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Damien Moore

"Nothing I left behind was worth mourning"

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a character in “Mon Coeur”, as played by ianna_334

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You don’t have to be lonely tonight~




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Role
Human 6

Age
23

Gender
Male

Nicknames
Dami, White Hart


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It’s not that I don’t know the meaning of the word no, it’s that I’ve never met anyone who says “No” and still honestly means it five minutes later.



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【Flirtacious】 【Vivacious】 【Confident】 【Destructive】

Damien Moore is flighty and frivolous, with a good dose of flirtation thrown in, and as a whole, he loves life. He plays the airhead often, pretending to miss implications or misunderstand circumstances to avoid reality and his favourite nickname, “Dami” rather than the serious “Damien”, adds to this illusion. Despite his often genuine joy, Damien also has a heavy self-destructive streak that would have seen him dead multiple times over if he were an ordinary human. He’s an extrovert who loves attention, but a part of him still longs for affection, and if he dare admit it, a love he never expects to find. Self-reflection, especially on his choices and habits, often sends him crashing down to extreme lows. During these times, he’s not exactly suicidal, but engages in behaviour that seems hell bent on finally driving him into his grave. He’s also extremely pessimistic, expecting the absolute worst of humans (and the resident demon), and then being delighted when he’s proven wrong.

Damien is also extremely affectionate, as well as rather lusty. Pickings are slim among his fellow pets, so his lust has been tamped down, but the need for physical touch is easily solved just by being near Sabine. Dami has an odd mix of being both selfish and selfless in his being, such as his selfish actions in attempting to teach Sabine more about human sexuality despite the effects this has on the other (especially more unwilling) pets. At the same time, he dislikes suffering and will work to ease it, though this is more evident in his interactions with strangers. This is because he believes a stranger would have no reason to lie to him, so their gratitude is completely genuine, unlike the reactions of his fellow pets which may be calculated for some final goal.

Dami is also observant and intelligent, no matter how his actions come across. He has a sharp mind and a good memory, and enjoys reading and learning. He’s fascinated by the changing world around him, and even now is able to see things with a wide-eyed wonder. He can be extremely meticulous and focused, as shown by his slowly growing musical skill, although just as often his head appears to be in the clouds. He’s very lively and dramatic, and can be a diva when things don’t go his way. He’s also rather vain about his looks and takes care to present himself as well dressed and neatly groomed as possible. Dami would be much less happy if he weren’t so good at distracting himself from considering things at a deeper level. Because of this, he loves spontaneity, though occasionally, a lack of structure will make him weary and listless. He’s also the sort to hold grudges, but favours longer, more drawn out plans for revenge. He has a strong personality and very little shame most of the time, unless pushed into one of his depressive moods.

He has a strong aversion to being alone and reacts horrible when he feels he is unwanted or disliked. If allowed to escalate, this uncertainty manifests as mood swings ranging from disinterested to mocking. Dami will search out things to be offended at, often ending in him storming off. What he expects is for someone to come after him to sooth him; if no one follows, things only become worse. If one of Dami’s sulks happens to coincide with one of Sabine’s rages, the blond will deliberate seek him out, maybe hoping for death, or maybe expecting the care that will come afterwards.


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Please stop blaming me for your own desires.


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Appearance

Dami stands at 5’6” and weighs 130 lb, just barely in the healthy weight range for his height. As such, he is slender, with long limbs and an air of delicacy around him. Damien is stronger than he looks, however, and keeps in good shape, though the effects of the blood stop him from being more than just slightly toned. His eyes are a warm brown, and they sparkle easily even when not lit by a teasing glint. He has long lashes and a fine bone structure that is just this side of masculine instead of pure androgyny. Nonetheless, it is easy for Dami to pass as a woman with the right preparations. His hair is blond, often becoming almost white with extended exposure to sunlight. He keeps it just long enough to brush his shoulders, and styles it so that the strands frame his face just so. He has very little body hair and what he does have is hard to see due to the colour and fine texture of the individual hairs.

He walks with perfect posture, graceful and light on his feet. Damien’s ears are pierced, and his favourite earrings are small purple studs. His default expressions are a pout or a dreaming smile. He can’t glare at others because his face softens the look too much, turning it into more of a focused stare. Similarly, his expressions for darker emotions seem out of place due to facial structure. For this reason, Dami tends to make his face go blank when upset, only extremes of emotion pushing him to express himself once more. His tears are another unpleasant sight, because beyond a slight welling up in the eyes, assymetrical red blotches begin to form and so he hides himself away. Looking attractive and put together is very important to Dami.



Attire

Dami doesn’t have a particular style, rather, he dresses in things that make him look good. What looks good is determined by two mirrors, one being his practised eye, and the other being society’s current trends. Currently, this means Dami dresses himself rather formally, in vests, well fitted pants, and long coats. He abhors hats, but will wear one on occasion to properly set off an outfit. Dami demands high quality clothing, which he then takes careful care of so that it may last him many years. His coats are the most expensive, as he demands them individually tailored, with a slimmer waist and more flared bottom half than is typical for men’s fashions. At home, Dami prefers looser, more billowing clothing. Though he won’t admit it, nor indulge in it often, wearing capes gives him a childish joy.

