friend's eyes. The redhead tilted her face back into the sunshine as she walked slowly down familiar pathways, there was no rush, no need to be anywhere now, only to wait should a client appear. Lorraine wouldn't come today; she was the only weekly client Fiona had at the moment, though others sought for more time with her. <br><br>Perhaps she was too selective, but her rarity of taking on steady engagements meant that Master Ryan could ask more for when she did. Not that the money mattered much to her. She reached the gazebo and settled down in her favored seat, cupping her chin in one hand as she gazed out at the garden wondering who would appear for the evening. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 02:09:32</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">While Anel and Master Ryan had been speaking, Zara had made her way around the Gazebo and up the steps to the beautiful swing that was within. She sat down and curled one foot under her while the other idly swung back and forth, looking out and seeing...nothing. Even though Zara's eyes were opened, her mind was millions of miles away. In the one place where she was allowed to be herself and she could let <em>him</em> slip into her dreams.<br><br><em>'Touch me...please' She whispered into the darkness, feeling him behind her, moving, gliding in and out of her slick heat as tendrils of hair clung to her moist body. Their bodies writhed together, arched and moved in a passion that was unmatched...untouched..."Atticus...<strong>please!</strong>" She opened her mouth to beg just a little bit more when she felt the piercing pain of flesh being cut....felt her blood trickling between them as he marked her back in a way no other person had ever been able to...<br><br>If he had written his name along her flesh, she would have worn it proudly...</em><br><br>The sound of Anel's voice snapped her out of her own personal sex haze, her skin flushed and her breathing heavy. Her eyes flashed angrily at Anel, wishing to tell him to go to hell...but she didn't. Could it be that she was actually fond of the little whore? How amusing.<br><br>"What silly things?" Zara's voice was a bit breathless, making her angry for the sign of weakness. She chuckled lightly as she arched a delicate eyebrow, her voice bored, "Anel, have you been hitting the bottle again? I do believe you're hallucinating conversations that didn't happen..." But her eyes twinkled when he made fun of her ass, knowing damn well that not only could the two of them fit there but possibly a third person.<br><br>"Oh Anel..." Zara murmured as he sat down, "You know we should--"<br><br>Her voice got stuck in her throat when she saw <em>her</em> coming out and moving to her favored spot.<br><br>Fiona.<br><br>Her eyes&nbsp; burned angrily and before Zara realized what she was doing, she was standing up and snarled, "Little bitch..." She looked at Anel with an evil twisted smile, her voice cruel, "Perhaps we should have Fiona entertain us with some of her poetry..."<br><br>She didn't give a chance for Anel to respond, merely strode towards Fiona, her voice cracking in the air like a whip, "Well well well...have you come to grace us with your presence? To bless us with the wonders that is Fiona..." Her voice was cruel, her tone ice cold, and her eyes held the hatred that she had for someone who had what she wanted.<br><br>Zara hated Fiona.<br>And now that Master Ryan and Atticus were both occupied...she would let her know.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 02:25:48</strong>
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				The sharp sound of Zara's voice broke through her thoughts and had the redhead sitting up straight, a blush tinting her pale cheeks at the clear sarcastic praise that fell from the other whore's lips. Her eyes drifted downward once they met Zara's angry gaze and Fiona got to her feet, smoothing down her skirts with nervous hands. "I am no wonder Miss Zara, no more then you yourself are at least. I'm sorry if I intruded, I just thought to enjoy the garden a bit." <br><br>Dipping a slight curtsy the redhead shifted around the chair she had been seated on, clearly ready to leave and make as little a scene as possible. What she could have done to so upset the dark haired woman she had no clue but she didn't want to be upsetting for anyone. Zara had had clearly a good session with a client, but that seemed to have worn off since she took Anel away. Anel, her eyes flashed to him, her lips twitching in a slight smile wishing she knew what to do to help with whatever issue had had him speak so out of turn earlier. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 02:36:15</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">There was no way she was going to allow Fiona to leave, not when she had her all alone. No one around to protect her. She saw the look Fiona cast over her shoulder and effectively moved to block the view from Anel, hissing, "Leave him alone. He doesn't need <em>you...</em>" Her lips twitched in mockery as her eyes ran down Fiona's body, hating that the whore could look so regal when she was just like Zara was. A whore; to be used and cast aside.<br><br><em>But she looked like she was worth more...and -he- probably likes that...</em><br><br>The thought caused her eyes to narrow as she spoke cruelly, "I'm not done with you, Fiona...so do NOT move." She took another step forward, invading the other whore's space as her eyes ran down Fiona's neck and flashed down before coming back up, her smile full of venom, "Where are your clients, pretty little Fiona? Where are the many great writers and poets who are in your life...who only come to visit you when their wives are off in bed...so that they can spend time with the daughter of a 'great man' who has lowered herself to...nothing." Her voice was low as she whispered, "Because you are nothing, Fiona...like the rest of us. Don't think you fool me."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 02:44:03</strong>
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				Anel himself had originally planned to simply share a little banter with Zara to ensure their respective secrets would be kept safe before Fiona entered the gardens and he couldn't help but roll his eyes. While he by no means loathed the woman as Zara seemed to, her somewhat posh and dignified air was at a direct conflict with him own, and she had a habit of seeming to be above everyone else around her. <br><br>Still, he wasn't quite in the mood to assist Zara in her amusing assault on the poor redhead, and simply arched a slender eyebrow as Fiona looked at him, clearly stating that she was on her own. With the recent confession he had heard, he guessed that Zara's hate stemmed from Fiona's relationship (whatever it was) with Atticus... But he would not go there.<br><br>Instead he draped more fully on the swing and giggled idly to himself as he watched the exchange, whistling slowly and wishing that he hadn't thrown the drink away. "Hell hath no fury... Or some shit..." He murmured, his gaze flicking between the two. If things seemed like they would get violent, he would go to get Ryan, or someone of authority...<br><br>Eventually...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 02:46:21</strong>
