Running and Racing Tag Reikas

[Reikas Esterion]

Reikas let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding in a great rush. "Jesus...Irina..." he didn't really understand what being a slave had to do about it, unless it had something to do with the fact that she was trying to sympathize with him before...

He ran both his hands down his face, then up and through his hair, searching for a way to set things right. He exhaled again, lowered his arms, and looked at her, despair in hsi eyes now that the percieved emergency was over.

"Alright, let's just sit down on the bed and talk about this, alright? Because I think we need to lay a few things out...Like what you want from me as a slave, what I need from you as my mistress...Let me see your finger, don't put it in your mouth, not after the kinds of things we did last night..." He came closer and reached out his hand for hers. It was shaking from the burst of adrenaline still coursing through his veins. "How bad is the cut?" he asked, trying to calm himself down. His whole body tingled with released energy that no longer had an outlet. He had been terrified that Irina was trying to kill herself, or had thrown herself out a window or something...

[Irina Isabel Shaik]

"Hey I always clean my wounds like that"she said and started to sigh. Her head nodding at his question that they should sit down in the bed and talk about what they wanted. She knew she was confusing. But then again, nothing had been happening for a while. Yet at the same time she felt the need that she was going to say big things to him. But then again could she say them. Shifting her head away, she started to look at the sheets as she held his hand still. There was indeed a few things that they needed to talk about and establish.

Curling her legs, she started to trace the small visible scars on her legs. A pattern of her life, she wondered if he had noticed anything at all. "Ï am not a cutter by the way" she started to say as she felt sweat trickle down in front of her forhead. Was this the way things were.

[Reikas Esterion]

"That's not healthy, you're not a shifter, Irina," Reikas said in response to Irina's first comment. He looked at the cut on her finger with dismay. "Wounds could become infected if you stopped the bleeding with germy saliva..." He knew it was as lost cause, though, and sat down a few feet from her, nearer the other edge of the bed.

"I hope you aren't," he said concerning her cutting remark. "I'm not sure what you were about to do by picking up a shard of glass with your bare hands, but--!" he shook his head and raised a hand. "That's beside the point, I don't want to get side tracked. Let's talk about you, first. Shall we start with you? What you want from me, what you expect of me, what you want me to do...Or would you rather start with me? Because these were sort of the ground rules I really should have laid out with you yesterday, but we were sort of...distracted..."

He lowered his hand and looked up at her. Yes, he'd noticed the scars, and yet, he'd noticed the bruises, but her past was her own and not his to pry into if she didn't want him to know. His own body would be so much worse was he not a demon. The life of a slave was not always a comfortable one.

[Irina Isabel Shaik]

She looked up staring at the man as she sighed. She guessed he was right about that. "It just if you get into a fight.. then you bleed and you have to clean yourself quickly.. Also I should tell you that my bruises are because my adopted father turned me into a slave when I was 17 . He then sent me to an insane Asylum... and after that I came and killed him. I get into fights to control that darker past of me.."she said and sighed. Was she ok to say this, did she think that the man would not mind.But she guessed now that they were talking serious stuff she should say her mind.

" I guess your right about the Saliva.. I should take care of it from now on."

"Also I want you as my companion, my friend, my lover , and someone I care about. I want you in other words to be someone who can care for me. While at the same time.. I care for them. "she said and felt her throat close. Well that was easier said than done.Why had she not said it before. Why did she complicate things even more . Then again, was it best to just get stuff out. Then they would understand one another even more. Things would move simpler, and she and him could be happy. Now she was curious to know the things that he wanted out of her too.

"So tell me.. What do you want from me.. No I never cut. I hate it.. It was an accident.. Though I do have a bit of strength...Since I fight from time to time"she said and started to rub her neck. She would have to explain a little bit more once she got some info from him on what he wanted.

[Reikas Esterion]

As she spilled a brief summary of her troubled past, Reikas listened with a slight impatience. He was worried that she was getting off-topic again, by talking about things that didn't directly correlate to what was needed right this instant. As she kept going, though, he began to understand that maybe this was just something she wanted to tell someone, but never got the chance to. He'd steer the topic back on track once she was finished. He wasn't letting this go.

He found soon that he didn't have to, though, when she came right back on topic and told him what she wanted of him. Good, that was good. Things he figured but hadn't had confirmed for him. He opened his mouth to talk when she asked what he wanted from, her, but closed it again promptly when she tagged on the parts about cutting and fights. He was not going to say anything about that, not yet. Now was not the time.

