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Je T'Adore

Je T'Adore

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A lonely demon has taken to stealing humans for company. They don't seem to like it much though. (Full!)

1,370 readers have visited Je T'Adore since pieluver created it.

slcam, and Skwidge are listed as curators, giving them final say over any conflict & the ability to clean up mistakes.

Introduction

I Adore You

ImageOnce upon a time, there was a daemon that loved humans. Not one particular human, but the human race in general. He yearned to talk to these humans, to see them up close, to experience human life. And he was granted his wish. The other demons in his realm found his behavior disgusting and weak, so they kicked him out, and now he is cursed to roam the earth in a mortal shell forever.

For a very long time, life was lonely for the demon. Humans were afraid of him, because he was too tall, he was strange looking, he didn’t die, and he acted oddly. So he spent a lot of time on his own, despite his wishes to mingle with the humans he’d so adored from afar.

The demon was especially entranced with the strange human ailment that is death. That illness that plagued every human was foreign to an immortal being, but Sabine knew that his blood could heal any human trouble, including the disease called ‘old age’. All the same, he felt reluctant to use his power, because he couldn’t just use it at any time. It had to be the perfect time.

And then one day, he simply couldn’t help himself any more. He came across a bruised, unconscious human, and he saw his chance to both help someone and finally have a companion that wouldn’t die. Of course, there were side effects to his blood that he’d not forseen.

Those who partake of the blood of a demon experience several things. The first being immortality. They require little more than a taste of blood once every other week and they will continue to live until their blood supply runs out. While they still can eat human food, they do not require it. If they don’t have demon blood from their sire for two weeks since their last feeding, however, they will starve to death. Their lust for the blood, however, usually prompts the unlucky humans to feed long before their mortality is at stake.

So Sabine began to collect humans, after the first he became addicted to the company, he loved having the humans around to talk to and just be near in general. Partially because they couldn’t escape. Well…mostly because they couldn’t escape. Despite his enjoyment of humans, many aspects of human life are lost on him. There are many emotions he does not understand, many complexities he hasn’t mastered. And he is completely oblivious when it comes to human sexuality. He’s just a greedy, lonely little demon.



Character List




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Syx Gryffen Pires~~kelsiikhaos
(Male) mid to late 1400s
The demon found the human unconscious in the streets and, seized by a covetous greed, he stole the human away and used his blood to heal him. The other…effects of the blood were a bit of a surprise, but Sabine was quite pleased with the outcome.


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Thea Basset~~bleepbloopp
(Female) Twenty years since the last capture—late 1400s
Sabine had taken to wandering around the town he lived near, though he quite intimidated the humans there. On one such trip he noticed a girl with sadness in her eyes. He talked to her, listened to her, enraptured by her, and, again struck by greed, persuaded her to let him buy her something to drink, then slipped his blood into it and made her his.


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Natalia Cathrine Estbury~~slcam
(Female) Seventy years since the last capture—early 1500s
After some time, Sabine had to move away from his previous home because the humans were becoming uneasy with him. So he moved to a new town, where he met another girl. He felt satisfied with his two pets, so he just talked to her, but he loved the way she spoke and just everything about her. It wasn’t too long before the humans at that town wanted to chase him out, and he couldn’t bear to leave her behind, so he invited her to see the world with him and his companions. He slipped her his blood while she was sleeping.


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Lonan Auraxtin~~Skwidge
(Male) Fifty years since the last capture—late 1500s
Sabine settled down on the outskirts of a larger town. He lived peacefully with his pets for a long time, but after a while the noble of the land found him disconcerting and sent a missive telling him to leave or he’d be killed. In his rage, Sabine took the message carrier with him. But that wasn’t all.


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Kira Grey~~AmeliaIsGhostly
(Female) At the same time as the last capture –late 1500s
In the town itself, there was a girl he’d been coveting for a while with eyes of two different colours, a rare gem. As he fled the town, the message boy he’d just stolen in tow, he grabbed her too.


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Lionel de Cambrey~~Cienpher
(Male) One hundred years after the last capture—late 1600s
In his new place of residence, the people soon took to Sabine. He rose in popularity for his curious antics. Then wraith discovered he fancied this young man at a masquerade party he’d attended to people watch at. Sabine lured him away from the main part of the party and kidnapped him.


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Hope Creighton~~Alasund De'astio
(Female) One hundred and twenty years from the last capture—early 1800s
Sabine had been quite content with his group, and had grown secure in his place of residence. He kept mainly to himself, so the humans didn’t really seem to realize that he hadn’t aged at all. He had no intention of collecting any more pets, but when the girl came to him, seeking refuge, he couldn’t deny her. He had no inclination to change her initially, but when she discovered his secret, he had little choice but to keep her.


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Aedan Huntington~~FaddedFox
(Male)—ten years from the last capture—mid 1800s
Shortly after he collected the previous pet, Sabine moved again, to a new town, more removed from the city life that was quickly rising up around them. As they were traveling, he spotted the young man beaten on the side of the road and the daemon, reminded of his first pet, stopped to pick him up and instate him in his home.




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ImageCurrently, Sabine lives in a country mansion in the Victorian era. It is a day’s walk to the nearest town. The grounds are pretty and sprawling, Sabine does so love flowers, and he is so terribly indulgent of his pet’s desires, that he possesses almost anything they could want for, including items small and large, clothing, and pets of their own, if they so desire.

Sabine, for all his adoration for his pets, is still a demon. And he struggles with severe fits of rage, typically aimed at his pets, on occasion. At first, the fits were not much, but the longer Sabine spends with the humans, the more he loses himself to the anger, which can be triggered by even the lightest thing, turning him from the indulgent and earnest creature he tends to be into a violent, relentlessly rage-filled creature. He always feels bad about his fits later, especially if he hurts one of his pets, but he can’t help them.

Still, the anger exists. And not all of his pets are happy with their situation. But it is no easy task to overcome the blood lust now intrinsic to their beings. If they even want to face the starvation that lays on the other side. And Sabine is usually so kind, so willing to do anything for his pets except let them go.

So the mood in the house is precarious at best. The group is fairly domestic, but jealousy and anger simmer right below the surface. Sabine is oblivious to his favoritism, but some of the pets feel it acutely. But what will happen when things inevitably break?






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Rule time!

So, the golden five:

1. No Godmodding/Marysuing/Timeskipping/ect
2. No Fighting OOC
3. Guts/Gore/Romance are fine, but stay within RPG's rules, please
4. Don't leave without notice. Or I'll have to break rule three :P
5. Have fun~

And on top of that, there is no official word count for this RP, but I tend to write 600-1k words, so if you aren't comfortable averaging around that, then this might not be the roleplay for you.

Slcam and Skwidge are my Cos, listen to them when I'm not around.

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Character Portrait: Sabine Cayne Character Portrait: Kira Grey Character Portrait: Lonan Auraxtin Character Portrait: Syx Gryffen Pires Character Portrait: Lionel de Cambrey Character Portrait: Natalia Catherine Estbury Character Portrait: Aedan Huntington Character Portrait: Thea Basset Character Portrait: Hope Creighton
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Sabine Cayne


Everything has been so quiet recently. Sabine went through those periods occasionally, where he became quiet and perhaps a bit brooding, spending expanses of time staring vacantly into the middle distance as if reliving memories. There wasn’t much that could bring him from these reveries, though they didn’t stop him from seeking out his pets to keep company with. It was a good time to ask him for items and then sneak away quickly, but also good for a long hair brushing session or for some reading, because when Sabine hit these moody patches his activity would slow down supremely and he could spend several days without leaving a room, whether his or another of his choosing, unless someone moved him somewhere else. On the brighter side, it was most assured during these periods that the mellowed demon would not have a fit of anger, he hardly seemed aware enough of his surroundings to grow mad at anyone.

That meant that the humans had had nearly a week to do as they pleased, for the most part, as long as they didn’t draw too close to Sabine and get caught in his arms for a few hours. But in the evening of one warm, lazy spring day, the demon’s eyes came back into focus as he sat slumped over in an armchair in the library, the book he’d been trying to read lying facedown on the floor below his empty hand. He rose slowly, like a man on stilts, and wandered down the halls to his rooms, located at the heart of the winged manor, running his fingers through his mussed golden curls and blinking slowly. It took a minute to place himself back in the century and location he currently existed in.

While he didn’t need to sleep, the humans did, and as the hour grew later, he could feel sleep descend on the manor. He could not sleep. Not anymore. At one point in time, sleep had been one more human delight to explore, but recently it seemed that nightmares plagued his dreams more often than not, and it was easier to hide from the problem than to wake up with the chill of fear wrapped around his throat time and time again.

Instead the demon busied himself with cleaning up, staring at the mirror that hung above his washstand as he filled the basin from the jug that stood next to it. While they had running water in a few rooms on the first floor, most notably the kitchen and in a hastily designed bathroom conveniently but noticeably attached to the manor. It was too much of a pain to run plumbing lines through the old house, so they were isolated to one wing of the ground floor. While the lovely roll top was nice, as was the cistern that flushed the toilet, they weren’t more than luxuries for humans that no longer required food or water to survive, and therefore could not perspire, and only needed to bathe if they managed to get themselves incredibly dirty, and only produced waste when they did bother to eat, which was more for some than others. So the running water was mostly used for washing clothes and occasionally the floors.

Nonetheless, there was something about running the damp cloth over himself that Sabine enjoyed. Maybe it was the reminder of how human he looked now. He couldn’t get over how amazing that was. While there were difficulties on the inside that he’d never bothered to fix, he couldn’t verily do so now without risking the pets dying of starvation. He had no clue how long it’d take him to rewire everything, it had taken ages to get the outside of the body to work right, and the only things he’d managed to perfect were the skeletal, muscular and cardiovascular systems. They were all that were really important to him anyway. He didn’t eat nearly enough for his lack of a digestive system to cause him trouble, and he didn’t mind being ill for the sake of his pets when he did eat.

The demon stared at himself for a long few moments in the mirror, studying his sad blue eyes. Wasn’t he acting the fool? How could he be so morose when there was so much here for him? This is what he’d wanted. He had a safe place to live, he had company, what more could he ask for? Persisting in such a manner would be foolish, it’d be akin to giving up. He couldn’t do that. Not when time continued passing, bringing new human opportunities with each new wave of life. Not when there were still humans in the house, they didn’t deserve to be ignored in such a way. He shouldn’t burden them with such things. It was time to lift his chin up and carry on as he needed to. He’d gotten what he wanted, so he should be happy! The demon smiled at himself. This was a common ritual. Every time he fell back into brooding, he had to remind himself that this was the life he’d chosen. He’d made this. If he wasn’t proud on it, who would be?

After combing out his hair, he dressed again as the moon reached the peak of the sky, draped a coat over his shoulders like a cape, and wandered outside. If there was another soul in his path, he either didn’t notice them, or they were too skilled at hiding for him to spot them. The night air was lightly chilly, sending a shiver through his form as he strolled through the gardens, looking at the flower buds vainly trying to bloom. The last snow was long behind them, and spring had graced the home with its presence.

Sabine sighed. Even after all these centuries, there were still some human emotions that were entirely foreign to him, and some that he still could not control. His soul didn’t fit quite right into his body, and it seemed to be leaking out more than usual. But the fact that he disliked these fits of rage and moroseness he was wont to only seemed to make them worse. Nonetheless, this sensation of peace was welcome. It was something he’d come to like about the human world. He could feel sad or angry as much as he wanted, but everything always came back to this odd, still feeling in the pit of his being. Calm. It was a good feeling.

The fact that he was vainly struggling with these stupid emotions that so easily overcame him was not something he could share with the humans. Theirs was supposed to be a carefree existence. He didn’t want to burden them with the trouble, even though his anger seemed to be doing the job for him. Sometimes, in the dead of night like this, he wondered if he should just let them go, but he knew it wouldn’t be fair to do so. They would die agonizing deaths by starvation. Or at least, he figured that was what would happen, based on their actions once they started to grow extremely hungry. He’d never let any of them die on purpose, he wasn’t about to kill a human for the sake of an experiment.

They had enough troubles on their own.

He just needed to remind himself that he needed to feel happy with the way things were. Then everything would be just fine. Life would continue on as it always had. As the sun began to stain the horizon with early morning colour over the trees, Sabine sat down on a stone bench, facing an angelic fountain he’d acquired a long, long time ago and never had the heart to get rid of, though now the stone had been worn down so the poor cherub was barely distinguishable. It was a trinket of a time since past, a gift from someone long forgotten.


It was funny. Sabine’s memory was vast, but as the years passed it worsened not because he lost the memories, but because it was too difficult to find them, lost in a maze of similar events and just the passage of human time. The blond demon stared over the statue at the lightening sky for a few moments, letting his eyes slide shut and peace settle over him. Life would continue for the household as it always did. Everything would be fine.

Everything would be just fine.

As the sky blushed shyly, the sun poking its head over the trees, Sabine rose. Things had been too quiet. He needed everyone to be together for a little while. That usually cheered him up a bit. It was an easy way to make sure everyone was doing alright. A nice breakfast would do the trick. Everyone would come together to make food, and then those who desired to eat could, and those who did not could sit for a while, and they could be a happy household for an hour or two. It’d be fun!