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				Fiona blinked in shock at the venom in the way that Zara warned her away from Anel; she had only been trying to be nice. The look in the other woman's eyes had her taking a step back slightly, though that meant she was up against one of the posts of the gazebo with no where to go. People didn't look at her the way that Zara was now, she didn't know how to handle it and she trembled slightly, blue green eyes going wide at the order that still had her going still automatically in obedience. Her throat worked with nerves and her hands clenched a touch in her skirts. Zara had no care for her personal space, and she could smell brandy and the musk of sex lingering around the dark haired beauty. <br><br>It was far different from Fi's light violet scent, and that of old books. The smile made her shiver a touch, her lips parting to answer the question only to have nothing to offer. She didn't only take married men to bed; she had female clients and single men as well but the protest seemed incapable of being voiced. <br><br>Nothing. Were they really nothing? <br><br>Her eyes flashed with a spark of temper, something that normally was missing in the 'easy going' girl's personality, her chin lifting a touch and lips compressed before she spoke in a slightly clipped voice. "We are not nothing Zara; we provide a service, a valuable one, we provide haven and escape to those who need it. Master Ryan wouldn't choose just anyone to work in the Teahouse, you know that best of all of us don't you? I have not tried to fool anyone, I am simply living my life the best way I know how. My father wouldn't think less of me for my choices, he raised me to make them and I have." <br><br>She wavered a bit when speaking of her father, hoping that it would be true, unable to keep from wondering what her mother would make of her life now. But no, she was happy, she did help others. Lady Stanbury was one example, and her William had been another. Tears glimmered, though they didn't fall, in her eyes as she wished her 'white knight' had truly carried her off from the Teahouse for the first time in months now.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 02:58:02</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">She laughed bitterly, unable to keep the anger from her features as she snapped, "Who are you trying to fool, pearl? Yourself?" If Zara had been looking away, or not as close to Fiona, she wouldn't have caught the slight waver in the other woman. But she had and she latched on to it; reaching out, she gently played with a strand of Fiona's hair, speaking in a low tone, "Do you think when they are in your room, listening to you read poetry to them...naked...their cocks hard to be inside of you...that they value you?" Her eyes burned intensely as she stared into the beautiful eyes of the redhead. Her smile was almost full of pity as she answered, "They value no one but their time. You are a hole to pleasure them. Nothing more."<br><br>Perhaps...if she experienced what was so special about Fiona...then she would understand. Yes, perhaps she had to open herself up to the wonders that was Fiona...then she would know why she was chosen while Zara was merely cast aside. Perhaps then...she wouldn't hate the little brat before her.<br><br>A fingertip ran down Fiona's neck, Zara's eyes following the digit as she spoke huskily, "Do you know what I do? <em>I</em> provide a service. <em>I</em> give them something their wives cannot give them. Something their pussies and their cocks have never had before..." Her lips curved into a seductive smile as she took the final step to bring Zara's body pressed up against Fiona, their bodies gently rubbing as Zara breathed, "I give them...what none of them can have anywhere else..."<br><br>"You..." She continued, one hand continuing to play with Fiona's neck while the other took the redhead's skirt and slowly began to inch it up, hiking the material up to expose the creamy flesh underneath, "You are a passing fancy...and a disappointment to your family." </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 03:14:51</strong>
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				"I am not fooling anyone." Fiona protested weakly then, trying to shift away but finding again that she couldn't. Instead her eyes widened, a bit fearful as Zara started to toy with a strand of her long cooper hair, her cheeks the bright intense red that only redhead's can get when they blush as the other whore spoke so crudely. She knew she was valued, that she was important. She was even designing Lorriane's wedding dress after all. She was more then just a 'hole' and she knew that logically. It was getting harder to remember it emotionally in that moment as Zara taunted her. <br><br>The finger trailing down her neck got a slight shiver, Fi didn't know how to not be responsive to a touch; it was part of her appeal that drew those who saw her back time and again if she consented. There was no acting, no forethought, just response and she trembled when Zara crushed their bodies together, heat flaring up in her and Fiona blushed harder for it, her eyes dropping demurely downward. <br><br>A soft whimper parted her lips though when her skirts were lifted, her pale skin revealed; though at first it was just through the sheerness of her stockings, but Zara kept edging it up further and she shrank back again, trying to avoid conflict. Zara appealed to her own client base and Fiona to hers, there was nothing wrong with that. <br><br><em>"You are a passing fancy...and a disappointment to your family."</em> Those words cut though and she flinched visibly before lifting her eyes, a few tears spilling from her lashes even as she tried to pull herself together. <br><br>"Maybe I am to some, a passing fancy, but to others I'm not. I've had a client who saw me almost every day for two years, I have one now that I have been tending to for over a year; I have a meaning and that is something I gave myself and not something you or anyone else can take away from me or deny me. I don't care if I'm just a passing fancy, at least when they have lain in my arms they have known a little bit of love. At least I can give them that, give them a place to see the best of themselves, to escape from a reality that can be too harsh. Do you give your clients your emotions? Your heart? Or is just your body you share? Don't judge me for my choices as I have never judged you for yours."<br><br>"Now please...move aside and let me go, I meant it when I said I wasn't trying to intrude." Her cheeks kept their pink, even through her impassioned speech. Zara was close enough to have felt her trembles though, to know that her breath still raced, making her breasts strain at the line of her bodice. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 03:34:05</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The words that Fiona spoke simply continuing to infuriate Zara; was that why they were so different? Because Zara knew that the glass was half empty while Fiona swore that the glass was half full? Were they like oil and water, simply too different to even be in each others presence? That had to be it; because even now as Fiona spoke, Zara wanted to slap her and tell her to stop being so pathetic and so innocent. It had to be with <em>he</em> enjoyed her; because her head was always in the clouds...while Zara was too far gone to even make sense.<br><br><em>Break her! Hurt her! Do it! She hurt you! You hurt her! Do it!</em><br><br>The tears made Zara smirk in slight amusement and she pouted her lips, her voice soft as she mocked, "Of course they saw you for two years...and where are they now? Did they tire of you...tire of your innocence? Did they need a real woman to make them feel complete?" Zara had felt the tremors, had felt the response that Fiona's body had betrayed; and she fed off it. She shifted and began to slowly rock her hips and press their breasts together, leaning close to murmur huskily, "I'll do you a favor...come into my room one night...and I'll show you how it feels to be a true whore..." She smirked, her eyes flashing with heat and amusement as her body moved forward, ignoring the request from the other whore to step aside.<br><br>"I'll have you screaming for more..." Zara's hand shifted and suddenly cupped Fiona under her skirt, her hand palming the other whore, slowly grinding her palm between her legs as she dipped her head, her nose very gently coming in contact with her flesh, breathing in the violet scent, "I'll mark your body and remind you that no matter what...love has nothing to do with sex." Her hand moved up and down between her legs, boldly forcing her hand in between whether Fiona wanted the touch or not.<br><br>A low chuckle escaped Zara as she breathed, "Want me to lie to you and tell you that you mean something to me?" In an impulsive act, Zara jerked her head up and captured Fiona's lips in a brutal and fierce kiss, tilting her head to make sure and begin the kiss deep and angry. Her tongue invaded the other woman's lips without remorse, claiming what she pleased, taking and not asking for permission. Because Zara wanted Fiona to remember that no&nbsp; matter what, Zara called the shots. Whether controlled or not, she did as she pleased and the other female -- or anyone in the Teahouse -- could not tell her what to do.<br><br>The kiss was cruel, dominant and full of anger. But Zara couldn't deny that desire was slowly uncurling itself within her, and she could feel her body responding to the assault she was forcing upon Fiona.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 03:42:00</strong>
