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Post by Seamus Lynch on Sept 5, 2011 0:11:11 GMT -5
Seamus was confused by how Isabel reached into his robe pocket for the charcoal pill he had put away to move Arcarus. He shuddered as she slide her hand along his waist and thigh into the pocket. The slight hue of heat to his cheeks increased by tenfold when she lent over sticking he head against his stomach and crotch to proceed to kiss their master. He squeaked loudly and response squeezed the soft mane of his master in his panic.
Seamus fumed. "Isabel! He's sick!!" He glowered at her. "Stop acting inappropriately to him when he's not well. The last thing he needs is that kind of stuff!" He stroked the hair softly using the sleeve of his silk bathrobe to wipe any sweat and saliva from the mans face. " If you want to be useful go to the shop and buy a hot water bottle."
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Post by Arcarus king on Sept 5, 2011 16:12:43 GMT -5
All this hurt King's head and he was suddenly very unsure of what was happening. He had been laying down when he was kissed and had most defiantly not opened his mouth, because the charcoal was still laying on his unopened lips. There was a terrifying growl that escaped the man and using a shaking hand to throw it from his mouth and out the room with some force, the action Isabel had done had obviously upset him rather a lot. He made a small slighty noise as he lay back down on Seamus' lap and let the words start to sooth him before he spoke. "Isabel..." He began, a slight hint of warning in his voice, almost worrying. "Get me a cup of Jasmin tea..."
He turned onto his stomach, and although it hurt, it was a lot more comforting once his weight was on it. His face was on his side still on Seamus' lap and his eyes closed, trying to make himself calm down before he got himself into a mood. There was a moment of pause, where it seemed as if King had stopped breathing but he it was soon broken when he put a hand on Seamus' lap, his nails stroking it gently like a cat while happy, King didn't even know why he was doing this, but it made him feel slightly better. |
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Post by Seamus Lynch on Sept 5, 2011 16:25:05 GMT -5
A soft blush heated his cheeks as Arcarus pawed slightly at his lap. Like a cat and he couldn't help but find it kinder cute. His fingers ran through the brown and gold locks he wondered briefly back to his earlier taughts. For a second he taught he ask his master about it but then he sighed and shook his head clear of the taughts.
He let his fingers drift slightly from the hair to his master's temple and ghosted down the side of his face. "I'm sorry master..." He whispered softly. "It wasn't my place to shout..." Timidness creeping into him wondering if Arcarus would be angry for his rash action.
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Post by isabel on Sept 5, 2011 18:06:56 GMT -5
She started to sink her head as she nodded quietly. Her body turning around as she placed her hands behind her back. She was not needed there , she was just going to find a nice quiet spot and she could not get in trouble anymore. "Yes master king" she finally breathed. Her body walking into the kitchen as she started to prepare his Jazmin tea and then walked out with it in hand. Walking back towards the room. She set it down and bowed. Her body shifting around as she started to walk towards the door. She was silent all the way, and her eyes did not look behind. She was not going to look even if her life depended on it. She could not, she was to ashamed. Besides that she could feel it from her toes in her stomach the sudden question of what would he do to her.
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Post by Arcarus king on Sept 5, 2011 18:30:07 GMT -5
King made a slight huffing sound, obviously no longer in the mood to talk as he tried to relax further into the settee and Seamus lap. His nose sniffed inventory as he smelt the tea that had been brought to him, he wanted to drink it but he just couldn't be bothered to pick himself up. The smell started to intoxicate him and his yellow eyes opened slowly, letting one of his hands paw at the cup that seemed to far away. With these same eyes he watched Isabel walk away, he felt a little bad but he wasn't going to admit it, he was a rather proud man. He then looked up at Seamus and the comment he made about shouting, it had confused him.
"Seamus~" He whispered, his voice very calm and as smooth as silk, "Shouting was created for showing your feelings..." King sighed and picked himself into a sitting position and raised the cup to his mouth; even though the tea was still piping hot King managed to take a sip with not even a wince. The liquid washed over his throat and he smiled, it was such a wonderful smell and it seemed to calm him.