They were all probably starting to get on the hungry side anyway, Sabine had gotten in the habit of waiting for them to admit they were hungry before obliging them because, while some of them came willing enough, trying to feed others was like trying to drag a cat out from the attic. So it was easier to just let them come to him, but his morose mood of the last few days had prevented some of them from deigning to approach him. Nonetheless, most of them were too embarrassed about the violent measures they would enact if they let their hunger become too steep and they usually took precautions to eat before it got to that point on their own. While he didn’t particularly mind having his throat bitten out or his wrists scratched up on occasion, it bothered them. It didn’t hurt him, but that didn’t seem to change their opinions of it.

Probably just a strange human thing.

Sabine rose, pulling his coat closer around him so it wouldn’t fall off, and stretched like a cat before turning to flit off into the manor and alert everyone. Those who’d noticed that he’d vacated his spot the night before wouldn’t be surprised to see him bouncing around, but those who hadn’t would certainly be startled by his sudden mood change, especially since he had a habit of bursting into places when he was excited about something.

It was a bit of a pain to find everyone, he’d let them chose their own rooms, which mean that they were quite scattered. He didn’t stay too long after finding any one pet, just enough to tell them to go down to kitchens and start getting things ready for breakfast. Some were still in their rooms—some were still asleep—and others had already risen and were wandering about. Most of the time, meals were not spent together, since there was no real need to eat, but the best way to handle Sabine’s occasional whimsy was to sit at the table for a while until he floated off again, his attentions easily diverted. It was also a good time to ask Sabine for new items, whether pets, clothing, or other trinkets, because he was usually in a good mood when everyone was gathered together.

Those who were more reluctant to join the group by method of their own two legs would be carried down by Sabine, and he’d made good on the threat before. Well, he quite enjoyed it, but those who were carried tended to enjoy it a lot less, especially if they were in no mood to go wherever it was that he wanted to take them. But Sabine was a significant bit stronger than the humans—a fact that he often forgot—and he could easily carry two humans at a time, whether they liked it or not.

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Character Portrait: Sabine Cayne Character Portrait: Kira Grey Character Portrait: Lonan Auraxtin Character Portrait: Syx Gryffen Pires Character Portrait: Lionel de Cambrey Character Portrait: Natalia Catherine Estbury Character Portrait: Aedan Huntington Character Portrait: Thea Basset Character Portrait: Hope Creighton
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Image2 Years. Aedan had been with Sabine for two whole years now. It was almost strange how fast time seem to fly by him in this house. It felt like only just yesterday that he was waking up in Sabine's bed, the demon hovering over him and asking if he felt all right. He could still remember it so vividly. He had awoken expecting to be in the gutter and wrapped in pain's embrace but he had felt no pain. No residual ache from his ordeal. Apparently he had been unconscious for a week before Sabine's blood had finally done the trick and healed him, save for his right eye that remained discolored and sightless though the demon swore up and down that his eye was fine. Sabine had scared the hell out of him at the time but then he remembered the blood. The intoxicating aroma and the bright color staining Sabine's wrist… It was the source of great discomfort for Aedan.

The thought sent a shiver down his spine of how he had lost all human control of himself and latched onto the man's wrist and laved at the slowly healing wound. He had licked and sucked at the man's skin and even found himself curled up in the man's arms; the man he feared was going to hurt him just moments ago. He had truly acted like a starving animal and the memory disgusted him and yet excited him. He remembered the thrill he felt in his core and the desperate need for more than just blood. He had craved being held and still sought that physical comfort from Sabine whenever he was around the man. It made him feel weak and out of control but he couldn't help it. It had been a long while since he had warm safe arms around him or a gentle touch and Sabine seemed to fill that void though Aedan had difficulty wrapping his mind around all of it.

Then there was the issue of all the other… pets. They were all so different and strange. Some of them tried to talk to him but then there was those he really didn’t want to have anything to do with. They were all quite the characters. He never would have thought he’d be thrown into a world where he’d interact with them. They all had lived for so long and seen so much of the changing world. He knew it was now his fate to but he still had a hard time reconciling the fact that he was immortal. He had only lived two years like this so he was still well within his time period and his regular life span. He knew eventually he’d hate the fact that he was stuck at his current age but he’d deal with that hurdle later on. He wondered how much more the world was going to change around them. Though he didn’t converse with many of the other humans, he realized he could learn so much from them if they’d actually take the time to talk about their history.

Aedan still didn’t know his place in this house and worried that Sabine would tire of him and send him out into the cruel unforgiving world again. Though he didn’t much like everyone here, this place was better than being alone again. Besides, from what he could tell, not drinking Sabine’s blood meant certain and excruciating death. He didn’t want to feel that pain. Besides, he could just avoid those he didn’t really want to interact with. The house was big enough that he didn’t have to talk to them or see them.

Aedan sighed to himself as he sat up in bed and looked out the window. Spring was always a nice season, what with the birds and flowers blooming. He did prefer the somber winter though. There was more mystery in it. He smiled softly to himself before he got up and walked to his vanity station and prepared himself for the day, ensuring that his pale blond hair and clothes were in perfect condition. Maybe it did make him vain, but he didn’t want to walk around disheveled. It just wasn’t in him to give up on himself and appearance had always been an important part of his human life. Aedan touched the skin just below his right eye and looked at the discolored color reflected at him in the mirror. One eye was a cornflower blue and the other… as cold and lifeless as the frozen lakes. That was unfortunately the imperfection he had been left with after his rather sad encounter with people he once called friend. Sabine commented that he liked the two different colors he sported but Aedan hated it. It was proof of his sins.

Aedan picked up his eye patch and positioned it securely over his sightless eye before he picked up his papers and his favorite black dip pen. The handle was decorated with a golden scrawling to match the cap that went over the actual dip. He looked at the variety of ink bottles Sabine had helped him acquire. Blue. Definitely blue today. Once he finished gathering up what he needed, he headed to one of his favorite places in the whole manor; a little alcove beside a window that opened up to the garden. It let in the natural light and sometimes he’d leave the window open to smell the aroma of the roses. It was a very calming place though it was stationed in the hallway. It provided him a very comfortable place to do his writing and watch the others that lived in the manor. The garden itself gave him quite the inspiration to.

Aedan sat down in the cushions and set his ink beside him on the little wooden extension in the alcove and tapped the end of his pen against his lip as he debated what he would write about. Hm, maybe he’d write something about that little dark cloud that wandered the halls sometimes. He had managed to catch Lonan wandering about a few times and Aedan couldn’t help the instant curiosity he held around the mysterious and gloomy man. He shored up his fascination up to the writer inside of him. He saw Lonan as a dark mystery and a tortured soul, not that he was the only one in this house that had a horrid past. Yes, he would write about man.

Just as Aedan dipped his pen into the ink and carefully tapped the excess off, he was startled to see Sabine all but floating through the hallway and calling him for breakfast. Breakfast? Only last night Sabine had been a lazy mass of gloom in his chair. Aedan had gone in there to ask Sabine about one of his books and then had been quite literally pulled into cuddling session for hours. He hadn’t minded it at first, but when it had been four hours later and his foot was asleep from the position Sabine had forced him in, Aedan had squirmed and fought in the man’s arms until the man had finally let him go. He thought for sure his leg would never recover. The antsy feeling that shot down his leg afterward had not been fun. Sabine’s random mood swings still unnerved Aedan but he didn’t question it. He liked it when Sabine was this happy and bubbly. It brought new life into the quiet house. Maybe he could ask Sabine for some book bindings and ink. He was running low on his black ink and he really wanted a hard cover binding for his poetry manuscript.

Aedan tapped the edge of his inkwell and wiped his pen clean before he put everything back into his room and entered the kitchen as was requested of him. He really wasn’t that great of a cook so he’d let someone else start the cooking. Instead, he started to set up the table with all of the plates and utensils that they would need. It really did look like a nobleman’s kitchen set up since that was what he was used to and he found he liked the familiar set up. It reminded him of the good times at home. He wondered what news Sabine would share with them today. And if he was quick enough, maybe he could nab one of the seats beside Sabine before Natalia or Syx. He didn’t want to sit next to either of them though so if those spots beside Sabine were taken… he’d probably sit beside Kira. He liked Kira. She was such a cute little thing and he just wanted to hug her all day.

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Sniffing. Whimpering. Panting.

These were the noises that filled the room, stirring the large man from his slumber. His pale eyelids fluttered open slowly to find a large black nose inches from his own. An over sized tail began thumping against the floor once the dog had noticed his master's eyes were now ajar. Another small whimper and a pink tongue lay against the exposed hand that sat on top of the covers. A smile was forged across Syx's features and he peeled the covers away from him. He knew his best mate was hungry and he needed to start the day.

Syx made his way downstairs to the kitchen to fix Fang breakfast. His bowl was placed on a tiny rug and he scooped up the metal tin then set it on the counter. He retrieved a bottle of skimmed milk from the fridge and mixed it with wheat flour and broth before placing it in front of the excited dog. He slid his hand down the dog's spine as he lapped up his food, before proceeding back upstairs.

He began his morning routine by going to the bathroom and washing his face, then head to his room to start his morning workout. He started with one hundred jumping jacks and began to lose himself in the act as he counted and held his breath steady. He began doing squats and lost count after two hundred forty-three. He was thinking about what his day would most likely consist of.

The day before he had sweat hard while slaving in the garden. He'd already planted the flowers around the edges of the manor, but he had yet to begin planting his crops. He had merely tilled part of the land and some of it still needed tilling and then he needed to plant seeds and water as well. Then the hardest part would be done and the fun of checking them consistently for withered leaves or critters would begin. Last year a few rabbits had found their way to his heads of cabbage and he'd thanked them by using them for some of Fang's dinners.

He came back to his mind and realized his legs were aching from doing so many squats. He raised his brows and chuckled to himself before lying down to begin doing sit ups. He was nearing three hundred when Sabine poked his head into his room. The expected grin flashed over the pale man's face and he lit up, as he did every time the demon surprised him. Sabine informed him that he desired for everyone to meet accordingly downstairs for breakfast. Syx's eyes momentarily went to the window of his room to see how high the sun was and he nodded in agreement. It wasn't until Sabine had mentioned breakfast that he felt his stomach moving underneath his skin. He was getting hungry and didn't even realize it. He promised he would be downstairs in a few moments then finished his morning exercises before going to his wardrobe to change.

He dressed himself in a button up long sleeved shirt and a waistcoat with nice pants. Even four hundred years after being blessed with this lifestyle, once in a while Syx was still surprised to be a part of such a change. He had never been subjected to wealth, so he took advantage when acceptable. Which reminded him that he needed to ask Sabine for the next book in a series he was reading. He looked at his reflection for a brief second while running both sets of fingers through his almost always messy hair, then headed back downstairs to begin preparing everyone's meal.

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Natalia Catherine Estbury




As Sabine, master of the manor, sunk into a contemplative state, the house became more peaceful for a time. Even Natalia acted more subdued, and was more likely to avoid the other pets than seek them out. She almost felt as though she needed to hold her breath, so as not to disturb the fragile peace. Sabine hardly noticed anyone when he was like this, but Natalia still often sat quietly in the same room, perusing biographies of explorers or working on embroidering a pillow. Still, she took care not to sit too close unless he was brushing her hair. She knew too well the danger of being trapped in a cuddle session for hours on end. Often the stillness would become suffocating and she would relocate outdoors to wander through the gardens or to visit her mare in the stables. It was a time of waiting, and that seemingly endless waiting made Natalia tense. Those Natalia passed, she ignored entirely, her mood echoing Sabine’s with a pensive unease.

Just the evening before, Natalia had retired to her rooms early, forgoing her usual activity of watching the sunset from her favored sitting room. She sat in her bedroom at her desk, perusing some notes she had made a while before. At the time, she had been studying James Cook as word of his explorations returned to England. Of course, the news was often old and outdated by the time she had gotten hold of it, but she had felt as though she was experiencing it with him. At least that is what she imagined at the time. Now, however, the thought held little interest for her. She was far too restless. Though she tried to make her mind settle so she could sleep, it raced and fretted over nameless worries.

Finally, she became too agitated to remain in her quarters. Natalia set off in search of Sabine, hoping maybe to have him brush her hair. If anything could set her at ease, that would be it. She paced through the halls, checking a few likely places before finding him in his chair. Natalia was surprised to find Aedan clasped tightly in the demon’s arms. ‘Seems like someone got caught.’ Natalia could not help the smirk and scornful laugh that escaped her lips. It caught Sabine’s attention momentarily, but he soon slumped again. Aedan, however, looked acutely uncomfortable. Still, though amused by Aedan’s predicament, Natalia only stayed a moment before leaving the room. After a bit of wandering, she ended up back at her rooms and was able to sleep.