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				Zara's mocking of where her two year long client went was enough to earn more tears from the redhead; was enough to strike at a place that was still so tender and raw that she didn't even share it with Atticus, with Master Ryan. The Master thought she was fine, completely over her grief, able to work with no issue, and she was, until now. She wanted to jerk away and put up shields, ones that no one expected from her. William had died, died and left her here all alone. It hurt. It hurt more then she wanted to admit, then she ever wanted to think of. Was she not a real woman? She had never heard that insult before. She struggled then, trying to move away, but it only made the rocking of Zara's hips more invasive and she tremble at the whisper into her ear.<br><br>She wouldn't go to Zara's room, wouldn't give the dark haired beauty that much pull over her. To do so would mean that the other whore was right and that Fiona was nothing, she was aware of the emotional games some could play. Lessard had warned her. She had just never had anyone want to pull her apart before. It was an unsettling experience. <br><br>Fi's aquamarine gaze went wide in shock and she gasped when Zara's hand invaded between her thighs and she tried to pres them closed, to deny the other woman entrance to so intimate a part of her body. Zara was having none of that and Fi made a soft sound of protest before it turned into a soft moan of pleasure when the other woman found the apex of her legs, when Zara kissed her. It was harsh, brutal. Fi didn't pull away though, but rather melted into it, giving way to the desires of her body to distract from the pain in her heart. That was all she could do here, be pliant, yield. She gave her mouth to Zara, let the other whore lead them deeper, she whimpered for her, squirming against her, her hands coming up to cling to Zara's shoulders, one trailing down her back, wanting more. She gave not in anger or fear, but in eagerness, in desire, perhaps that would show Zara what she meant. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 03:54:11</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">As a whore with many years of experience, Zara knew just what to do and how to move her fingers so that Fiona's thighs could not keep her sex from the woman's wandering hand. And as such, she felt the heat and the softness of the whore's skin, knew that if her fingers slipped inside they would be welcomed. But this was NOT what Zara wanted; she wanted to scare the little bitch, not make her enjoy it! And what was worse...Zara's own body had reacted immediately and had burned with a hunger that could only be sated with the sexual explosion of two bodies. Fiona had effectively turned Zara on.<br><br>The soft touch down her back surprised her, because Zara wasn't used to tenderness. Demand. Control. Lust. Pain. She was used to those; all of her clients knew that not even blood made Zara stop. They could push her body to the limit and further still and Zara would welcome it all. But tenderness...? It unsettled her; left her feeling vulnerable. Because...she actually enjoyed it.<br><br>She bit Fiona's lower lip hard before she jerked her mouth away, her chest rising up and down rapidly with her breathing. Her eyes narrowed as she said with a cold smile, "See...I treated you like a whore...and you're still wet. So stop lying to yourself and everyone in the Teahouse...love has nothing to do with sex." She jerked away from Fiona and moved her hand&nbsp; from between the other woman's legs, her eyes gleaming with fiery hunger as she raised her hand&nbsp; to her lip and ran her tongue over her palm, blatantly catching Fiona's scent.<br><br>"You either come into my room. Or I go into yours. And believe me, pearl...you don't want me to go into your room." Her eyes burned angrily, because even though she spoke the words, the thoughts of him being with Fiona hurt more. So Zara was going to show the little pearl what it meant to be with Zara...and she would make sure and scar her body so everyone in the Teahouse would know too.<br><br>Without another word, Zara turned and made her way down the steps and away from the Gazebo, not staring at Fiona or Anel. She needed to make it to her room, pronto.<br><br>She was dying to touch herself.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 04:03:35</strong>
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				(From (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98329.msg4955523#msg4955523))<br><br><hr><br>He hadn’t paused in the hallway, even though there was Rubiee dealing with a new client. He’d just glanced over the scene and decided it was something the accountant could handle, then escaped without being seen. <br><br>Being outside didn’t help. Hearing both Zara’s and Fiona’s voices drifting over from the Gazebo didn’t help. He should go find Master Ryan. Tell him. Take what was due to him without flinching... but he couldn’t bare it. He couldn’t. He was afraid.<br><br>He put the cigarette between his lips and struck a match, and for the first time in months drew in a deep lungful of Dragon’s Breath. It wasn’t pure Dragon, barely any, rolled with tobacco. The knot of terror relaxed a little, not much. Just enough so he knew he’d sell his skin for something purer.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 04:12:48</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Why did you stop!? Go back there and finish her off!!</em> Zara shuddered as images of what she could do to Fiona ran through her head. So many things that she could do; so many ways she could have the little pearl screaming out for her. Humiliate her and remind her that she was just like them; no better and no worse. And when she was nothing but a puddle of orgasm, she could have thrown her some bills...treated her like so many times Zara had been treated. The though--<br><br>Zara almost slammed into a body, and her mouth opened to snarl her displeasure when she registered who it was.<br><br><em>Him.</em><br><br>Her voice left her, her body quivered, and all she could do was stare at him. How she craved him; even now, she wanted to press up against him and offer him her body, her mind, her soul. Anything he would take!&nbsp; But it only took a split second to realize why he was outside. Fiona.<br><br>Her eyes became like ice and her voice was bitter as she snapped, "The little pearl is in the Gazebo. Untouched."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 04:26:50</strong>