When he was sure she had finished, he spoke again.

"All I want and need from you are clear instructions, Irina," he began. "I need you either to not play coy with me. that's the biggest thing I need from you. I'm pleased that you want to treat me like a person, like an equal, but I'd like you to understand that I'm not your normal slave. I've been at this game for a long, long time, Irina, and though I used to be like you when I was first enslaved, I'm pretty special in that I don't mind it anymore. I like serving people. I like making people happy. It literally keeps me alive. I don't like having freedom and equal status. I'll be what you want me to be, I'll be your lover and I'll care for you on a personal level if you want that, but that's not my preference because it takes times. So I need you to understand that if you're seeking to connect with me or do me a favor my pretending I'm liberated, it's probably not going to happen. I'm old. I look old, but I'm even older than that. I'm not someone that a lot of people can really connect with easily."

He paused a beat, and considered how best to phrase this next part.

"I...I'm used to a world of superficiality, Irina. People buy me to fulfill whatever sick fantasies they have, because they know my life depends on how happy they are. I don't think you understand that quite yet; I can't afford to go through the drama and struggles of the beginnings of a relationship. I can't afford these kinds of fights, I can't afford the time to pussyfoot around trying to figure out what makes you happy. I need to know these things straight up, I need you to clearly answer my questions. Things like last night, I asked you direct questions on what you wanted and you answered almost none of them. I understand that appeal and the allure of guessing and discovery, but I can't do that with out entire relationship. I can't guess, and, oh! Another thing." he held up his right index finger on a gesture of importance. "I'd really rather you didn't leave so many things up to me. I understand that it's a sweet gesture of freedom, but what if I liked, say, waffles with blueberries for breakfast, and you loathed blueberries, for whatever reason? I wouldn't know, I'd make the blueberries, and your whole day would start out wrong, and I wouldn't be fed that day, because of your ambiguity. So your kindness in giving me freedom has quite a high chance of backfiring and starving me. Do you see what I mean?"

He wasn't quite finished, but he was talking a lot, and he paused her to make sure she was following. He'd get into his specifics later. This sort of informational session was usually done in question and answer form, with the master wanting to know everything about the slave, but Reikas had explained himself like this a few times before.

[Irina Isabel Shaik]

She shifted her body around, a sigh escaped her as she smiled when he said that he was used to a world of superficiality. There was never that around her, but then again, she understood the meaning well of what he meant and what he now wanted. He wanted to do everything for her, he wanted to satisfy her. He needed her happiness and she needed to be a little bit straight forward in what she wanted and what she could make him do. That she could do, yet at the same time. She never thought like this. Everything was new and at the same time strange. But then again, she could get used to this new way of looking at things. Yes now she understood the meaning of things.

She did not know what to say though. She guessed she never thought that a person would need this much attention and care. If he only needed her to be happy, to keep him safe and secure. Then they should have talked about this. But then again , she knew that maybe she was being to emotional. Diverting the real purpose of the conversation. She now knew more about him, so that is what a happiness demon is. She never would have thought that things needed so much precision and at the same time strength. Yes she would now be as well understanding as well as patient in what he wanted and what would make him happy.

Running her hand through her hair, she sighed and started to wonder what was she thinking before. What was she doing, “ I understand.. I shall be more straight forward in what I want. Ï shall be giving you more clearer instructions of what I want that will make me happy. “she said. She understood the concept now , she understood the underline meaning of what his words meant. But then again, there had to be other things that he would want. Guess her idea of changing a slave into a free man did not work out so well. Ah well, as the saying went, you could never change the shape of something borrowed. Then again at the same time, she was curious as to what would happen now.

Rubbing her fingers on her shirt, she started to sigh as she knew this conversation was not yet over. But then again , what would he say next. “Alright.. Anything else you need to say” she asked as she felt cheered up. Happy a change had been placed and their words were now said and she could say her things and she would say them. Closing her eyes briefly, she waited for his response as she nipped her lips and wondered what would she do today. Maybe get out, have a little fun. God her mind was getting distracted very easily. Though she was also human, and these words that Reikas had said gave her a new understanding of things to come as well.

[Reikas Esterion]

Reikas took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. He hoped this was sinking in. He really did. It would probably take a while to really effect change, but hopefully this conversation right now would get him through the interim without losing too much more body mass. Not starving was always nice.