Nattia awoke to a gentle stream of sunlight sneaking through the eastern edge of her window, illuminating the pastel colors of her wallpaper. Her eyes studied the pattern of large, arching foliage of an amherst grey surrounding small clusters of flowers of every shape. Whenever she studied it, there was some new detail to admire, such as a small grouping of pale purple berries she saw grouped around the stem of a forget-me-not. Her eyes wandered over the featureless ceiling until they reached the half canopy that stood guard over the head of her bed. Its heather-colored fabric draped at a central point over her, and was then gathered to either side by paired gold cords. The matching bedclothes that covered her were spotted with embroidery in pale gold and green thread. The main geometric designs had always been there, but throughout the years, Natalia added her own designs, even filling in the spaces of the original embroidery. In fact, several other embroidered pieces inhabited the room: the curtains on either side of the window, a few pillows on the window seat, a throw blanket laid over the back of the desk chair, a couple hangings on the wall. Each lent a little spot of warmth.

After just a few moment’s contemplation of what she might do that day, Natalia arose and sauntered to the wardrobe, pausing on the way to scan the contents of her desk before moving on. Inside the capacious wardrobe were countless gowns of many stylings and eras. After a moment of ruffling through her collection, she chose a pale rose-colored gown with wide ruffles around a neckline that exposed the shoulders, and an empire-waist tied with a translucent red sash. She hung it from the front of the wardrobe and strode to her vanity, which was against the same wall as her bed, to apply her regular makeup.

Once her skin was an even tone and her lips were lightly rouged, she returned to the gown and began the work of dressing. The very thought was still odd to her, as lifetimes ago she had grown up with a servant to assist her in the task. Since coming to the manor, she had been forced to do it mostly on her own. After all, she hardly saw the other female ‘pets’ as anything more than a necessary nuisance. So, she learned to manage on her own, though it was a struggle at first.

She was just fidgeting with the last button when she heard the sound of tromping footsteps coming down the hall. Natalia scurried back over to her vanity and ran a brush through her hair until it satisfied her. She heard her sitting room door open, and a familiar voice called out for her, causing a thrill of excitement to run through her being. There was only one person that would seek her out at this time of morning. Or at any time for that matter, under normal circumstances. It had to be Sabine, and that meant that he was out of his slump. She felt a sudden new energy and purpose to her step. Natalia chuckled at herself, she was as cheery as a girl.

Only a minute later, she opened her bedroom door, immediately seeing the one she expected. Sabine was gathering the household for breakfast, and Natalia gave a small, "Hmph" at the request. Sabine seemed hardly to notice before he was whirling off to find the next person. “And if I would rather just dine with you?” she called to his retreating form, receiving no response.

Breakfast was nice and all, but the tension could build so fast when the household was gathered all in one room. Even worse, she would be expected to contribute to the preparations if she went down now. She did not even want to think about the attempts at socializing. So, instead of continuing to get ready or heading down, she sat in her armchair with a slight scowl. Inwardly, she felt the buzzing happiness at seeing Sabine once again full of energy. As much as his quiet spells unsettled her, the release always inspired a thrill of joy in the red-haired woman.

Still, she continued her playacting at being sullen, soon picking up a book to peruse as she stubbornly remained in her rooms. She knew Sabine’s will ruled the house, and in the end she would be with the others at breakfast. She also knew Sabine himself would likely come to retrieve her and the thought of even that small time stolen alone together would be worthwhile for her. So, there she sat, skimming through a book that could not truly hold her interest as she stared at it for a myriad of minutes. Suddenly, Sabine once again burst through her door, startling her into slamming the book closed, as if guilty about it. She quickly covered her embarrassment, leisurely setting her book back on the shelf.

"Yes?" she asked innocently, though she knew full well he was back to insist she came to breakfast. He tried to put on a solemn face, but there was far too much cheer beneath for it to convince Natalia.

"Are you coming to breakfast, Starfire?" Though Natalia tried to maintain her own facade of innocence, she could not help the small, mischievous crook of her lips as Sabine called her by her favorite nickname. Still, she quickly resumed a sulky frown, not willing to give up on the game yet.

She demurely folded her hands in her lap, looking out the window with a stubborn air, "Ah, breakfast. What a bother. And if I refuse to come to the amusing charade we call breakfast? What then?" Her eyes turned back to the blond demon, a full pout on her lips. She had to work to keep it from turning to a smirk. As he grew closer, approaching her armchair, her pout faded and her eyes grew wide once more with pretended innocence.

"What then?" He asked, his voice melodious "Why then, I'll have to sweep you up and carry you there myself! How could we possibly expect to have breakfast without your illustrious presence, my darling?" At his question, she scoffed, making a shooing motion at him and turning her face. Inwardly, however, she was warmly pleased. She felt his hand on her chair, and turned in surprise. This time she could not contain the smirk as Sabine leaned nearer. "Whatever would you do then?" he teased.

"What would I do, you ask? Well, I would stay right here and enjoy my solitude, of course. Who needs all that noisy rabble of a crowd you keep around?" She turned once more, this time positioning her back to him as she sat near the edge of the chair and folded her arms across her chest. Her hair was only inches from his face, attempting to tickle it.

"Oh, you wound me, princess," he told her as she turned. Sabine laid a strand of her hair over her shoulder and she glanced back at him from the corner of her eye. He turned to leave, bemoaning her refusal, as he sighed,"I suppose I'll just have to leave then, and parley with my rabble all alone."

She replied with a slight tinge of victory in her tone, "I suppose you shall." She examined the nails of one hand, oblivious to Sabine's sudden turn.

"Or I could steal you away right now. You can brave the rabble for me, can't you?" She was surprised by the sudden lifting, letting out a shrill shriek that quickly dissolved into a giggle. She clasped her arm around his neck as though frightened of falling, though she was rather secure in the knowledge that Sabine would never drop her.

She gave a sigh of exasperation once more as he proposed facing the rabble for him. "Well, your argument does hold a certain persuasion, I suppose. I don't seem to have much choice, now do I?" She could not help the slight giggle that once again bubbled from her lips when Sabine began moving. There was always something rather pleasurable about being carried. Sabine’s close smile warmed her as nothing else could, and she felt a slight flush rise to her pale cheeks, only partially concealed by the powder.

"You know I couldn't bear to be away from my beautiful girl for too long."

He spun her around and she laughed once more, nestling closer to avoid getting too giddy. “Stop, stop,” she said, breathless from her giggles. “You silly creature! You will make me dizzy.” He began to hum and tromped out of the door. He hesitated a moment, and Nattia peered inquiringly into his face.

"Ah, we have one more stop to make," he murmured, as if to himself. "Lonan didn't come down either. I hope you don't mind, Lovely."

A small, stricken ”Oh,” emerged from her lips, and the corners curved into a dismayed frown. She turned her face from Sabine and looked sullenly down the hall. A familiar, deep-seated resentment flared in her chest. Of course it would be Lonan who would refuse to go to breakfast. He was always trying to hide in the shadows, as though his pathetic attempts to conceal himself meant a thing when Sabine wanted him. Natalia’s annoyance only built as Sabine sought after the boy, and she ignored any further attempts at banter. She resentfully resolved to do nothing but sit in Sabine’s arms, staring ahead as they walked.

When they finally found Lonan, she continued to occupy Sabine’s arms, glaring at the dark-haired boy. It painted a rather comical picture, but Natalia was far from amused.

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The library was large, extremely large. It was technically three rooms. The first, the smallest, had double doors opening up into it from the hall. Straight across from the double doors was another door, leading to the next room. Shelves lined the walls top to bottom beside both these doors. The other two walls were taken up by tall windows. There was a couch, a large armchair, a few tables and lamps, as well as wooden stools to reach the higher shelves. This room housed the newest books, available for borrowing at any time. They were shelved by language, sorted by author, and then sorted by title. Thea was the one who took care of them all – it was easiest to ask her if you wanted a certain book. The second had both fiction and nonfiction reading materials. Anyone who wanted to read something from this room was asked to stay in the library while they did so. These books were put into order by age, especially since the nonfiction section had to be updated constantly. The room was lit by a skylight that illuminated Thea’s desk perfectly. The locked door behind said desk led to the third room, where the oldest books had been carefully placed into glass cabinets.

Thea woke slowly, as usual. It took her a while to realize she wasn’t sleeping anymore to begin with. Then she lifted one eyelid, just for a moment, to judge the amount of light in the room. It was bright. Too bright. Scrunching up her face, Thea decided to keep her eyes closed until she had mentally prepared herself to actually, physically get up. Falling asleep at her desk wasn’t unusual for her. Her body was already complaining at the thought of movement. What if she just stayed like this? That sounded fun. Her feet were already on the ground anyway. That was upright enough in her opinion.

She had to feed the geese, though.

With a sigh, she lifted her head off of her arms and stretched her back. The candle in the lantern she had been using the night before had melted completely and was now a solid piece of wax flat on the bottom. She would have to scrape it off. There was a full cup of tea still on the desk, next to the collection of Grimm’s Fairytales she had been reading. It was the newest edition. Thea liked to see which stories they took out every time they republished. Still drowsy, she nearly dropped the cup as she brought it to her lips. Bitter! She grimaced as she chided herself for not realizing the leaves had been steeping for many hours. The shock of the flavour had caused her to spill a little tea onto her dress. Well, here was her motivation to move around. She rose from her seat and made for the door, vowing to deal with the cup and lantern after she was clean. The girl braided her hair as she went downstairs to her room. She grabbed the first thing she saw when she reached her closet. She regretted doing so once she started dressing herself. Its square neckline was adorned with lace ruffles, and the pale blue cloth of the bodice was bunched up towards the back to reveal the patterned skirt underneath. It made her feel overdressed, though some would consider it rather simple. At least it had short sleeves. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and stopped to admire the way the dress filled out her figure. Thea hadn’t properly looked at herself in a while. She poked her cheek. Had she finally gained some weight?

Sabine, who had come to invite her to breakfast, was pleasantly surprised to catch Thea making faces at herself in the mirror. When she heard him speak, a blush spread across her face almost instantly. She looked down as she turned towards him. With a hand to her chin, he raised her head. She allowed their eyes to meet for only a second. Still a little embarrassed, she waited quietly as he tucked loose hairs away from her face. They left the room together, Sabine venturing further into the mansion while Thea headed towards the kitchen. Judging by the scents wafting from it, Syx had already arrived. She was eager to help while he was the only one cooking. The geese would have to wait. Especially if it involved taste-testing.

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Everything in life, it seemed, could all be summed up as a circle.

Not in the literal geometric shape sense, but just the concept that everything living is connected and never ending; everything recurs and everything is passed down generation to generation, branching off into its own sections. Kira often thought about this theory to life, and it became a similar theme in many of her journal entries over the too many years of her existence. Trees sprout from the ground, grow tall and vast, bearing their fruits and leaves, only to drop their seeds and wither away, sprouting new life in their wake; And if one were to die or get uprooted physically before it could spread their life, well then it still lived on throughout the other trees that were planted from the same seed of the same tree it had once fallen off of. The same could be said with flowers, humans, and animals alike. Humans and animals give birth, but even if their close knit line of genes was to be cut off, they all had to start from one singular point in time. Everyone is connected in some way, branched off by the same singular starting point. She wasn’t sure if she believed in the tale of Adam and Eve her Mother and Fathers church used to boast about— the tale of the first man and woman. But she knew, somewhere deep down, it all had to start with one single thing. Yes, everything evolves and adapts, but it still comes from the same point that must have started everything. However, everything must have an ending point if it begins, correct? Everything must end, flowers wither away, humans and animals die, it’s all a natural and essential part of life. It allows the regeneration, the circle, to continuously keep going and to change, growing bigger and more vast. But, there was something she knew of that was interrupting that cycle, something that seemed so unnatural and caused her to think of ways that this circle could be morphed or broke off, creating something entirely new.

Everything must live its respective and natural life cycle, but so far, Kira had not. While those younger then her — her baby brothers and sisters for example— died, Kira still lived on. It wasn’t by some coincidence either, though by an eerie happening she couldn’t began to even explain. Yes, she was positive in some way she could die, probably by rejecting Sabines blood, the new life force that made her circle completely stop, but that wouldn’t stop the fact that this new thing can happen to others, that it has happened to others and that she is fairly certain it could happen again. This is the only thing she knows that has rendered this circle useless in a sense. She just get’s tongue-tied every time she tries to explain to herself how this unusual phenomenon could fit into her circle.

But Kira still noticed she lived in a type of circular cycle, like everyone else in the house did. While it wasn’t the regeneration of life type, it rather was of habitual nature. She still found things she kept constantly doing, a habit of being that will never escape her. One of these things is what she was doing currently, moving softly in the night of the quiet manor, a hushed trek up the many steps of the house onto the top floor, turning and twisting down hallways until she found the slightly chipped wood door that creaked louder then the floor boards had as she tip-toed across them. Inside was nothing in particularly special or nice. If anything, it was more unpleasant than neutral. Chairs, tables, mirrors and paintings in frames lay long forgotten in this furniture grave yard, draped over with white cotton sheets— now yellowed with age— in order to protect it from any type of damage or dust that settled on everything else bare and left behind. She had found this room fairly early on when they moved into this new house, and Kira was sure others did as well but had brushed it as nothing but a dusty and cotton-draped area that would be the perfect setting for those scary stories children whisper to each other in playful fright. Yet, there was a diamond in the rough to this untouched place that made coming here a habitual practice for her.