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				He started when Zara seemed to pop out of nowhere, stopping inches from him. Atticus coughed a few times, the smoke he had been breathing agitating his lugs at the surprise. Zara just stared at him. He collected himself and was about to apologise for some reason when she snarled at him. An untouched pearl? What...<br><br>“... You shouldn’t leave your jewellery lying around, Miss Zara,” he said, sounded and looking confused. His accent was curling around in his vowels and sharpening his constantans like knives. He didn’t care. He lifted his cigarette, his hand shaking.<br><br>He held the smoke in, then blew it out, away from the pissed off whore. He remembered then the brief conversation they’d had that morning, and he realised that it might be why she was annoyed with him. “You asked for my company this morning. If you no longer desire it, it is of no consequence.”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Phobetor</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 04:36:03</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">She blinked a moment in confusion when he commented on her jewelry. That she was one to receive jewelry was amusing all on its own but what-- Fiona. Of course. She called Fiona a little pearl, because she considered herself above the rest. A pearl amongst a bunch of nothing. But what hurt her most was not that he did not know who she was referring to...it was what he said afterwards.<br><br>"I'll always find your company desirable," Zara blurted out without thinking, causing her voice to hitch as soon as the words were spoken. <em>Stupid Zara! How could you possibly be so dim-witted.</em> She locked her jaw and looked at Atticus for one long moment before she turned and slipped back inside.<br><br><em>Yes, Zara. Let us throw our heart out to have it be stomped on,</em> she thought bitterly, the door shutting firmly behind her. When was she going to learn? She needed something to occupy her time...she wondered what the servants were doing! She could use one as a punching bag.<br><br>Back Inside. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98126.msg4955755#msg4955755)</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 04:37:51</strong>
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				She had serviced female clients before but never like this, no one had ever hurt her, pushed at her so. And she squirmed, unsure of what to make of her, her breathing far too quick within her breast. The hard bit on her lower lip got a yelp and she was shaking when Zara pulled away; Fi couldn't hide the way her eyes were slightly glazed, nor the fact that tears still stained her cheeks with their pathways. She tried to regain her breath, shaking at the words that were meant to hurt. They did. But she was a whore, and she enjoyed sex...love had everything to do with it, even if it was just love of oneself in seeking the pleasure. At least that was what on her favorite poetesses claimed. <br><br>It was better to believe that then what Zara said. <br><br>Her cheeks burned witha&nbsp; blush as Zara looked at her with such heat and ran her tongue over her palm to catch what surely must have been a slight taste of Fi's body's desire. Her throat worked at the threat, the promise for more later. She could lock her door, she could...do something. She wasn't going to throw away her self esteem just because she had somehow upset Zara. <br><br>When the dark haired whore left Fi let out a soft sound that was half like a sob and sank down to sit on the ground, her knees drawn up to her chest as she shook and squeezed her eyes shut to fight the tears that wanted to well. It was somehow worse that Anel had watched. She couldn't stay here, she needed...her books, her room. William's gift. Memories of him to ward herself against all this. Her father's letters. She pulled herself up to her feet, her eyes averted to not meet Anel's before she turned and fled back toward the house, tugging her skirts down as she went. <br><br>She passed Zara, and Atticus, but she didn't pause to speak to either of them, no smiles in greeting, her eyes felt blinded by tears and her heart in emotional turmoil that for once Fiona had nothing to give to others. <br><br><br>To (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98323.msg4955744#msg4955744)<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 18:43:10</strong>
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				Zara's comment - followed so swiftly by her flight - bewildered Atticus. If she had wanted his company, why run back inside? Especially after making a point of asking for his company. A few moments after she had vanished, Fiona ran passed, darting inside just as quickly. What was going on? Had there been someone in the garden to scare them? Or were they running not away from something, but towards? The client in the lobby, perhaps? Was he that desirable he had the whores tipping over their skirts to get to him?<br><br>He walked away from the building, towards where Fiona had run from, casting about and listening for anyone who shouldn't be on the grounds. One hand was wrapped around his sword pommel, ready to draw and see the trespasser off - but he came across Anel first. "Afternoon, Mr Anel," he said to the youth. "Do you know why the young ladies were in such a rush?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 23:46:16</strong>
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				Anel had watched the whole exchange between the two female whores with slightly narrowed eyes, a small smirk playing over his lips; it was always amusing to watch Zara tear someone else to pieces for a change, even though he disliked how little of a fight Fiona put. Not that he expected anything less, and he rolled his eyes with a slight wrinkle of his brow as the darker haired woman advanced and moved to kiss the other, swiftly averting his eyes. Why anyone enjoyed the sight of such a thing was beyond him; a terrible breasts to penis ratio...<br><br>Still, the golden haired whore didn't move from his position on the swing, listening closely to every word shared between the pair; it was always useful to have gossip for future uses, and the garden seemed to be rife with it. Unfortunately, the show seemed to end rather abruptly as the servant came and requested Zara's services, something that brought forth a small smile to the boy's lips. He would never admit it to anyone, but he secretly wanted the other whore to do well; they were kindred spirits in their mutual bitchy ways, and Anel couldn't help but have a soft spot for her...<br><br>His mood, while being nowhere near lifted, had upped from the height of depression as he watched the pair leave him to blissful solitude, laying back upon the swing with a heavy sigh and allowing his eyes to slide closed. Maybe he could sleep... Just for a few moments...<br><br>But of course, the Teahouse had a different plan for him, and as Atticus' voice drifted from the garden, Anel tensed briefly, a frown coming to his lips. He blamed the bodyguard more than the Master, if he could blame anyone but Gareth... He knew the feelings weren't helpful, and he tried to push them to one side as it was true that the pair couldn't be watching everyone all the time... Even so...<br><br>"Zara had a client... Don't know about Fiona." Came the quiet and rather short reply as he slowly raised himself to a seated position, eyes opening to look down at the smooth skin of his thighs that his small robe didn't hide, drumming slender fingertips upon his legs idly. "You'll probably have more of an interesting conversation with Fiona, why don't you talk to her instead?" He chuckled; a forced sound.<br><br>"I'd just make comments about how much I want you to sheathe your sword, and other terrible innuendos..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 04:19:37</strong>