Before long the hot tea had already gone and King made sure he was going to sleep well even if his stomach had turned on him. With a very quick movement he had moved both himself and Seamus. King was laying down, completely stretched on the settee with his stomach in the air and he had pulled Seamus half on top of him, hugging him loosely. He hadn't thought of the consequences but at least he was comfortable, and slowly drifting off to sleep. |
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Post by Seamus Lynch on Sept 5, 2011 20:33:54 GMT -5
Seamus would of been perfectly fine with sleeping sat upright while his master used his lap as a pillow. Blushing at how cliche it would be for him to sleep brushing the hair of the falled prince like in most of the fairy tails Artemis would tell him. Maybe he would of recieted some back to Arcarus when the man he was expected to return to his position after his tea tugged his waist and pulled him down too.
A small surprised gasp passed his lips as he found himself half on him. Blushing softly he looked down into the lions eyes and pouted slightly. "Don't think your quiet forgiven...." He said softly reffering to being used as a puzzle book by a hypoactive Remi and Arcarus. That pen had been so hard to scrub off. He blushed more feeling slightly hypercritical, he had told Isabel off for being shameless with their master but how much better was he.... curled up in his embrace so imtimently like a lover. "Should I return to my bed?" He asked softly about to sit up.
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Post by isabel on Sept 11, 2011 17:42:39 GMT -5
She started to exit the room. Her body halted, and shifted to walk back to the room. She had forgotten her pillow. She sighed and brushed her hair away from her face. Her body walking in front of the door. Her fingers pushed as she saw it open slightly. Walking inside the room , she walked over towards the bed and grabbed one of the pillows.
Her body turning around as she started to head outside. She did not feel like she needed to sleep here tonight. It was just not her place, after what she had done to the master. Then again, was there any need for her to go away. Yes, she had not helped the man who owned her. Walking towards the door once again, she started to exit. Out in the hallway, she searched for a place to set her body down. Finding herself a sofa not far from the room, she sighed and started to sit down. Her eyes fell on small kitty that jumped as she ignored it.
Her hands traced patterns on the seat, she started to listen in on the thoughts of people if they had any. Then again, the world was full of mysteries and she was but one of them. Then again, how long would she last here in this place. Staring at an empty space she sniffled. Covering her face at an empty spot and worried that she had done something bad. While at the same time in a very cruel way feeling angry at herself that she had not done what she was told.
Was she loved at all, anyways she was not a creature who felt the need to be emotional. She was her own woman, and yet at the same time this is the first place she actually felt comfortable. Was it wrong of her to be so needy. Then again, she could be cold as well. What attitude to take. That was the question.
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Post by Arcarus king on Sept 11, 2011 19:34:25 GMT -5
King heard the women come in again and he couldn't help but feel a shot of guilt run inside his stomach. He was still a little angry at her, but he should have said something kind, and he placed a mental note inside his head to be kind tomorrow, to make sure she knew he did care, and she was indeed forgiven, when his stomach had settled and he felt more like himself. With a sad heart he buried his head into Seamus' back, trying to muffle his smell and for some comfort. He heard the boys words and a slight smile crept across his face, however hidden it was and he pulled the boy slightly closer to him.
"Stay..." He whispered softly, making sure the boy in front of him couldn't move too far away from him but hoped he was comfortable. Having someone close enough to hear their heartbeat made King feel a little better, like he was back with his father... There was a thought he hadn't had in a while. King realised he must be ill to be thinking about such a man and it made him shiver a little with worry, closing his eyes tightly and trying to focus on sleeping. |
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Post by Seamus Lynch on Sept 12, 2011 6:24:35 GMT -5
Shay's heart was racing and his cheeks flushed in heat. As his master nuzzled closer and held him tight he gave a soft noise. Trying to settle his flustered self. Then King shivered. His eyes snapped open. "Are you cold?" He asked softly stroking his masters hair humming a soothing tune.
His mind drifted to how his singing had helped his previous master through the painful final moments of his life and allowed him to drift off into a peaceful and painless death. His lips curved to a sad smile as he softly sung a soft lullabye to his master. Hoping the painful cramps would stop allowing him to drift into a peaceful sleep.
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