The window.

Slipping easily between the small spaces between the furniture, she made her way to the back wall where the only window in the large room was placed. Unlatching the lock, she struggled as she always had to wedge it open as the wood was swollen from some previous damage or growth, causing it to squeeze and shut tightly. Kira, however, manage to open after putting her full force into it, as was always the case. The small girl then climbed onto the table, that she had made sure was sturdy enough to support her weight, placed right under the opening and slipped right through the now opened-window. There wasn’t necessarily a balcony to greet her per-say, but she could call it that if she had no other way to describe it. Really, all she climbed onto was a small awning of the roof that just so happened to sit under this particular window. It was like a balcony, but just one with no rails and one without the flattest and levelled of surfaces. Probably wasn’t as secure as a balcony either, but she hadn’t run into any trouble so far. The most unsafe thing of this climbing act was probably that she was doing it in a dress, as she had nothing else but dresses to wear. Nevertheless, Kira always managed.

On this top floor roof, Kira could look out over the entirety of the back yard, although she always found herself gazing up at the sky instead, currently darkened by the veil of night, laced with stars and looked over by the big and gentle glow of the moon. She generally only came up here at nights when she couldn't sleep. That was often. She found that nightmares only ever greeted her, so she would push sleep off, the fear of what she might see trumping the tiredness the heaviness her odd eyes weighed with.

Her nightmares usually consisted of three categories; the past, the present, and the future.

The nightmares that dealt with her past were always memories, and not necessarily something made up by her dreaming mind. Those dealt with Tobias usually, her abusive ex-fiancé to who she always cowered away from, yet loved at the same time in fear. She also dreamt a lot of the ordeal of her being stolen with Sabine. She was curious as to if Lonan dreamt of that too. She also dreamt of her siblings, and although they appeared like joyous memories, they always left her feeling sad and empty when her eyes opened back into the realities of the morning. The ones that had to do with her present were mixed up with memories and imaginative situations. Those always had to deal with Sabine, more specifically in his more temperamental moments of angered outbursts. Then the future dreams happened, and those were the ones that scared her the most. She felt them almost to be like premonitions of the her actual impending future. Of her never ending circle. She just hoped the tragedies and heartbreaks that appeared there wouldn’t really end up occurring.

So instead of sleep, there Kira sat for a good portion of the late night to early morning, un detected and thinking idle thoughts to herself, coming up with stories and questions within her head to later write down in her journals pages. Only an hour or so later, she decided to go do just that, and she climbed off the roof and back into the secure room, where she quietly left only to stealthily make her way back down to her bedroom on the main floor, trying to stay undetected by those possible awake in the early morning, or those still resting in a lulled sleep.

Shutting her own bedroom door so very gently behind her, she scurried her way over to the single desk and chair positioned in the corner of the room, and pulled out her newest journal from the shelf, sat with her hundreds of others. This was another habitual habit of hers. She always wrote in her journal everyday, ether it be a story, or a question, or just a simple log of the events that had happened on that very day. Grabbing her quill, she dipped it into her jet black ink, and began scrawling on the page an early story and question she had thought so hardly about which fit certainly well in her circular theory of regeneration and new life.


    There once was a young and newly wedded man who’s wife was loving and a proper wonder-wench. This young lad was soon asked to go to battle, so his wife decided to sew him a pair of green tights to wear under his rough and uncomfortable plate armour. After the tights were finished, off he went, going on a journey of grande battles filled with despair and victory, while the wife patiently waited for her beloved to come back, hoping he was safe and sound. Soon enough, the man returned, along with his now partially ripped and in need of repair green tights. So, before he went off on his next crusade, his wife sewed up the green tights, but now with red thread. This same act began recurring over the coming years; man coming back victorious, wife patching up his tights with red thread before he left once more. Soon enough, the previously youthful married couple grew old in age, and by the time the now matured and war-torn man came back from his final battle, the tights were completely red, any remnants of the original green gone.

    Now begs the question, are the pair of tights still the same pair from the beginning, or are they a new and different pair of tights all together?
Kira set her quill down and stared down at the page, contemplating the question herself. She didn’t get too far into her thought process however, as a slight tap on her door set a surprised shiver up her spine. Turning around to face the tall man who seemed finally out of his previous hushed and a little less lively state, Kira stood up from her chair and greeted him with the same and genuinely kind-natured smile that was never washed away throughout these many years of her existence. Her curiosity to him being in her room was short lived and almost immediately answered when he informed her that everyone was going to gather for breakfast together. She nodded and thanked him, informing him she would be right out, and he gave her one of those loving smiles that often hit her at her core, before leaving her door frame probably off to go inform the next person of the plan.

Kira swiped the sides of her light and pastel blue dress with her slender hands, hoping to get off any remnants of dust that could have previously clung to it from the old furniture graveyard, before leaving her room and making her way to the kitchen, hoping the breakfast would go well.

As she arrived, the first person she spotted was her dear friend Aeden. He had only lived in the house for a mere two years, which to all of the previous resident wasn’t exactly the longest time, but she so dearly loved his company that she couldn’t imagine going a day without seeing him now. Giving a slight rub to her heavy with sleep deprivation eyes, she said softly, “good morning,” in greeting with a tiny smile to all those in the room. Walking over to stand beside Syx, the essentially resident cook of the home, she questioned curiously, “what can I do to help with breakfast?” Eager to help.

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The past week had been blissful. With the master of the household lost to his thoughts, the manor could open up and breathe for the first time in what felt like years. Chambers avoided grew accessible. Dim corridors were brighter, more inviting. The air of empty rooms was for once clear, not cloying with traces of a demonic presence. Lionel relished all of it. Every hour without Sabine was a blessing he'd rather spend than count.

Such diligence came easily to him. Although the young lord was a lord no more, earnest habits of his past remained. Early to rise, Lionel's routine followed the sun. In the mornings he sought out readings in the eastern wing, settling with a modest tower of books and periodicals when he could. His latest objective was to pen comparisons of translated French novels to their original, and when that grew tedious, he browsed articles on the latest novelties of British culture. There was a new kind of photography taking the nation by storm, and though it made little sense to Lionel, he read it all the same.

Come noon, he ventured outside, sometimes to observe Thea's geese, sometimes to enjoy the breeze. Under normal circumstances, Lionel oft would ride to town, but never when Sabine was so welcomely listless! Pure autonomy within the manor was rare. He dared not squander the seconds anywhere else. Of course, he still twice visited Freesia in the week, for if he failed to visit the mare once in three days, she was sure to spurn him when he saddled her next. There were only so many apples in England to appease her.

So on and so forth, the lull went well spent. Livelier than ever, Lionel met each task with focus, a long lost glint back in his eyes. There was purpose in his steps, an eagerness to his stride, and perhaps rarest of all, genuine pleasure to his smile. Twice during the quiet days, he even smiled with teeth, though only in the privacy of his favorite room.

It was the room on the highest floor, facing southwest, the one with the view of the lower library and the sun's slow descent behind the tree-line. In the slow hours between afternoon and dusk, the sunlight would run through the windows thickened gold with warmth. It was a room that went unfrequented when the demon was awake. It was also where Lionel, with violin in hand, could finally feel like himself again. So every day of the calm, he played.

The dry wood against his jaw, the strings pressing grooves into his fingertips, the slight friction of rosin on the bow - there was nothing so exhilarating. His touch danced lightly on delicate notes. His strokes held strong on somber ones. With over a century of experience, Lionel's technique was impeccable, and so he could focus simply on devoting himself to the music. Each clean tone was a catharsis. Without fear of drawing Sabine to him with a song, Lionel could be as emotive, as vulnerable as he pleased. He could feel alive.

And now he was dead.

Slivers of sunlight filtered through his bedroom drapes, drawn shut despite the time. It was morning again. He had to get to the library, finish reading those translations. A funny notion when he couldn't even get out of bed. God, still in a nightshirt with the sky so blue - he'd have been a laughingstock in high society. Lionel cursed his sorry state, letting his arm fall across his eyes. He was wasting precious time. Sabine could revive at any moment. He realized with revulsion that he didn't care. He was too focused on the dry burn in his stomach and the crack of his throat.

The bloodlust was excruciating. He had gone too long without feeding. Counting the days before this reprieve, it had been more than a week. Wonderful. If this went on any longer, Lionel would have to take a pin to Sabine himself. In the back of his mind he knew that he should have fed at some point during this lull, but he couldn't tolerate the thought. It was different when the demon was lucid and prowling the halls, inescapable in the long run. Meetings then were inevitable. But to seek Sabine out of his own initiative when the demon was so easily avoided - that might have hurt more than the hunger.

That was a lie. There was little, if anything at all, that could compare to the pain that accompanied the thirst, the slow rise of discomfort to desperation to death. The bloodlust was many things - the slow boil of a poison, the fever of disease - but above all, it was the leash that kept him tethered to this damnable manor.

Lionel grit his teeth. What a sight he must have made now, hair in disarray, lazing about utterly useless. He might as well actually be a house pet. Clenching his eyes shut, he could see the image of his friends, the disapproval writ in their eyes. They'd have only biting words for him, call him a slugabed. Ralph might laugh, but it'd be one of scorn. And Eliza. He opened his eyes at the thought of her, turned his gaze to the shimmer of slow-floating dust by his window. What Eliza would think of him… he didn't dare imagine her cond—

The door bolted open and Lionel flinched. His heart stuttered a beat in surprise. The human didn't need to look to recognize the looming presence behind him. For a moment he feared that Sabine had come for company. No, it was simply one of the household's mandated gatherings. The demon was gone just as soon as he'd come, and Lionel was left to deal with the surge of conflicting feelings. Disappointment, mourning the end to this respite. He was fine with that. But then there was the sense of comfort he felt from the demon's presence, from the promise of a proper feeding, and he was disgusted with himself. It was a strange concoction of regret and relief — and a bitter pill to swallow.

He hadn't thought himself so weak.

Well, now he was too tired of himself to be tired any longer. "Disgraceful," he muttered to himself, shoving himself upright. In a brisk motion, he stalked to his window and threw open the drapes. He cringed instantly, squinting at the light. Even so, despite how horrible he felt, Lionel found the sun rejuvenating. With the weather so gracious, he might make it through this breakfast yet.

Lionel's morning preparations were curt and well rehearsed. It took him very little time to wash and dress and descend to the kitchens on the first floor. Several of the others were already there, clearly having had far more productive starts to the day - frustrated with himself, he waved the bitter thought away. Enough of that, he was in company now, and in the case of Syx, Thea, and Kira, he was in good company. He owed them his proper attention.

"Good morning," Lionel said, greeting everyone in turn, Aedan included. Folding up his sleeves in a meticulous manner, he approached the kitchen counter, continuing. "My apologies for the tardiness. How far along are we? How might I help?"

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Silence… eerie silence. The walls dripped with it, the floors creaked by it. Existence seemed to slow to a near standstill- a phenomena that occurred for the benefit of those under its roof. It was almost like a blessing forced to be given, something that the universe had to give them to make up for the hell that they were forced to suffer forever.

One would expect that when the head of the household lapsed into this kind of stagnation, Lonan would become livelier and more open, easier-going and more relaxed around the house. But they would be wrong; at least after a fashion. It was true that these things may occur to a small degree in the somber man, but it wasn’t something to be witnessed by the others in the house when this rarity of Sabine’s developed. It may have taken him a day or two to realize that Sabine’s demeanor had changed, as that was just how much Lonan avoided the man, but once the fact was established, Four seemed to disappear from existence entirely.

For when he assured himself that Kira wasn’t in any harm from the hands of their dictator, he lapsed into his own kind of altered state. Lonan would be gone for days, no one having the slightest clue as to where it was he went, or if he had even left and was instead simply hiding too well within the manor. Following the easing of his concerns in regards to Sabine and Kira, Four stole away under the cover of darkness and solitude that first night of confirmation. While the others relished in the freedom they received to roam the house without any worry of the demon, Lonan had elsewhere to be.

When Sabine was consciously aware of himself, Lonan restricted his wanderings to the courtyards of the house at night to get his running and fresh air in, but when the chains were released and the leash around his throat went slack, Four ran with it the first chance he got. It was easy to slip away unnoticed- the other pets were too busy with themselves to really notice anything else and he had the skill tucked away under his belt to begin with.

He would run far and fast, relish the stretching of his muscles and the change of scenery. He would put as much distance between himself, the house, and the town a day’s journey away. It didn’t matter the distance between the latter two, didn’t matter that the house was in the countryside. Lonan was always suffocating under the heaviness of civilization, of smoke and upgrading technology. He hated it all, hated that he knew things would only grow worse as time progressed. And all he had was time.