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				Atticus’ shoulders relaxed visibly and he nodded before lifting the half-gone cigarette to his lips again. The acrid smoke, though weaker than true Dragon or opium, was having an effect. Easing his mind just enough for him to think. Master Ryan might punish him, but he wouldn’t go so very far with it. There was no other guard at the House. And the things he’d said that morning, about never making Atticus leave...<br><br>He let out the held smoke, and snorted at the comment. “Fiona didn’t look like she wanted company. And it’s dirty to smoke in the House. The maids would take turns boxing my ears.”<br><br>His mouth twisted into a smirk and he turned his gaze away from the pale haired youth and said, “I’m sure there are worse fates. I have no objection to being subjected to such a torment. It would be...” His eye flicked back to the young man and grinned, “...refreshing.” And that wasn’t a lie. Especially after the dark, unwelcome and stilted conversation he’d had with the artist.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 04:32:19</strong>
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				Out of the corner of his eye, Anel watched at Atticus took a deep drag of the cigarette, frowning slightly to himself. It seemed like the bodyguard had had something of a bad day himself, and that made it more difficult to feel bitter to the man; harder, but not impossible. It would take a great deal to repair the fractured trust of both Master Ryan and Atticus... But the young whore would do his best to maintain his performance.<br><br>"Ahh, so you're stuck with me, hmm?" He forced out a small giggle, sliding slender legs from the swing to cross them over his thighs. "Why don't you sit, hmm? I can tease you much easier if you're closer..." He managed a playful wink, patting the surface beside him before sighing once again, shuffling and tilting his head up to gaze at the sky, fiddling idly with a strand of long golden hair.<br><br>The sleeve of his silken robe had fluttered down to expose a smooth shoulder, various red marks and purple bruises visible on pale flesh clearly made by ropes and teeth. Nothing unusual on Anel, especially after a visit by... Him. Of course his wrists and thighs were the worst burned places, but they were just hidden by his robe, lips only slightly reddened from the gag that was used. None of it mattered of course; Atticus was always distant and untouchable, not as much as Ryan, but to Anel it seemed like there was a definite line between them.<br><br>The bodyguard probably wouldn't notice his injuries.<br><br>"I cant think of any dirty innuendos right now, Atti... Something along the lines of penetrating my armour... Letting me give your blade a polish..." He shrugged, averting his gaze. "I'm not at my best today..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 05:17:54</strong>
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				Atticus paused a moment before accepting Anel’s offer to sit, settling himself on the swing, one hand on his sword’s pommel to keep it from banging the seat. He watched the youth, his fair skin telling the tale of his morning with Lord Aldrich. He remembered the tantrum the boy had thrown inside the House and something gnawed at him, an unease that was nothing to do with what had happened to himself. <br><br>Now, at least, Anel had calmed down. Whatever Zara and Master Ryan had said to him had returned him from the drunken hysteria. <br><br>Anel’s robe slipped and bared damaged flesh. Deeper than his anxiety, a dark pulse urged him to touch the marks, press his mouth to them, bite and make the young man whimper. He swallowed and looked away. Anel begged off his claim of a moment before and Atticus smiled a little. “It’s all right, I’ll just imagine you were scandalously lewd and be deeply tempted to take you up on it.” <br><br>His blue eye moved back to Anel, offering a teasing smile before letting it fade. “Do you use any unguents on your abrasions? I have several brands that I’ve found work wonders. One with bear grease and arnica should help your bruises fade more swiftly...”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 15:44:50</strong>
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				A small, somewhat hollow chuckle met Atticus words and the blond reached a hand up to tuck some rogue strands of gold back behind his ear, shooting the bodyguard a teasing wink in return. "If you were so deeply tempted, I'll be sure to come up with some worse next time... Might just push you over the edge, hm?" If he was honest with himself, Anel would have most likely already pounced upon the other man, but as things were, he was rather more subdued that usual and merely tilted his head to one side to rest his cheek on the guard's shoulder.<br><br>"Cosy..." He murmured softly with a small sigh before the topic of just what to do with his injures was brought up, blinking slowly and raising his head once again. "Oh... I normally just wash them and leave it; I rather like having my war wounds..." He chuckled quietly before a deep frown came to his features and he turned away, idly rubbing one of his wrists where the burn still stung in a reddened mark. Did he want the marks on his skin from this occasion? No. He didn't want anything to do with the man who had taken his virginity from him... Certainly not all over his body.<br><br>"But this time I think... I'd like to sort them out. Any chance I could use some of these oils or... Whatever you have?" He wined and shifted is robe, tying it more securely shut. "I'll make it up to you if it's a bother..." A small smile had curled to his lips as he looked back at Atticus with a roguish wink, running his tongue slowly over his lips.<br><br>Anel would never loose his rather promiscuous nature, no matter how much he went through.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 02:18:22</strong>
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				The comfortable weight of Anel's head laid on his shoulder made Attics relax even more, the contact welcome. Still, he couldn't help but chuckle. "I've been around whores almost as long as you've been alive. If you have a trick I've not seen, I'll buy you for an hour." It was said without any sincerity, more out of playful teasing than anything else. He highly doubted the youth had anything in his limited repotoir that Atticus didn't know by heart all ready, or at least been witness to. <br><br>He watched as the youth rubbed at a bruised wrist and crushed the urge to close his own hand around the darkened marks. When Anel agreed to try some of the ointments, Atticus nodded, then said, "We should go now, in case we're needed soon." He grinned as Anel winked and promised to make it up to him. "We'll see." He couldn't keep his gaze from dropping to the slowly moving tongue. The devil-may-care arrogance the youth had really was enrapturing. Bruised and aching after being used harshly and still able to pour sex from his skin. Virgins should not have that level of skill. It made Atticus want to do things to the beautiful boy that would get him the punishments he feared more surely than anything else. <br><br>"Shall we?" he said, nodding his head towards the building, taking one last drag on the cigarette.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 02:38:45</strong>