"I might as well tell you a bit about me, too, while we're at it, so maybe you can understand why I need these things this certain way," he began. "I'm a demon, as you know. I feed on emotions, but I'm lucky enough to do so without draining people in the process, so I'm non-vampiric. I only feed on certain emotions, though. Positive emotions. Happiness is first and foremost, but satisfaction, delight, joy, these are all forms of happiness I can convert into energy." He paused, and took a breath. Explaining this to Irina was a nice recap for himself, too. "I am not, however, a lust demon, like many demons in corpus Christi. Lust is not an emotion that I can feed on. Neither is excitement. Those are want-based emotions, so while they're pleasant, they don't technically feed me." He didn't want to say it, but he hoped she'd understand that this meant that things like last night, while very enjoyable, would not sustain actually him. He continued on, though.

"Otherwise, I don't eat anything. I don't consume normal food; I subside entirely on positive emotions. I don't have tastes, I don't have preferences, my only personal concern is staying alive. Beyond that, I adopt the tastes, preferences, and concerns of my owner. So things like clothing choice and what to make you for dinner are more difficult for me, because honestly, I don't care. I want to make the food that will make you happy, I want to wear whatever clothes will make you happy, whatever that is. It could be jeans, it could be a dress tuxedo, or it could be nothing at all. So every time you ask me what I'd like, just remember: I like what keeps me alive."

he must have sounded like a personal care manual at this point. He hoped this approach would work, though. She seemed like a very emotionally-driven sort of woman, so he was being genuinely honest with her. At its core, this wasn't about emotion, what he liked or what made him happy. It was about keeping him alive, and if h took his side of the emotional equation out of it, he hoped she'd be more responsive to that. He'd been damned to starvation too many times before with kindly waifs trying to make his life "comfortable and easy after that mean old Vampire" beat the shit out of him for kicks. If only he could make people understand that he never felt stronger or more powerful than being handed off to the slave market fresh from a life of sadistic torment, because at least those vampires knew exactly what it was that made them happy.

It was really twisted and perverse, he thought to himself. Maybe that was why he had such trouble with the kind ones. Humans really just didn't understand the sick but efficient workings of the underworld...

"So it's really better for you to be selfish, Irina," he said honestly. "the more selfish you are, the more I can please you, and the happier you'll be. That's the sort of clientele I usually cater to. The selfish ones who want things I can provide for them. I guess I'm saying, I want you to be selfish, but very plain about it. Dress me in what you want me to look like, make me cook for you what you want, tell me how you want me to act around your peers, your inferiors, and when we're alone. And if I make a mistake, tell me exactly how I f*cked up so I can correct it next time. I will do and be whatever you want, and I will act whatever way you want me to. Like I said, I'm more than happy to be your boyfriend. But I don't have time to naturally fall in love with you. I'm actually underweight right now, my last mistress died of a sickness that gave her depression, and I've been losing weight for a while. So I apologize if I seemed eager to play your games yesterday, I was quite hungry and you were full of happiness at your new toy. I'll continue to love you and be your companion, but it's just going to be easier in the long run if you tell me what to do."

He hadn't meant to mention the weight issue. It just kind of came out of its own volition. he didn't want to worry her about his health. It honestly wasn't terribly serious, and he could have lasted a while yet without happiness, but maybe it would work to his benefit...

[Irina Isabel Shaik]

She started to stare at Reikas as she placed her index finger on her lips and nodded. She put on a serious face. So she could be all she wanted with this man, get whatever she wanted, order him around. “Alright … I want to wash your hair now.. I like washing hair.. “she said as she stood up and laughed. She could get used to this, she could get used to being a little vain a little selfish and maybe even more. Then again, was she now saying what she really felt. She was not hungry, but rather she wanted to get started in washing his hair. That was a thing she liked to do for some time now. Then again, she understood perfectly now .

She wanted to keep him healthy. So her every desire he would get to fulfill and make her happy. She knew that he was quite thin. So she would have to give him some nourishment. “Also I don’t like your clothes… I want you to look more fresh” she said and started to wonder that maybe she should take him out for a driven and then buy some clothes. She really could not fess up. But then what made her happy gave him food then she would do it. She did not want him to starve on her.

[Reikas Esterion]

Reikas watched Irina stand, and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Finally, he smiled. He rose after her, praying to god that she really did understand. At least now he couldn't be held accountable for disagreements.