Four would escape into the nearby forests of the countryside, would conceal himself to a past familiarity to attempt to find solace and self. The outdoors were his peace of mind, where he felt closest, most connected to his past with some semblance of normalcy, where he could attempt to pretend that nothing had changed, forcefully ignoring, almost painfully ignoring the obvious lack of everything he once knew. The sights and the smells… the feeling of a different age in a different place. He would go out hunting, living amidst the leaves and dirt with the rough feeling of a quickly crafted bow conjured from the skills buried within the memory of his hands fitting comfortably within his palms. The long-misplaced familiarity of stretching tendons and muscles when he would pull back on the bowstring, strong shoulders set and eyes intently focused on whatever sort of prey he had honed in on, aiming with decades of past practice.

Four felt little in regards to taking the lives of the creatures in the forest. It was better them that he exerted his anger and frustrations on than the others in the house, than himself for a fleeting moment of time. Well, he felt little except for a melancholy jealousy; they could die, could pass from the earth and move on in their allotted time of existence. They wouldn’t discover the debilitating change that came with the turn of ages, wouldn’t live with the realization that everyone who ever cared about you, everyone you ever loved, had moved on and passed without you. They would never be forced to face the terrifying reality of being utterly alone, being in a place that you did not belong, being crushed beneath the force of constricting eternity and helplessness.

He was doing them a favor, really. They would not have to suffer the future winters and hardships that came with life. It fulfilled Four in any case, so it honestly didn’t matter what the animals may have thought. He did not feel guilt, only relief that was desperately needed to flourish from his cooped up soul.

This was a game of torment and torture, however. Lonan would delay the inevitable, ignore it despite the knowing certainty that it would always happen- that the hunger would inevitably return and break any poorly veiled spell he had tried to weave for himself. That his duty, his curse, beckoned to him like a siren’s song that could never be ignored. It would bring him crashing back down to reality; it would tear him from familiarity, from any possible happiness, back to the damnation he faced daily and suffered eternally. It was reliving every feeling from that very first day, the day he realized that nothing would ever be the same. The fear, the anger, the hopelessness, the dire feeling of all-consuming end- that everything was all over.

It was a sick and twisted game where he would allow himself a possibility of relief only to be denied and harshly reminded by his own hand that it would not be allowed- he was not allowed to be happy, he was not allowed to find relief or solace; he was not allowed to escape into his memories or to lose himself to them. Because the hunger always came back, and with it the chains constricted around him once more, digging into him and dragging him back down into the depths of a living, continuous hell.

It wasn’t so much the pain that forced him to return to Sabine’s side. No, the pain he could easily handle. He dished it out upon himself daily in every degree of the word anyway. Pain was nothing to Four, or at least when it wasn’t at the end of Sabine’s rod. The true monster was the madness that ensued, the primal hunger, the desperation and the loss of human self. This was the reason that he did not simply bare to end his existence. Because he was a danger to everyone in England elsewise. Lonan reacted differently to Sabine’s blood than all the others. When it dwindled from his system not only did he endure a climbing sense of excruciating pain, but he slipped into a sense of bloodlust and rage, unsatisfied with any pool of blood sticky and dripping through his fingers unless it were Sabine’s. While bloodlust was a natural occurrence for the pets later on in their timeframe of lacking the demon’s blood, Lonan’s was violent, unfiltered, and had a tendency to stir sooner than anyone else’s did.

So Four was always aware of the time that passed between his last feeding and the distance he put between Sabine when the demon lulled. He could not bear the thought of harming anyone else, forcing others to suffer under his anger, to suffer the same way he suffered. That was one of the many reasons he did self-harm; on the rare occasion that the anger stirred to an unbearable degree, he would abate it using his own flesh as a canvas of expression and release.

Lonan had probably been absent from the manor for about three to four days when he felt the draw and duty to return from days spent amidst the quietness of the forest, with the gentle rustle of leaves and the smell of life and earth, the warmth of the sun and the coolness of night paired with the choirs of chirping crickets and the distant hoot of an owl wishing to join the serenade, the comfortable roughness of a thick branch beneath him as he slept. The journey had been a quiet one with Lonan rarely speaking and instead listening to his own thoughts and the sounds of the earth. Was there regret to be leaving once again? Of course, but it was mellow, concealed. It was just another fact of his life, one he had come to terms with long ago.

Four returned to the manor the sixth night, dawn of the seventh day in the week of Sabine’s slumber. He snuck past familiar stone fences etched with ivy, roses in bloom, and the local crickets innocently chirping away their final notes of song before the predators began to stir. The sun had not yet peaked over the horizon, but its time was growing near, and Lonan did not want to be caught out in its rays. Eyes consistently focused on each window of the house to ensure that there were no watching eyes, he slipped seamlessly between bushes and trees, low walls and hedges, until he reached one of the back doors.

The house would begin to stir shortly with the earliest of risers, but Lonan had quite the opposite in mind. He need to re-familiarize himself with his room, find that small etched out nook he had made for himself in terms of accepting Sabine’s presence once more. But the haunting memories of the house would greet him as well, would loom over his mind and invade his being the moment he entered. He often had a great trouble sleeping and instead did something with himself at all hours of the day- out of the prying eyes of others, of course. That would not be the case today, however.

Four knew Sabine to a certain extent, what with having been stuck with him for a few centuries, so he usually had a good grasp on the demon’s timer when it came to these times of peace. Undoubtedly he would return to his usual self very shortly; if not today, then certainly tomorrow. But Lonan hoped to be far from him when that occurred, to find some peace and rest for his aching muscles, to hide beneath the sheets of his bed and never come out again. It would never happen, but he could still hope, foolish as it was.

The old wooden door creaked quietly open as Lonan pressed against it with his side, slipping inside and looking around for a moment, allowing his eyes to adjust to the low level of lighting. A hooded cloak of dark brown adorned his frame, hiding his face and appearance just in case he were to run into someone. He would not allow his place of respite to be disclosed to others, and the dirt and sweat that clung to his form would easily tell of a place he had been. He did not want others asking questions, trying to figure him out. It did not matter if one or two of them had somehow overseen him slipping away at one time or another, he always slipped away if anyone were to pursue, was always careful to cover his tracks. He unlaced his boots quickly so that he would not track mud in the halls, further disclosing that he had been up to something.

For a moment he paused, considering that he might have used the walls of the building instead to reach his room, but the thought was dismissed in the next instance when his body ached in a dull beat. No, he would be too tired to do so. Besides, he was fairly confident in his ability to avoid everyone- he did it every day anyway. Four left his muddy boots by the door; he would clean them later, or inevitably someone else would pick them up and do the job for him. He was not worried about them- the mud could easily be placed for that in the gardens outside.

It was quiet in the halls he wandered through on socked feet, the wood was dark from the lack of any lighting, and the pathways rang with a cold from lack of any heating element, whether that be from a hearth or from the sunlight. Four liked the house when it was like this, it was quiet, familiar. He was left alone and the walls reverberated with his thoughts. He wandered past many pointless rooms, empty of any life or touch, simply there to make the house bigger and nothing more. Those were his rooms; they were just like him. Overlooked, ignored, left by the wayside to collect dust and dirt, never seeing the light of day and sort of just there. There for no reason.

On his way to one of the many sets of stairs in the building, Lonan paused by one of the washrooms. He was quick and efficient in washing the grime from his form, the water cold to his warm skin and sending a chill up his spine. It didn’t really matter though, his bed would be warm once he crawled into it. Four removed any traces of having been out in the wilderness for a few days, set the rag back into the basin, and departed once more.

The stairs creaked beneath the weight of his feet; it was strange, that the house seemed to be so much more talkative when all other voices fell silent, when it was just Lonan wandering its expanse. During the day you would never hear the creaks and squeaks, or at least never pay them any mind. It was hard to ignore them, however, when they were the only things making noise. Four ascended onto the second floor, feet falling into a familiar practice of wandering down the halls toward his room. He lived on the second floor of the house in the left-most wing, his room as far from Sabine’s as he felt was satisfactory. No others occupied any of the rooms adjacent, immediately across, or down from his own. There was a space of at least two doors in any direction before any of the rooms had an actual purpose.

If his room weren’t different from all the others for the simple fact that he lived in it, there was also the matter of its doorknob being completely different from any of the other doors in the house. His was wooden instead of brass or silver. That was one thing he had taken into his own hands, switching out the mechanism with one of wood, just another reminder of his past- he was a woodsman, so it was no surprise that the object was made of wood. It was decoratively carved, done by Lonan’s own hand, with leaves and branches. Nothing fancy, but simple and well-done.

As his fingers closed over said object, he mused for a singular moment on how soft and familiar it felt in his hand. The wood was worn from hundreds of uses, sometimes not even to open the door, but instead a light rub of it for luck and remembrance. Four turned the knob, heard the light click from it releasing off of its hatch, and guided the door open. The room itself was dark, and not simply from the fact that it was early morning before the sun had risen. The walls were painted a maroon with light brown effects. It was rather plain, asides from the regal bed that stood slightly askew from the center of the room on the right side, pushed against the far wall, and the large window that rested slightly to the left of the center of the room. Dark curtains hung over the panes, blocking out any light that should dare to disturb the rest of the individual within. There was also a small room off to the left, probably a storage area, but one that Four mainly used for a washbasin and the likes whenever he couldn’t be bothered to use the ones downstairs. It may have been a hassle to bring water up that far, but it didn’t really matter to him.

The room was sparsely furnished, with little more than the bed, a desk and chair, wardrobe, and chest of drawers. Each piece of furniture was rather time-worn and a bit battered, but the bed itself stood out among the rest. It was a large four-poster of dark mahogany wood. Drapes sat tied tightly to the tops of the posts with dark cording, but it didn’t have much in regards to a headboard nor anything in regards to a footboard. It was hard to tell whether it had started off that way or whether Four had made the adjustments. He didn’t like being boxed in, and thus had secured for himself that it wouldn’t be an issue in regards to his bed.

Lonan’s room was also directly above Kira’s, intentionally so. He would be able to slip out of the window and work his way down to her rescue if it were ever required, or even just to visit her at times. He wished that she would have chosen a room that had been around his, but he knew that she had a fear of fires, and thus would never abide on the second floor. So instead he had made the necessary arrangements to bridge the gap between them, to ensure her safety and wellbeing. He never seemed to be too far from her at any one given time, especially since they were confined to the space of the house and its grounds.

Lonan’s facial features softened once he was within the safety of his room and the door had been quietly closed. He let out a small sigh of relief, removing the cloak he had donned once more after he had rubbed himself down with water. He simply tossed it off to the side, intending to pick it up in the morning. After he had shed that first bit of clothing, the rest were quick to follow as he slowly made his way over to the dresser pushed against the left wall. He changed into a lighter set of clothing- sleepwear made up of a light grey long-sleeved tunic and a soft pair of brown trousers. He was not one for nightshirts or sleep gowns or the likes.

After having accomplished the feat of worming out of stale clothes and into fresh ones, Lonan finally made it to his bed, tiredly crawling into the sheets and under the covers. Once his body had stilled, he allowed his muscles to relax and his form to rest. It was then, as he lay there staring up at the ceiling, that the darkness converged on his mind. Every concern and burden he had left at the manor when he departed into the woods came rushing back on him. This was where the struggle lay in trying to sleep. Nightmares and sufferings: yet another fact of life he had simply accepted by now and fought through just like all the rest.

Lonan wasn’t sure how long he had laid there awake, tossing and turning, squirming about under the pressure from inner torment and physical stress. He wasn’t sure how many time he fell asleep only to wake up again, or if he had fallen asleep at all. It was hard to tell, as any nightmares that may have occurred were too easily slurred between the lines of reality and the horrors of actual thoughts. He did recall, however, a moment of waking when he had gotten up and moved around. Or something like that. The details were heavily fuzzy.

Eventually, a general sense of stillness loomed about the room. Silence reigned in the atmosphere- a fact that was certainly not missed by the young man wrapped up in the sheets of his bed. Lonan had some random swath of cloth pulled over his head, covering one eye as the rest of him was curled up in the mess that was now his bed. Four had finally slipped into an unconscious state of dreaming and had finally gotten his weary mind and body to rest. He was completely unaware of the doom that was closing in upon him with gentle, upbeat footfalls.

Said doom had a red-headed serpent on his arm, attempting to try his little blackbird’s door but finding it not locked but wedged shut. It perplexed the demon for only a moment before he leaned against the door, one foot outstretched to set himself up, and pushed on it. A wickedly loud crash ensued, and with it came the singsong voice of Sabine, ”Lonan~!” The demon chirped with positive cheer, ”I told you to come down for breakfast a while ago, what are you still doing in bed?”

How long had it actually been? Two seconds perhaps? Lonan couldn’t tell. There was never any peace for the poor little bird that had nestled so deeply into his bedding, having only fallen back asleep moments ago. His mind had registered the turning of the door handle, yet he still hadn’t seemed to really hear it, or more-so simply ignored it. That skill had been trained so rigorously to perfection over the years, it wasn’t really surprising. However, what Four couldn’t ignore was the massive crash that followed. Not only was there a solid thunk on his door when Sabine pushed against it, but there was also the dresser.