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				For a brief moment after Atticus' teasing comment, Anel frowned slightly and lowered his gaze to stare at his knees. He knew, of course, that the bodyguard had meant nothing serious by his words, but the blond was somewhat sensitive at that moment and he swallowed thickly; did he have nothing special? His virginity had gone, what if that was all he was good for? No... No, he had other things... Not many had as high an appetite for pain as him... That was something... Maybe...<br><br>"I... Right..." He finally murmured with a small smile, forcing the expression slightly before he placed a hand lightly upon the man's thigh in a rather sudden move, drumming fingertips against the pants he had to get past this. Had to get past the state of mind that could so easily be jolted back into depression; he was useless like this. Besides, he was with Atticus! That was something... Zara would be so jealous.<br><br>Zara... The twinge of guilt (a rare emotion) was unpleasant, but it was then that the guard spoke and Anel chuckled softly, swiftly dismissing the woman from his mind. "I'll come up with something... I'm sure. I've never disappointed anyone, and I won't be starting now..." His voice had taken on the low and sultry purr that came only from experience in a brothel, and the boy shrugged his shoulders innocently, the robe sliding down over both shoulders.<br><br>"Where?" He asked, reaching forward to pluck the cigarette from Atticus' lips to steal the final drag. It brought a wince to his features and he shuddered, but it was the action more than anything. "I'm easy."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 03:21:49</strong>
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				The hand on his thigh was a surprise - a welcome one. He hadn't expected Anel to treat the statement as a challenge. "You're incorrigible, you know." He wondered suddenly if it had been the wrong thing to say - what would he do to when Anel finally found the end of his tether? He remembered being in Fiona's room, feeling the dark need to hurt uncoil and rise from the dark hollow of his mind. And Anel called to it, on purpose. His attitude, his sexual hungers, his unnerving innocence. <br><br>It made his blood burn in his veins.<br><br>"They're in my room-" He stopped and frowned as Anel snatched the near-finished cigarette. "Don't-" But of course he did. He shook his head. "Brat. Come upstairs." <br><br>He rose and took the still burning stub from the boy, and walked pointedly towards the Teahouse.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 03:46:10</strong>
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				Anel blinked slowly as he looked across at the bodguard with a close stare, his delicate fingertips slowly twirling the cigarette between them in a deliverate motion. He hadn't expected the rather sudden demand to come upstairs, and he tilted his head to one side with a light chuckle, completely oblivious to the rather dark thoughts flickering through Atticus' head. "Hey...!" He grumbled with a small pout as the stub was took from his grip, remaining upon the swing to simply watch as the man began to walk away, a slow and steady smirk curling upon his lips.<br><br>Eventually, the boy rose and hurried after Atticus before pausing behind him and leaning upward to run his tongue over the man's earlobe, purring softly. "I'll come wherever you want me to." He chuckled, the pun being perhaps a little painful before he turned and slid out in front of him, walking slowly towards the entrance to the house, his hips swaying in an entirely unnecessary motion, the hem of his robe fluttering perilously high upon his thighs.<br><br>Once he reached the entrance he nodded towards it, leaning luxuriously against the doorframe. "Hurry up... I get bored easily..." He winked teasingly, snapping his teeth in Atticus' direction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>01-08-2011, 08:24:49</strong>
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				Atticus wasn’t sure if he was amused, alarmed or bored of Anel’s casual wanton display. The boy knew Atticus couldn’t fuck him, his virginity worth too much to throw away. Was it teasing, or play, or practice? Or did someone have a wager, against Anel’s seductive abilities? <br><br>Still it was harmless enough. He might as well enjoy it. It was every easy to enjoy the youth’s attentions. His gaze dropped to those swaying hips and he couldn’t help but smirk. Perfectly scandalous. <br><br>He snorted softly at the demand and the snap of teeth, not altering his pace in the slightest, though he was smirking. <br><br><hr><br>(To (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98329.msg5007354#msg5007354))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>30-08-2011, 03:17:31</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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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>19-09-2011, 15:25:50</strong>
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				(From (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98126.msg5229478#msg5229478))<br><br><hr><br>The gardens were thick with shadow, and their breath hung in the air as a plume of mist. There was still just enough light to see by, the sky a spill of reds and oranges. He turned his face up to it, silent for a few moments before asking, “What happened between you and Zara?” The tone was cautious but held a firmness at its core. He would not be satisfied until he knew, and he wasn’t above bullying Fiona to find out.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>19-09-2011, 23:06:34</strong>
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				It was cool outside but Fiona welcomed it, letting it brace her and calm her thoughts, cold was good for that, giving clarity. She leaned a touch closer then normal on his arm wanting the comfort of his closeness and the fact that he would protect her. At least so far as the Teahouse interest's went and perhaps more. They were friends, weren't they? She could tell him what happened without it seeming like she was carrying tales? Her aquamarine eyes lingered on his profile as he stared up at the sky; it would be so much easier to focus on him rather then herself. <br><br>But she had promised to never lie to him, and she knew that she couldn't break that promise, even by omission. With a sigh she pulled away from him to give into the restless energy that bubbled through her and pace the garden path they had paused on grateful for the shadows and the quiet that lingered around them. <br><br>"I..she was angry earlier when I went to the gazebo. So she tormented me, at least I think she meant to. She mocked my views of..well all of this." she gestured toward the building behind her, her expression fighting to keep hidden just how confused she was. "She..." Fiona bit down on her lower lip, her hands pressing into her abdomen as if to stop the wretched feeling that was welling inside her. "She didn't know about William but she made comments about how he had abandoned me, I don't think she could have known just how much that hurt but the comments about my father loathing what I do and...then she touched me, said she didn't love me, that she would show me what it meant to be a whore." <br><br>The redhead glanced at him and then away again, out at the garden remembering how it had felt to have Zara touch her, that demanding kiss, the bite on her lip. There had been desire there but how much of that was because she hadn't known how to react any other way to such touches? "I don't want to bring it to Master Ryan, that will just upset him and make me seem...weak but I just don't know what to do. Mayhap I should just stay in my room save for when I'm called for."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>20-09-2011, 17:23:41</strong>
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				“Don’t cloister yourself, Fi. This place is your home, as much as it hers. You should feel free to go where you will.” She should also feel safe within its walls. He would have a word with Zara, see if there was a reason behind her aggression. And, he thought, he would have to tell Master Ryan. Something was disrupting the... ‘tranquillity’ was not the word, for the House had never been that... whatever the word, Master Ryan had a right to know. Then again, Zara was a woman. It might just be her time of the month. <br><br>No, uncivilised behaviour was not to be tolerated. Not for any excuse.<br><br>“If she does anything of the like again, come find me right away. Or send a servant. You wouldn’t let a client handle you so; to allow Zara that freedom is foolish.” He sighed. Even if he were a fake guard, he was the only one the Teahouse had. He would play the part to the hilt. Him whining about being whored out infrequently would hurt how he was looked on by Fiona. She was a whore as much as he’d ever been, she would think him, in some part of her mind, as weak for shying from such attention. And if she thought him weak, she would not turn to him for help.<br><br>He took a deep breath, the cold are lancing the delicate tissue of his lungs, and said, “I am glad you took care of the sketch he drew of me. I think I will send it to a friend. How best do you suppose it might be transported?”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>20-09-2011, 18:41:36</strong>