"This sounds appealing to me," he told her, still smiling. He wouldn't mind a bath, and he certainly wouldn't mind new clothes. It would also clean her finger while she was washing his hair, which he did worry about. Humans were rather frail creatures, as far as he was concerned.

He gestured toward the door genially with one hand. "After you, my dear."

[Irina Isabel Shaik]

When he smiled, she smiled back as she found herself to be walking towards the bathroom. Her hands opening the double doors as she felt herself chuckle. Her hands going to the bath as she started to open the hot water. Her hands putting the plug on the bath as she started to see the water fill. Her hands sliding a eucalyptus bomb that she used to scent the bath and took a chair behind the head of the bath and sat down. Her hands brushing her hair away as she tied the two pony tails to form a bun. She remembered she always dreamed about bathing someones hair. Now she was going to do it.

Oh the joys of simple action and telling. She could already feel the quite happiness that was filling her every fiber in her body. Then she would make him breakfast which is what she liked as well. Well then again what was the point, he should make her breakfast not the way around. Anyways, time to concentrate on the bath at hand. Then again, where was her subject to be tested by her fingers. She always sensed that she had very good fingers for hair massages. Then again, she would be the judge of that too when the time came.

[Reikas Esterion]

"Scented and everything," Reikas commented, pulling his shirt over his head as he watched Irina prepare the bath. He stripped down the rest of the way as the bath filled, then crouched down and dipped his fingers in it to wait and feel the temperature. Lovely. When it was full enough, he stepped in gingerly, and sat down with his back to her, letting the hot water surround and relax him.

"Alright, my Mistress, tell me what you'd like," he said, looking at her over his shoulder with a smile.

[Irina Isabel Shaik]

She found herself sitting down as the man sat down on the tub. She had been standing and sitting not deciding that it was best to get started with a few things. Then move onto others. Seeing him strip away his garment then into the bath she smiled. She started to see him sit down in front of her. Well he was actually in front she was behind. Her fingers digging into his hair as she used a bit of her nails to scratch it to get the soap inside. Yet she was not applying any sort of shampoo yet. It felt nice on her fingers. Her hands grabbing the shampoo as she started to massage his hair with the shampoo to form soap. Her hands forming little curls as she laughed and started to sigh in deep pleasure. She liked to care for the people that she liked. Especially him , now the she was doing that. If he guessed correctly she was already happy.

[Reikas Esterion]

Reikas smiled, and lowered himself deeper into the bath with a warm sigh of contentment. He closed his eyes, letting himself enjoy the head massage and the nice "meal" of Irina's joy.

"Do you do this with all of your servants?" he asked her. For that point, he wondered how many other servants or slaves she had. Was he her first? Did she have some kind of shelter for "liberated" slaved in some mansion across town? Or did she live alone, in a quiet little house in the suburbs? There was blood on her hands, something that hadn't really hit him yet, and she'd mentioned something about a wealthy family, had't she? He'd been more preoccupied with preventing future property damage than her history at that point. He'd ask soon. For all they'd divulged to one another, he knew very little about her.

[Irina Isabel Shaik]

She started to massage a little more deeply using her thumbs and running around his neck. She massaged gently his scalp as she kissed his cheek. " I just have you at the moment.. your my first" she said and started to clean off his neck as she ran down her thumbs to massage his shoulders as she never really thought much about having another slave. Yet she welcomed one if the opportunity arose. But then again, she had also not answered his question if she did this to all her slaves. " I hope I can , but if not then I just want to do it to you.. " she said and started to laugh. Her hands moving away as she scooped up some water and poured it down his hair. Her hands going at it again as she created foam.

Her fingers curling his hair again as she was enjoying this immensely. After the brief washing and rinsing of his hair she would follow with the conditioner. Then she could scrub , that was also another one of her wishes. " Can I scrub you after I finish with your hair. Just your neck and back, Actually that is an order" she said almost laughing.

[Reikas Esterion]

Reikas snorted in laughter. As if he'd say no anyway. She was his first and only slave, though. What an honor. More things that made her treatment of him make sense. This massage bath was most excellent, though.

"Of course," he told her, leaning forward obligingly without opening his eyes.. He was already more muscular now, the difference being slight but noticeable. He felt much better this morning, to be honest. He wasn't sore or stiff at all, just healthy, for the first morning in a long time. Excellent.

"So what do you do, Mistress?" he asked, for conversation purposes. "Slave are for the rich, I remember you mentioning something about your father and a rather bloody falling out with him..."