It toppled over from its position in front of the door with the loudest crash imaginable, no doubt disturbing the entire house, falling over onto its face and undoubtedly damaging the aged wood and tarnished silver handles. It had been a very heavy piece of furniture, after all. Damn Sabine and his inhuman strength. It had really been a pointless measure to have attempted to barricade the door, which he was just now realizing was a thing that had happened, and Four really should have known better. But you couldn’t really blame his sleep-addled mind for it. Besides, it helped him sleep easier, or had, in this case.

Lonan had practically jumped out of his skin at the noise, having immediately startled and jolted upright a bit to prop his torso up by his hands, as he had been lying on his side beforehand. His heart was racing, hair ridiculously disheveled by his sleeping habits and eyes wide for a singular moment as he stared over at the chaos that had occurred right on his doorstep. His eyes now were mere slits and a very scornful look adorned his features. If he weren’t immortal now as well, he may have just suffered a heart attack at that. But that wasn’t the worst thing. Sabine had waltzed right in, announcing his presence- as if he needed to speak to do it, and it seemed that he had also brought along something even worse than all that. But Lonan wasn’t concerned with Natalia sitting on top of the overturned dresser at that moment, because Sabine was approaching, dangerously fast.

Sleep still clung to his form- ironically so as he hadn’t actually gotten any sleep- and so he did not have the speed or awareness to react properly in time. Sabine suddenly pounced him, crashing into the poor boy without a single concern for his wellbeing; though, it wasn’t like Lonan cold die at this point anyway. Bearing the full weight of the sadistic, overly-powered demon, Lonan easily went down, collapsing on his arms and getting his face plunged into the fluff of his mattress.

Sabine seemed to be oozing love and affection, completely unaware that he was suffocating his squawking blackbirk, who was currently struggling and flailing under him to try to regain his limbs and get the leverage and strength he needed to push the demon off.

Somehow he managed to hear and understand Sabine speaking of breakfast and how he had already called him down once. That was strange, though…. He hadn’t heard the demon, or he had and he just didn’t remember. Mayhaps that was why he had barricaded his door in the first place. Yeah, that sounded about right- he had gotten up and pushed the dresser to blockade the door some time previously.

That didn’t really matter right now though, as Sabine was perched, cat-like, on top of him. The demon simply stared intently at the boy’s struggles, completely unconcerned. A few moments passed, a very smug look of triumph to his face, before he slid off of him. ”Look at you, you’re such a mess; when’s the last time you had any sleep, love?” Sabine purred, a little hint of worry in his tone that was mostly drowned out by the excitement he held for the prospects of breakfast.

Once Sabine had finally gotten his fat body off of him and rolled over to sit next to him, Lonan had at last managed a breath of air, taking the action in a deep, gasping manner as he lifted his head up from the depths of his mattress. He glared at Sabine, eyes practically smoldering in irritation. Four ignored Sabine’s prior question, yet still deigned to humor him with an answer of sorts, ”None of your business.” His response was short and clipped, little more than a growl than anything else.

”Get out of my room, and take that thing with you.” Four’s harsh gaze travelled from Sabine’s shadowed form to that of the annoying redhead seated on his dresser. He’d have to burn that now, poor thing. Though not poor enough for Lonan to actually care about saving it. He would have to get a new dresser from one of the abandoned rooms, or perhaps he could simply ignore the need for one. That way he wouldn’t be spotted by any of the others and would not be bothered with their desire to help or the need to stare at him since he would be so out in the open and in plain sight.

”Oh, don’t be sour,” The demon spoke lightly, completely ignoring Lonan’s harsh gaze and even harsher words. ”And I told you, we’re all having breakfast, which means you too.” Sabine smiled and stretched out on his mattress rather languidly, quirking an eyebrow at Lonan in an unspoken challenge. ”Of course, if you aren’t feeling well enough to walk, I can carry you~” The monster teased, reaching out with a swift agility unmatched by humanity to scruff Lonan’s already messy hair with one thin hand.

Lonan completely ignored that one, caring little of Sabine’s reasons and excuses. The devil was getting very comfortable in the boy’s personal space, and Lonan didn’t like it one bit. Four simply stared at him with a harsh gaze, not batting an eye as Sabine looked down on him with that quirked eyebrow of his. They seemed to be locked in combat now, neither one standing down. Lonan would not be going to breakfast if he had anything to say about it. Sabine would inevitably outvoice him, thus nulling the point, but he would put up a fight nonetheless.

When Sabine purred out his little tease and had his hand suddenly on his head before he could get a word in edgewise, Four was further demeaned by the demon ruffling up his hair as if he were some child. His harsh golden orbs never left the demon’s own, a poisonous look oozing from them. With a swift hand he had Sabine’s own in his clutches, a harsh grip tightening around the slender palm and crushing it under the duress of his strength. Lonan removed the offending hand from his personal space, dropping it with utter disdain.

”I said, get out.” With a merciless look, Lonan tilted his chin up, suddenly pushing the man off the bed with a foot to the stomach.

However, Sabine only seemed to hum in the back of his throat with amusement in response to the hand crushing and removal, and another little hum with allowing himself to be pushed off the bed. However, he suddenly grabbed Lonan’s ankle at the last second and pulled him off with him. Four had foolishly assumed that he had rid himself of the demon being too close to him, but just like the leech that Sabine was, they still seemed to be attached at the end of it all.

They fell onto the floor, Sabine on his back and Four landing awkwardly on his hands over him, foot in the demon’s grasp and twisted in an awkward direction. A laugh burbled from the demon’s throat, who was completely unfazed by Lonan’s dour mood or by the collision with the floor. His excitement and happiness wasn’t to be dampened by anything, not even Lonan.

”I’ve got you now, little bird.” He spoke as he straightened, now holding Lonan upside-down for a moment, simply looking him over and inspecting him for the best way to turn him the right way up without losing a grip on his catch. However, unlike Sabine’s facial features, Four’s were completely unamused. He allowed Sabine his little moment of victory, simply staring up at him with lips subtly turned down in a light frown, waiting for the demon to refocus on him, as he knew he would. Lonan would wipe that smirk right off the man’s face, literally.

Four shifted slightly, swaying ever so faintly in Sabine’s grasp, and suddenly a foot-to-face experience was shared between the two of them. A satisfying smack resounded in the room as the sole of his foot connected with Sabine’s face.

The demon hadn’t been expecting it at all, and with the connection between the human’s foot and his face, there was not only a loud smack, but a faint crunch as well as the bridge of his nose cracked and buckled under the force. Sabine let out a faint sound of surprise as blood dribbled from his face for a few seconds before the cartilage knitted back together. He did not, however, release Lonan like the boy had been holding out hope for. It hadn’t been likely to begin with, so it wasn’t too disappointing. Despite the fact, Lonan felt a bit of pride flourish when he heard the crack beneath the weight of his foot. It was true that it didn’t really affect the demon in any way, as was shown by the flesh just weaving back together, but it still felt good to take some of his anger out on the inhuman, even though at the moment he was more miffed than enraged. It was hard to catch Sabine off-guard, so his pride was well-founded despite being utterly insignificant.

Sabine’s face reddened and he dabbed at his face with his sleeve, effectively staining his shirt. ”You know, if you are hungry, you can just ask, not kick me in the face, Birdie.” Four hadn’t been expecting those words, and it was his turn to flush slightly. He had half a mind to kick Sabine again, but it would have been impossible; he had exhausted his body with the first round, what with being upside-down and working against gravity. A frown slipped onto his lips and his eyes shifted smoothly away from the demon’s face, arms crossed and cheeks faintly reddened from both irritation and some semblance of embarrassment.

”You’ll have to wait though, we’re keeping the others waiting, after all.” The demon then intoned. It was only then that it actually dawned on Four. A look of horror would have flooded his face if he hadn’t kept it so carefully controlled at that moment. He would be forced to be with the other people of the house, almost all of whom he despised, and be put on display for all to see. But at least it wasn’t a thing lightly suffered- he had gotten Sabine good today, and while the demon probably didn’t realize, there were still traces of blood on his face, a nice pink mark the size of a foot- quickly fading- and the fresh showings of a bruise just beginning to form. The signs of a struggle were definitely apparent.

However, Sabine suddenly shifted his grip on him, easily hefting the weight of his form and simply slinging him over his shoulder, arm secured across the boy’s thighs to ensure there would be no squirming away. But that didn’t mean that Lonan wouldn’t try, especially if it meant giving Sabine trouble. It would really only be for posterity’s sake, as he would quickly tire of the actions and settle into accepting his fate. At the first shift in position, Lonan had put his hands out to catch himself before he face-planted into Sabine’s back, but after settling himself, he dropped them and turned his head to the side, allowing it to bump against the demon’s lower back as Sabine carried him back over to the dresser where Natalia was impatiently waiting, looking completely fed up over the whole ordeal and having the most heinously sour expression towards Lonan. Lonan didn’t give a single inkling of concern towards her, didn’t even acknowledge her presence, just to get a further rise out of her.

If there was one good thing about this whole mess, it was getting the first spite of the day in against Nattia.

As Sabine scooped her back up in his free arm, Lonan firmly secured over his opposite shoulder, Sabine whistled cheerfully as he stepped over the dresser and back out into the hall, carrying his triumphantly caught quarry in one arm and his little lady in the other. Lonan would randomly burst into a fit of squirms and small kicks, arms flailing in the empty air, attempting to wrest himself free, but never to any avail.

And as such, the three of them headed down to breakfast.

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Character Portrait: Sabine Cayne Character Portrait: Kira Grey Character Portrait: Lonan Auraxtin Character Portrait: Syx Gryffen Pires Character Portrait: Natalia Catherine Estbury Character Portrait: Hope Creighton
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It had taken her by surprise, the first time that Sabine had lapsed into introspection. Hope had been unsure how to react at the time, and even now, a decade later, she found the peace of the house... disturbing. Every time that Sabine lapsed into his moods, the house became quiet. It's as if the life and energy of the pets were all tied to their master in some way, and though that wasn't true, it could be forgiven if one thought that. Especially since Lonan vanished and little Nattia sat forlorn watching her precious from a distance. The others lapsed into the background, as if too loud a noise would attract the attention of the brooding lord.

Hope always felt restless during these periods, unable to find a way to settle down into the silence. It was... well, in all honesty it was boring, but at the same time, she could not bring herself to ruin the peace herself, and instead paced the halls with a broom or a feather-duster, taking out her restlessness on the dust that tended to gather. Very few of the other pets had a pride in their own work, or a dedication to keeping their living space clean. It was quite often that the other pets would notice her moving around the edges, cleaning or re-arranging as she went, industriously keeping herself busy.

How she woke up that morning wasn't different than most mornings. After all, the sharp barked "Everyone up. Dawn is close and breakfast must be ready for the matron." still echoed through her head. Though with no longer the same fear lancing through her, she still was already dressed and standing at the kitchen door before she consciously realised where she was. She had no more need to be up and at the door, but even so many years later, what had become rote for her still haunted her. A slight sigh and a twist of the lips later, Hope was headed upstairs. If there was one advantage to being up before the sun, it was that no one was aware she never slept in her upstairs room. Claiming it shortly after they moved here, Hope quickly found out that she struggled to sleep in such opulence, and what few times she could sleep, she found to be not very restful. However, her pride held her chin too high to suffer such fall of face, and she often waited for others to sequester themselves into whatever corner they slept in before sneaking softly down to the pantry. The servants quarters adjacent to the work rooms were instead where she slept, where the beds had a comforting solidness, rather than the quicksand-like beds of the rich. It was no wonder they were so soft, considering their surroundings and bedding.

Of course none of the other pets were wandering the halls at such an early hour, and Hope easily found her own room. Inside, her wardrobes of clothing and various luxuries that Sabine had lavished on her draped around the room, but Hope found a quiet piece of floor and her embroidery. Needlework had always fascinated her when she was a maid, and she fixed many clothes, her own and others, simply from the skills she had picked up mending things in the Workhouse. In this, she found the nobility and their preferences quite enjoyable, as simply making patterns on sheets of cloth was a relaxing, if useless, past-time. Her latest work was a simple flower, and she was proud of the detail she managed.

She knew the sun had risen by the time she had finished her latest section of embroidery, when her restlessness drove her from her room, but she had not paid attention to the passing of time. There was not much use to pay attention to every single moment when you had eternity before you. Watching the world around her move past was both exciting and terrifying. She had only gathered her tools of cleaning when the day immediately turned brighter, for on her way to continue yesterday's cleaning, Hope nearly ran straight into a much more lively Sabine. Of course, the sight of the demon reminded her of the gnawing at her gut that could not be dispelled by food, and of course it promised that the house would rise from the daze it had sunk into once more. He didn't linger long, merely informing her that the pets were to gather downstairs for a communal breakfast.

Even as she ventured back to her room to put her cleaning equipment away, Hope couldn't help but smile, and her stride was invigorated with new energy. The house was going to come back alive, and in the communal gathering, Hope would find the energy that she had been missing for the last week. Even if it meant that Nattia would be meddling once more, rather than sitting like a love-sick puppy at her master's feet.