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				Fiona's first response was to shake her head and argue; Zara had been one of the first whore's at the Teahouse and was certainly one of the main draws. She had had two clients at least already today, would likely have three before it ended. The redhead sighed, slightly shrugging her shoulders to show that it didn't matter to her where she went in the house, she could give up the garden readily enough and stay to the front parlor and her room.&nbsp; His comment about how she wouldn't let a client handle her so had her eyes dropping even as she sighed. She wouldn't, but Zara would, a lot of the other's would. Perhaps she had been too pampered by having William to have never entertained the sort who came looking for what Zara and Lessard were so well known for. <br><br>A shiver moved through her as she started to notice the cold more and she moved back to his side though she only took up his arm again for all that she wanted to step into his arms and have him hug her. He was so strong, so brave to have lived through everything he had. But Fi would never take from Atticus what was not offered outside of soft touches here and there that placed no demand. Too many people before had done that and she wanted him to know he was her friend and valued. <br><br>Happily she focused on his question having given no promise to go to him should Zara bother her again; he had likely dealt with worse in his past so why should she act like some spoiled milk sop of a maid? It wasn't like she was a virgin after all. "Probably best to wrap it first in parchment and then in a outer layer of something solid and flexible, rolling it to fit into a canister would be best to avoid creasing the sketch. I have a bit of muslim left over from a recent mock up of a gown that you could use. It shouldn't come to any damage then so long as it is carried carefully."<br><br>Fi tilted her head back to look up at him, her expression softening. "Atticus...would you do something for me? Please know you can reject the silly request but I feel I must make it before the cold sends us both back to our jobs inside."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>20-09-2011, 19:28:19</strong>
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				He listened to her advice on protecting the art and hummed softly. He wondered what Ellen would make of it. They didn’t exchange gifts, they didn’t have keepsakes of each other – though Atticus had taken to saving the letters she sent him, rather than burning them, which had been selfish of him, he knew. The one keepsake he had was the locket around his neck, a twist of blonde hair within glass. It had been commissioned by he himself, when he found the hair in one of her infrequent letters, so it couldn’t be followed to her. <br><br>Sending her a sketch of himself was... daring fate. But if he worded the letter just so, he could pretend he had simply seen it, and thought of her. She would know it was him. And – well. If she felt she couldn’t keep it, she could burn it. <br><br>“I’ll do that. Thank you.” He smiled at her, though the expression faded as she asked for a favour. “Ask it,” he murmured, knowing it must be important if she couldn’t speak of it inside the House. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>20-09-2011, 20:33:19</strong>
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				His smile made her heart quicken, particularly when memories of a certain rainy day came to mind and she let herself sink into them for a moment. Normally she held herself so carefully with him, aware of the fragility of friendship and trust in the world they lived in. Atticus gave her the freedom to ask but she found herself struggling to put it into words for a moment, her cheeks flushed at her own foolishness. He would not laugh at her though, anymore then she had ever laughed at his struggles with reading. He could teach her things she had always feared to touch on. <br><br>"Would you...teach me some of what the darker pleasures are? You..you wouldn't have to touch me, just hearing you speak of them, of how to handle them perhaps." her eyes dropped then, feeling horribly outside of her comfort zone, hoping she wasn't risking their friendship to bring up such a topic. "I was sheltered by my first client and now...I would rather learn of them first from you then anyone else. I know you would never wish to break me." <br><br>And she feared Zara wanted to do just that. If she could have some sort of understanding, some advice first then perhaps she could work through what the other woman might do and be strong without having to lean on him or the Master of the House. Fi wanted to face her own battles, but also..she had observed the darker tastes from a safe distance for three years now, at first content to be William's mistress, and then caught in her grief. If she was to live again she needed to be able to bring everything she could to her work. And how long until a client would request her who would seek the darker pleasures? <br><br>Her gaze swept up again, a shy smile on her lips. "And...would you kiss me? Just a stolen moment but your kiss, its like whisky on fire burning through me. It would help with tonight...Oh I must seem so very silly to you." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>21-09-2011, 04:22:05</strong>
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				He looked at her sharply when she asked him to teach her – about darker pleasures. Darker pleasures, what a ridiculous way to speak of pain. Agony. Terror. But – wait, were those what she meant? Or was she asking for the meeker games, of silk scarves and kitten fur floggers? “... I will, if it is your desire.” He said it carefully, not happy or certain about what he was agreeing to. “Only words, though. If you want... demonstrations, then Master Ryan must know of it.” He wanted to say ‘no’ to her, he wanted not to let her see the bitter, cruel desires that stalked the shadows of the soul. Why was she so eager to cut away her innocence?<br><br>But if he didn’t teach her, she might be curious enough to find someone else, who would not treat her carefully. <br><br>He stopped and turned to face her, his free hand lifting to brush her jaw. She was asking him to do something intimate. She knew it, on some level, for why else would she ask outside the House, away from prying ears. <br><br><em>Skin pale as the moon traced over with red welts of a whip, kissed in places with violet and brown bruises. Thin, pink scars writing dark hungers over her. Tired wariness in blue-green eyes. Sprawled on a Briar bed, silk outfit ripped to get to what was needed, muscles relaxed but anticipating. The faint coil of opium hanging in the air. </em><br><br>It was an awful image. He was sick to find it so alluring. She was his friend, he shouldn’t find the fantasy of her broken appealing in the least. <br><br>“It’s up to you to tell me to stop,” he said, his voice coming out sounding a little dazed. “It’s been years since I did... ‘dark pleasure’. If things go too fast, too deep, you tell me.” It sounded like they were planning something else, other than an education. His hand started to move from her, then hesitated when she asked for a kiss. He couldn’t hold a laugh down. “You flatterer. No wonder they love you.” <br><br>Still, he couldn’t resist. His hand moved, to cup the back of her head, and he dipped his head, so his mouth brushed against her lips. His body moved, hand sliding free of hers and curving around her back, pressing her body to his own. Soft and delicate, almost fragile. It was a nice sensation, holding someone who held no threat to him near. His lips slid against hers again, catching her lower lip, suckling upon it and lazing his tongue over the soft velvet of it, the deep nick in the muscle a numb emptiness. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>21-09-2011, 04:37:30</strong>