The change of clothes was quick and efficient, no fancy dress for Hope, but she wasn't going to head to communal breakfast in the ratty clothing she used while cleaning. Efficient clothing was not suited for social gatherings, after all. By the time Sabine had done his first round, Hope was already gone from her room, and down the servants staircase to the ground floor. Unlike the others that had arrived just prior to her, she did not offer to help Syx with breakfast. He had it well in hand and she needed not add another pair of spare hands. Though he would likely appreciate Hope's aid, it would only cause tension in his other potential helpers, and Hope had seen Kira among that number, and hung back in the shadows.

It was only when Sabine arrived with both Lonan and Nattia on his arms that Hope moved from her spot in the background of the dining room, silently trying to avoid attention. Not that that was hard, since Nattia had eyes only for Sabine and the pest that was invading her space, and Lonan was too busy sulking or struggling. The obvious difference between their reactions amused Hope, but it was by far the mark on Sabine's face that suddenly brightened her day. Not because Sabine had been hurt to an extent, merely because she felt giddy already as the strings that she could feel beneath her fingers began to a play tune once more. This is what she had missed for the last week. She couldn't wipe the smirk from tipping the edges of her mouth into a grin, and she smoothly entered the kitchen area and headed for the chief cook.

"Syx, good morn. Four appears to be being more affectionate with our dear lord Sabine now, you should congratulate him." Keeping the grin and glee from her voice, she talks as she glides past Syx, and though her voice is quiet, it is clear enough for those also working in the kitchen to hear. It was hardly the most complex manipulation, but after the week of silence and restlessness, even simple meddling was savoured. Even mindless of the presence of Kira, she stopped next to Syx to survey the state of the kitchen as it was, "How is breakfast coming along?"

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Syx was filled with copious amounts of joy and excitement but also riddled with a myriad of anxiety. He was entirely enthralled to have everyone in the same room. The only reason they collected together was by force through Sabine due to the few of them that desired to be off on their own, which he understood. He enjoyed being alone; quite a lot actually. But he also desired to keep in touch with everyone in the house to keep tabs on their well-being, whether they enjoyed his presence or not.

Now he found himself preparing the table for the trays of food he would bring in to welcome these few people who did not care for him in the likes and the remainder of the residents. It always got under his skin when people disliked him for any reason, which was one of the reasons his anxiety was nearly at its peak. Sweat dripped down his back causing his button up shirt to cling to his back and his hands were constantly shaking no matter what task he set for himself. But he would never allow anyone except Thea see him as any more than his smiling facade.

The dining hall was adjacent to the kitchen. The long table furnished five chairs on either length, and one on either end. Although the manor only housed nine people, it had spots for guests. Syx found this a bit amusing. Not many of them ventured out from the house and when they did, it was never easy to make friends, much less someone they could bring home to this distorted family. Aedan had properly placed all of the plates and glasses among the table, as well the silverware was nicely wrapped into their napkins with silver napkin rings. Everything looked perfect. He grinned at Aedan and thanked him profusely for helping prepare the dining room. It was one less thing he would have to do this morning.

He remembered how quiet the house had been when Sabine again went into inactivity. He hated it. It felt like there was no time range between when he was last in his recession. He had sought him out only to find the demon sitting still in one of the many chairs in the library. Syx always got a bit down when he would find Sabine like this, hating the stillness the manor experienced and that Sabine would not be there to fleet around and intrude on him reading or to come and poke at his newly budding plants like he used to when Syx first started gardening.

Syx mainly used this time to work harder on maintaining his strong figure and to start readying the gardens again since it was finally Spring. He first planted the flowers, making sure there was a grand amount of Calla Lilies. He also included other breeds of Lilies, Roses, Tulips, Carnations, Daisies, Peonies, Dahlias, and Bleeding Hearts. Afterwards he had worked to till the garden which was a three day process since the garden was so large. He had felt cooped up in the Winter and cursed himself for being worthless, even though that was farthest from the truth. But when he was always reading after the chores and meals were completed, he got too antsy and it irked him when he couldn't find anything better to do than read or workout.

He returned to the kitchen once he readjusted everyone's plates to make sure they were all facing the same way and fixated himself on slightly moving glasses and candles and his freshly picked flowers among the table to assure himself that everything was indeed perfect.

Syx had hardly seen anyone except Fang in the week that Sabine resided in his own mind. He'd passed a few, but he kept himself busy outside for the allotted time. The night before last he was up late reading by candlelight and Fang had left the room suddenly so he figured Four had returned from his few day activities, whatever they were, and Fang had gone to investigate who was coming through the back door at this time. Although Fang would never harm someone of the house, but if it had been an intruder, he was trained to attack on command if need be.

Syx had already placed a ham in the top range so he could save the bottom to hold the food that was finished preparing to preserve its warmth. Three cast iron skillets adorned the range top. One withheld the sausage and bacon which hissed loudly at him to be turned, another contained the eggs which he was obediently flipping, and the last was occupied by a few grated potatoes that he'd seasoned to taste.
His hands still shook as he began slicing up fruit to serve to each individual and when Thea rounded the corner it startled him. He slammed down the knife, showing his surprise of her arrival. His heart was already pounding and if it hadn't been his best friend he may have yelped unexpectedly.

“Thea, good gracious, darling!” He stepped back from cutting apples and ran his hands through his hair in angst. She was the only one he even considered to show his true self to. They'd known each other for hundreds of years, so it was expected that she had seen him in all states, worst and best, and vice versa. She had even seen him when he got angry. Which was a terrifying image alone, much less to be the one to console him when he was indefinitely acting like a monster. He'd had to think twice not to throw her off of him. He still scolded himself for that evening.

“My apologies, Thea. I've been quagsagging since I stepped into the kitchen to begin breakfast. My anxiety is really quite horrid at the moment.” He gave her one of his trademark fake smiles but it was met with sad eyes.

He knew she would see right through him and turned back quickly to complete the remainder of the fruits. He placed several varieties of them into separate glass bowls for everyone then asked Thea if she would help place them around the table. While she was setting them about he paced quickly to the fridge to get the milk and began jirbling milk into all of the glasses he had set out. He loathed the idea that most of the food would go to waste, but in spite, he reminded himself that it was easily replaced. Though his heart stung for the less fortunate that were surviving off of gruel.

“Oh dear,” He said to himself, mid-pour.
He set the milk down, leaving the unfinished job to be done in a moment and hurried back to the kitchen while saying, “I've forgotten the toast!”

As he was rushing to the kitchen he came face to face with Kira.
“Good morning angel.” He grinned and leaned down to kiss her on the cheek then without skipping a beat pulled out a metal tray and began laying out bread to be cooked in the range.

Although he had a problem talking to new women, the women of this particular household did not bother him so, especially Thea and Kira. He adored their companionship and was always eager to see them. Natalia was fun to mess with and he was still getting to know Hope, but he enjoyed her as well. But if a woman approached him outside of the household, he would immediately begin stuttering and shaking. Women strangers, even clerks at markets, would have him shuddering in his boots with anxiety.

“I really appreciate it! If you could maybe finish pouring the milk in everyone's glasses, I would be forever grateful.” He grinned as he slid the tray into the heat then closed the range to focus on what lay atop it. He removed the eggs and meats from the cast iron skillets and onto glass plates and they followed the bread into the range. Now he attended the potatoes and looked back up for a moment to see Lionel now in the kitchen too. He grinned down at the man, his eyes lighting up to see so many of his friends here already. It was certainly a happy occasion and his anxiety had dwindled profusely as more faces came to greet him and were so willing to help him.

“You're not late at all, sir, you're early, in fact.” He smiled again and tried to think of what needed to be done, then snapped his finger and pointed to him.

“I have yet to start the coffee, if you could do that for me I think we will be set unless anyone has any requests.” With the last word he turned his gaze to Thea as if specifically meaning her requests. She always had a good idea or a random craving that set the mood perfectly for whatever meal they were having.

“Ah, I also forgot the jams and the lemon and cherry curds. Drat!” But he could not gather them just yet as he was still maintaining the potatoes.

Syx looked down when he heard Hope's voice brush against him. She practically purred about Four's state and Syx finally tore his eyes away from cooking to notice the demon that was now in the kitchen as well. A faint red mark was displayed across his face and his eyebrows knit to show a look of pain for the demon, even though he probably didn't even feel the strike. His gray orbs cascaded to view a very annoyed set of pets in either of his master's arms. He smiled at this and looked back to Hope.

”Better than breaking his arm like he usually would. And it's going well.” He retorted with a smile. The kitchen was so full now with everyone here.

He didn't mind all of this hustle and bustle though. For a little while in the seventeenth century he had taken on a job as a chef to secretly learn the era's ways of cooking so he was accustomed to this type of running around. Although he didn't need any money, he was just passionate about cooking. Being in the kitchen helped keep him happy and at peace. Especially among good friends.

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ImageAedan looked up from his work of setting the table as each member of the little family entered. "Good morning," he greeted each as they arrived, thought it was really only Syx, Kira, and Lionel that had really paid him any mind. He wasn't much of a talker really until Kira showed up. Out of everyone here, he was the closest to her. He didn't know what it was about her but it made him feel safe to open up to her. He didn't fear her or worry that she was going to somehow sell his secrets. True he hadn't really talked too much about his past details, but he didn't feel like he needed to hide from her. She was just this sweet and adorable lady and though she was ages older than him and had far more experience to her name, Aedan, for the first time in his life, felt like he could protect someone. Back home he had been the youngest of two older brothers and they had always watched his back. Now he could watch over Kira and really, he saw the woman as a little sister; his little blossom.

"You're welcome, Syx," he answered when the man thanked him for setting the table. "Thank you for making the food. It looks and smells monsterful." Aedan didn't consider Syx much of a personal friend and didn't often associate with the man, but he had to admit he was quite the chef. His food was always delicious. He had to give credit where credit was due. Aedan used to cook for himself and his food... it was edible at best. Cooking was definitely not his forte. Aedan stood back to ensure he had set everything up on the table and did his best to stay out of Syx's way. He'd offer to help but there were plenty of hands for that and he was sure that whatever he touched would be burnt beyond recognition. Since he wasn't much use in the kitchen anymore, he hurried towards Kira.

Aedan quickly wrapped his arms around Kira and beamed brightly at her, his chin resting on her shoulder. "Hi Kira. Did you rest well?" he asked her then. Before he could focus on an answer, Aedan heard the door to the kitchen again and his eyes widened though he really shouldn't have been surprised. After everyone else had wandered in, there stood Sabine with Natalia and Lonan in his arms. Natalia looked rather miffed about the situation and Lonan... Lonan looked like, well, Lonan. He was always a dark cloud though this morning he looked more tired than usual. He could see the mark on Sabine's face and he could only assume it was Lonan's doing. The sight sent Aedan through a flutter of different emotions.

He felt the odd attraction to Sabine since hey, he was a rather handsome man, but there was so much more to it. He was happy to see that he had been hurt a little and happy that Lonan got it out of his system. He hated the fact that he took a certain sick happiness and relief from the fact that his savior had been hurt. And lastly, he did feel concern for both Lonan and Sabine. There was a heavy weight on Lonan and he wished there was something he could do to help, but that would require getting close to Lonan and he didn't think Lonan would appreciate it. Besides, that would require Aedan to divulge his own secrets and he... wasn't ready for that. He didn't know these people well enough. And Sabine... oh, Sabine. He was a puzzle in and of himself to Aedan. He loved and hated the demon. He was attracted and disgusted. He craved and loathed his attention. It really was quite the maze for the poor boy to navigate through.

Aedan shook his head and tried to clear it from these confusing thoughts. He had other things to worry about. Like the fact that everyone was here now. He got along with most of them but he hated Natalia and he was sure she'd say something or do something to annoy someone. It really was quite the taxing game everyone played to just get along. He didn't want to become a target and having so many people in the room... it was a bit overwhelming. He wondered why Sabine had wanted them all together this morning.

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Thea poked her head into the kitchen, ready to leave if someone undesirable had claimed a position. She was pleased to find that Syx was the only one there. She strode in. “Excited to be cooking so much, hm?”

The slam of a knife stopped her in her tracks. Her friend was obviously extremely tense. He was doing the thing where he messes with his hair. His apology for startling her was accompanied with a thin smile, as usual. Thea quietly let out the breath she wasn’t aware she had been holding before smiling back. “No, no. It’s my fault for sneaking up on you.” He seemed to be teetering on the edge of okay. It would be wise to keep an eye on him this morning. Not that she was feeling at all confident about the gathering. He had good reason to be anxious.

Syx was making a big meal. She wasn't sure if it was because his nerves were making him restless or because it was Sabine's request. They do say breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Though, in Thea's opinion, every meal is important. She jumped up to her usual spot on the stool in the corner to watch him work. His dexterity when preparing food was always a sight to behold. With her clothes today she would only be in his way – he would hate to be the cause of stains on a proper dress like this one. She, however, was happy to help no matter what she was wearing, and did not hesitate when he asked for her to set out the fruit.