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				Fiona did not miss the sharp look he gave her at her request nor the silence that came after it. He had his own demons in such things and yet she had never experienced them, never more then dipped her toe into the pool a few times when a client had wanted to be a little more rough. The only last marks she had ever carried on her body had been love bites, little marks in comparison she was sure. But then he was speaking, slowly, assent and she felt relief well in her. He wouldn't harm her in truth, Fiona held no doubt in her heart that he would protect her as much as possible. It was Atticus after all, with his hurting hero's heart. The redhead nodded her assent to his condition about the Master knowing, surely Ryan would only approve, it would mean he could charge higher rates for her. <br><br>Her head canted slightly to the side, turning into the touch on her jaw, her aquamarine eyes catching in the dim light and shinning with her faith in him that perhaps revealed just how much innocence she still carried in her heart. "I will...I promise..." she murmured softly to reassure him certain he wouldn't go too fast, wouldn't break her. <br><br>The comment that fell from his lips about why 'they' loved her hurt a little though; she didn't flatter emptily only spoke the truth as she saw in each person she came in contact with. It wasn't her fault the world was so negative, so dismissive of any admiring of oneself. She provided them with a awareness most otherwise lacked. Was that a lie she spun like Zara had said earlier? Before that thought could take root truly though and worry her he was pulling her to him. <br><br>She went into his arms without reservation for all of his laugh and sighed as the first brush of their lips against one another. Her body responded to his, arms lifting to cling to his broad shoulders as the warmth of him washed over her and the lines of their body's fit against one another. They did fit beautifully well. Perhaps...she would ask for a demonstration just to feel his body against her own. But thought fled then, as his lips caught her lower on and she whimpered softly in delight. Fiona had tried to restrain the emotions from that rainy day as best she could, to be simply his friend aware he needed that more then someone who ached for his touch. It had been selfish to ask for a kiss, for his help but after the day she had it had been needful. <br><br>With her lips she begged him to forgive her, to take anything he desired from her as repayment, her body shifted against his, a subtle invitation as well. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>21-09-2011, 17:50:44</strong>
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				The world and worries faded gently as Fiona offered herself up to him, pliant and trusting so utterly it made his skin burn with the craving to test that faith, to push her into the shadows and pour onto her the twisting serpents of frustration and lust, to show her the venom of their bite, make her see the ‘dark pleasure’ she was so curious about was not something to be dabbled with.<br><br>He pulled back, so abruptly it was almost a flinch. He held her in his arms, pressed to his body still, his eye moving over her upturned face. “Careful, or I’ll mar you,” he said, his voice light, happy to use the excuse of her carefully constructed beauty to stop. Carefully he slid away from her, feeling the ghost of her lips still on his. “Let’s go back in.” He wasn’t running away. He wasn’t. Any further and his excitement would have started to show.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>21-09-2011, 20:54:58</strong>
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				Her gaze was dazed as she looked up at him, confusion and concern both showing in the cast of her features at his sudden withdrawal. Had she done something wrong? His teasing warning earned a nod though she did not quiet believe that was his reason for drawing back. Perhaps he hadn't enjoyed the kiss. Perhaps that one rainy day had been all he would ever want from her. <br><br>Fiona gathered herself in though and offered him a easy smile finding herself working at subterfuge actively for the first time with him; dissembling had never been something she had a great talent at but she was good enough at it to handle the moment she hoped. She took another step back from him, widening the distance between them and giving him his space. Gracefully she dipped a slight curtsy to him, her head inclined downward as well. "Of course. Forgive me if I was in any way too forward." <br><br>The redhead stepped around him to glide back toward the house slowly with her eyes still focused on the familiar ground and the path that led to the door they had left by. She hoped she had not ruined one of the best friendship's she had with her foolishness but...she was glad to have gotten his promise regardless, to have felt his lips. Even if it was only torturing her heart inside with being uncertain of where things stood it was something, better him then Zara. She wasn't physically strong but she was honest, sweet and she surrendered to passion well, those would be her 'weapons' of choice with dealing with the other woman. And she might feel his touch again. <br><br>Such a day of turmoil, it would serve no purpose in the coming evening though and so with a gentle firmness she discarded anything but the thoughts of sunshine and eagerness at the thought of pleasing someone that evening.<br><br>----<br><br>To (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=113923.msg5258947#msg5258947)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Outside.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>21-09-2011, 23:22:48</strong>
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				He watched Fiona retreat back into the House, then turned to look at the shadowed lawn. Had it been selfish of him to stop? He was not certain of his own ability to control himself, so no, not selfish. He had been untouched for so long. He had been sure of himself during his celibacy, confident even the sweet teasing that had passed between himself and Fiona would not break him. Hecould withstand it and pull away when needed.<br><br>But today... today marked the end of that confidence. Sex whispered under his skin, teased through his mind, burned his will as an ember placed on a sheet of paper. Even such an innocent thing as a kiss made him ache with need. He wanted to call her back, take her deeper into the dark gardens, lay her on his coat and feast on her body with the insatiable hunger of the starved.<br><br>If they had not been friends, he would have done just that. He would use her to sate his hunger without guilt. But to make use of a friend in such a way? Like one of her clients? <br><br>He could do it, still. And that knowledge let him hold his tongue. He strode in the opposite direction, making for the kitchen doors, frustration making his body tense.&nbsp; <br><br><hr><br>(To (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98126.msg5241409#msg5241409))
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