Aedan was in the dining room when she entered, bowls in both hands. She nodded at him as she made her way around the table. A slice of apple went missing. Then another. In her defense, they were very sweet and crisp. Thea made a note of which bowl she had been sneaking fruit from so that she could sit there later. Or, on second thought… With a wry look she swapped it for one of the ones near the end of the table where Sabine sat. It’s not like Natalia (who at this point pretty much had dibs on both of the seats there) ever did more than nibble anyway. Syx poured milk beside her until he realized he hadn’t started to make toast. The poor darling was so scattered he nearly ran into Kira on his way back to the kitchen. Thea made to greet her, managing to get out a quick “Hello” before Aedan shot past her to embrace the other girl. Aware that she would no longer have a chance to speak to Kira, Thea went to Syx just as Lionel came into the kitchen. Syx turned to her, waiting for a request – he was right to do so, as she had one. “Candied walnuts! I know where you put them.” Hearing that he had forgotten the spreads, she offered to get those as well. “Everything is somewhere in the pantry, I’m sure.”

The kitchen Thea returned to, her arms full of jars, was far noisier than the one she had left. Sabine had arrived, his arms full of a disgruntled redhead and a fuming Four. It was quite a sight. She would have to record it in her journal in detail. What a way to start the day! She cheerfully placed the preserves she had gathered onto an empty counter for Syx’s disposal and retreated to her stool to watch the two troublemakers struggle in the hold of their master. Only then did she spot the red on Sabine’s face. Oho. That would explain Lonan’s ridiculous position. She stifled a laugh.

It was a good morning indeed.

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The closer they approached to Four’s quarters, the stormier Natalia’s face became. All her giddiness from just moments earlier dissolved into a brooding anger, directed mostly at Four. Sharing Sabine’s attention was never high on her list to begin with. That despised door lurked in a dim corridor, far as possible from all others. Natalia, still perched in the demon’s arm, gave a huff of annoyance as he tried to doorknob, only to find the door unmoving. “How utterly unpleasant,” Natalia murmured to herself. Sabine seemed to take little notice of her comment and set himself against the door, straining only the slightest bit against whatever dead weight denied him entry. Still, his hold on Natalia remained as gentle as ever, and she could not help the small ray of pleasure that pierced her disgruntlement. Finally, with one final effort, there came the sound of something very large indeed toppling headlong to the floor. Despite expecting it, Natalia still jumped from the enormous clatter, her heart beating wildly. “God’s wounds!” she swore under her breath bringing a hand to her heart to calm herself. Her venomous gaze immediately settled on Four, communicating her displeasure at the situation better than any insults would. In any case, with Sabine present, she could not be as outright with insulting the lout in any case.

Though Four looked rather startled and half awake, rather like a young child, his expression soon turned to one of disgust mirroring Nattia’s own glare. Sabine smoothly set her on the now overturned dresser, and Natalia arranged herself a bit more comfortably, so she could sit up straight and continue her glare at Four. She hoped to communicate that she did not wish the boy to make more commotion than he already had. Still, she knew there was little chance that the thick-witted lout would stop acting so childishly. Sabine fairly tackled the boy to the bed, and despite the stirrings of jealousy in her, she could not help the slight bit of interest in how the situation would turn out. Four struggled uselessly and Nattia suppressed a laugh of amusement at his helplessness. Sabine asked about how much sleep the boy had gotten, and only got a rebuff in response. Nattia scoffed at Four’s useless resistance. It was really bothersome, even when directed at Sabine. When it was then quickly directed at her, supposedly for sitting on his dresser, she merely made herself more comfortable, refusing to drop her gaze, as if to say, “I am here, deal with it.” A smirk played on her features in response to his loathing.

Sabine seemed to ignore Four’s harsh gaze and tone and responded playfully, even ruffling the boy’s hair. The effect was rather comical, and it was clear how much Four disliked it. He looked like a cat being petted the wrong way. Natalia’s spiteful smirk only grew, even as the boy grabbed and moved Sabine’s arm. Or rather, Sabine allowed him to move it. Four commanded the demon to get out, kicking him off the bed, but Sabine dragged him along by his ankle. Nattia only rolled her eyes in annoyance at the antics as Sabine merely dragged him up until he was hanging upside down from his ankle. Four suddenly lurched, bringing his foot up to connect with Sabine’s face. The demon’s blood began to dribble from a nose that was quickly taking on a crimson hue. Nattia let out a gasp of alarm and outrage at the ridiculous display. Sabine lightly took it as Four being hungry, but Nattia’s rage did not cool and hate for the boy gleamed in her eyes. When Sabine reminded him that they were keeping the others waiting for breakfast, the guarded look on Four’s face gave Nattia a twisted pleasure. He clearly did not like that idea, but it served him right. “Yes, little soot bird, we are late for breakfast. I am sure you would not want to miss that,” she purred, mocking him lightly.

Sabine slung him over his shoulder and came back to the dresser to retrieve her. Nattia started out trying to convince Sabine to let her walk with a, “No, no, my dear. I think I would be more comfortable.--” She was cut off as he picked her up anyway, hardly seeming to notice her protests. She was soon once again nestled in Sabine’s arm. Though she attempted a couple glares at Lonan over Sabine’s shoulder, he firmly ignored her. This irked her to no end, which quickly became obvious. The boy was so insufferable, Nattia hardly knew why Sabine even kept him around. Even worse, he continued to struggle at random intervals. Sabine was too strong for these to have any effect, so Natalia was sure the boy was doing it just to be a nuisance.

Unfortunately, despite her attempts to ignore these childish irritations, by the time they reached the kitchen she was silently fuming. It would not be a good morning for any who got in her way. Still, luckily for Lonan, she wanted to get away from his idiocy for a time. As soon as they entered the kitchen, Nattia could feel the general attention shift in their direction. She automatically straightened, levering a haughty gaze at whoever looked her way. She assumed that each glance was at her and glared accordingly, making it clear that this was not the time to test her.

As soon as Sabine set her down, she fussily straightened her skirts, gave Loonan an acidic glare, then whirled off to the dining room without acknowledging anyone else. Nattia sat at her usual spot to the right of where Sabine usually sat and sulkily stared straight ahead.

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There was certainly a spring to Sabine's step as he entered the kitchen, basking in the bustle. Lonan was still flopping occasionally like a disgruntled fish, so Sabine kept a firm hold on him as he lowered Nattia to the floor so she could daintily dismount. She swept off immediately to the dining room, but he waited a moment before following her. He shifted his weight to hold Lonan up, hands firmly under his arms so he couldn't make a wiggling escape, the permanently young man's feet dangling in the air, and looked him dead in the eye. " If you try to escape again, I'll catch you and tie you down so you can't get away, my little birdie." He said, his voice cheerful, but a cool expression iced over his eyes for a moment. Just as quickly as the ice had hardened, however, it vanished, and he grinned and wrinkled his nose a bit.

Sabine deposited Lonan in the dining room, seating him in the chair directly across from his usual spot, and shot a smile at Nattia, who was sitting beside his spot. " If he tries to make a break for it, give me a shout, would you, Red?" Then he turned to make sure everyone else was present, patting the foggy-eyed Aedan on the shoulder as he passed, offering him a joyful, crooked smile, ruffling Kira's hair, chuffing Lionel's shoulder, brushing a stay fly-away behind Hope's ear, resting his hand for a quick second on Thea's back as he passed through the kitchen, dodging the bustle. As he usually was when everyone was gathered together, He didn't understand the first thing about food, even after all his years of life. It all puzzled him, but he trusted his pet's judgements on their personal tastes, and had been known to enjoy food on several occasions.

He noticed straight away as he neared his precious boy that Syx's hands were shaking. Of course, being quite oblivious, he didn't understand the depths of Syx's anxiety issues, but he'd been around his sweet bear for long enough to know that he wasn't feeling tip-top. "My prince~" Sabine said, wrapping his arms around Syx's waist from behind and standing on tip-toes to press his face into the other's neck, "Look at you, working so hard!" he crooned, making a marginal attempt not to sound plaintive, in a, 'pay attention to me instead of what you were doing' sort of way, and more, 'calm down, you are doing a great job,' though his desire to have attention spent on him usually confused his praise.

Sabine was absolutely zero help in the kitchen, his skills maxed out on being able to carry things from one place to another, (though he was highly skilled at carrying, thanks to his superb strength and balance,) and other than that, he usually served to be a bit always in the way. Nonetheless, he helped carry things to the table as Syx and the others finished up, and soon enough everyone was settled down at the table. Sabine was still grinning all over himself, pleased to see everyone together, whether they liked it or not.

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By creating Collectibles, you can reward your players with unique items that accentuate their character sheets.


Once an Item has been created, it can be spawned in the IC using /spawn Item Name (case-sensitive, as usual) — this can be followed with /take Item Name to retrieve the item into the current character's inventory.

Mobs

Give your Universe life by adding a Mob, which are auto-replenishing NPCs your players can interact with. Useful for some quick hack-and-slash fun!

Mobs can be automated spawns, like rats and bats, or full-on NPCs complete with conversation menus. Use them to enhance your player experience!

Current Mobs

No mobs have been created yet.

Spawns

Locations where Mobs and Items might appear.

Events

You can schedule events for your players to create notifications and schedule times for everyone to plan around.

Permissions

Add and remove other people from your Universe.

Orphanage

By marking a character as abandoned, you can offer them to your players as pre-made character sheets.

Character Portrait: Aedan Huntington
11 sightings Aedan Huntington played by FaddedFox
"I don't know if I despise you, love you, or am down right terrified. Maybe all three."

The Forge

Use your INK to craft new artifacts in Je T'Adore. Once created, Items cannot be changed, but they can be bought and sold in the marketplace.

Notable Items

No items have been created yet!

The Market

Buy, sell, and even craft your own items in this universe.

Market Data

Market conditions are unknown. Use caution when trading.

Quick Buy (Items Most Recently Listed for Sale)

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Character Portrait: Sabine Cayne
Character Portrait: Kira Grey
Character Portrait: Lonan Auraxtin
Character Portrait: Syx Gryffen Pires
Character Portrait: Lionel de Cambrey
Character Portrait: Natalia Catherine Estbury
Character Portrait: Thea Basset
Character Portrait: Hope Creighton

Newest

Character Portrait: Hope Creighton
Hope Creighton

"Everyone has strings to pull, it's a matter of how hard you hide them."

Character Portrait: Thea Basset
Thea Basset

Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero

Character Portrait: Natalia Catherine Estbury
Natalia Catherine Estbury

"My insecurities could eat me alive, if it weren't for the call of your voice."

Character Portrait: Lionel de Cambrey
Lionel de Cambrey

"I just wish to return to where I was..."

Character Portrait: Syx Gryffen Pires
Syx Gryffen Pires

"Isn't it funny how day by day nothing changes but when you look back everything is different..."

Character Portrait: Lonan Auraxtin
Lonan Auraxtin

"I never wanted to be here, I was never supposed to be here, and yet here I am."

Character Portrait: Kira Grey
Kira Grey

"Once something is to bloom, it is only natural for it to wither away."

Character Portrait: Sabine Cayne
Sabine Cayne

"My Lovelies are all so sweet."

Trending

Character Portrait: Lonan Auraxtin
Lonan Auraxtin

"I never wanted to be here, I was never supposed to be here, and yet here I am."

Character Portrait: Natalia Catherine Estbury
Natalia Catherine Estbury

"My insecurities could eat me alive, if it weren't for the call of your voice."

Character Portrait: Sabine Cayne
Sabine Cayne

"My Lovelies are all so sweet."

Character Portrait: Hope Creighton
Hope Creighton

"Everyone has strings to pull, it's a matter of how hard you hide them."

Character Portrait: Kira Grey
Kira Grey

"Once something is to bloom, it is only natural for it to wither away."

Character Portrait: Syx Gryffen Pires
Syx Gryffen Pires

"Isn't it funny how day by day nothing changes but when you look back everything is different..."

Character Portrait: Lionel de Cambrey
Lionel de Cambrey

"I just wish to return to where I was..."

Character Portrait: Thea Basset
Thea Basset

Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero

Most Followed

Character Portrait: Hope Creighton
Hope Creighton

"Everyone has strings to pull, it's a matter of how hard you hide them."

Character Portrait: Thea Basset
Thea Basset

Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero

Character Portrait: Sabine Cayne
Sabine Cayne

"My Lovelies are all so sweet."

Character Portrait: Lionel de Cambrey
Lionel de Cambrey

"I just wish to return to where I was..."

Character Portrait: Kira Grey
Kira Grey

"Once something is to bloom, it is only natural for it to wither away."

Character Portrait: Syx Gryffen Pires
Syx Gryffen Pires

"Isn't it funny how day by day nothing changes but when you look back everything is different..."

Character Portrait: Lonan Auraxtin
Lonan Auraxtin

"I never wanted to be here, I was never supposed to be here, and yet here I am."

Character Portrait: Natalia Catherine Estbury
Natalia Catherine Estbury

"My insecurities could eat me alive, if it weren't for the call of your voice."


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