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Am I ashamed? No. Should I be? Probably. Will I be? See answer one.



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【Luxury】 ▬▬▬ A bastard son, but kept in the noble home, Dami was accustomed to finery and to demanding whatever he wanted as payment for staying out of sight. This certainly hasn’t changed since he was claimed by Sabine, and has even grown worse because the demon is so willing to indulge him.
【Flattery】 ▬▬▬ Dami might know he’s attractive, but he loves hearing about it and his other desirable traits. A steady stream of reasons why people want him around stops him from thinking about why they might prefer that he leave.
【Touch】 ▬▬▬ Dami starved for contact when he was fully human, only allowed to indulge in the rare occasions he was sent out of the house. The affection inherent in a gentle touch is somewhat of an addiction to him.
【Horses】 ▬▬▬ Dami finds them to be beautiful elegant creatures, and often spends time in the stables, looking after them and feeding them treats to win their affections. For all his adoration, he doesn't know how to ride one
【Bunnies】 ▬▬▬ Dami asked Sabine for a pet bunny at some point and has kept two at a time ever since. They're soft and perfect for hugging, and Dami has all the time in the world to teach them to love him and trust his gentle hands.The affection of his animal companions heals some of the jagged edges of his loneliness


Hobbies
【Ogling】 ▬▬▬ Dami’s lust may have been tamped down by the long years he’s lived but it’s very much present. Getting out of the house to sleep around is difficult, but feasting his eyes on attractive men and imagining what they might do to him certainly is not.
【Reading/Learning】 ▬▬▬ Despite acting like an airhead, Dami has a sharp, cunning mind and a memory to match and is often reading new books, trying to keep up with the world.
【Charity】 ▬▬▬ The kind heart that is Dami’s best trait is the one he keeps most under wraps. He loves to help out and ease suffering, so he’s smiled at for genuine reasons.
【Violin/Piano/Singing】 ▬▬▬ Dami loves music so much that as soon as it was an option, he set about learning how to create it.
【Capes】 ▬▬▬ Shhhh! Don't tell anyone but Dami has spent more than one night sneaking out of his room to run around the corridors in a cape. It's an innocent amusement that he keeps secret for the sake of his dignity
【Nature Walks】 ▬▬▬ When upset or just in need of quiet, Dami grabs his cloak and wanders the forest on Sabine's grounds. There, he empties his mind, occasionally talking to himself to help sort out his emotions.

Dislikes
【Discrimination】 ▬▬▬ His homosexuality meant he stared it in the face on a daily basis, and he sympathizes with all similar plights.
【Self-reflection】 ▬▬▬ Damien Moore is very well aware of who he is and what he’s done. And he’d certainly never befriend himself, so why would anyone else?
【Chipped Nails】 ▬▬▬ Dami loves a neat manicure, but something about one that is almost perfect grates him more than just unkempt nails.


Fears
【Being Captive or Restrained】 ▬▬▬ Stemming from his early life, Dami fears not being able to run. He has to either be safe, or be able to escape.
【Loneliness】 ▬▬▬ Damien was surrounded by people, and yet alone in all the ways that counted. He willfully blinds himself to the fact that his situation really hasn’t changed.
【Dying in Fire】 ▬▬▬ Dami’s older half-brother used to tell him all about how if their house ever burned down, no one would come save Dami because no one actually wanted him. This resulted in nightmares. And no one ever came to tell him it was all just a dream.
【Humiliation】 ▬▬▬ For all his shamelessness, Dami is hiding multiple secrets from his fellow pets. He doesn't want their opinion of him to grow worse than it already is.
【Loss of Control】 ▬▬▬ Dami may just be closing his ears and shutting his eyes to the fact that he has no control over his own life anymore.


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Being useful and being wanted are separate things. Before I was only useful, why do you think I prefer it here?



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The Before

Damien Moore had the luck of being born the bastard son of a noblewoman with a nobleman who was not her husband. The scandal was hidden from the public, and the widowed nobleman was the one who ended up with the child on his hands. The boy was kept in a room in the mansion, only known to a few trusted servants, his father, and his legitimate half-brother. A few trusted tutors were allowed to educate Dami along with his sibling, but the brother was not the best of playmates. Quickly learning that no one would stop him, he took delight in tormenting the younger boy with childish cruelty until Dami stopped leaving his rooms even when allowed.

Instead, Dami would stare out his windows, watching the gardener and his son going about their work. He would imagine that the boy was his close friend, and within his mind, they acted out many a story from Dami’s favourite books. As he grew older, the restrictions became a constant nuisance, and Dami began to make demands in exchange for keeping himself hidden. In his heart, however, he still wanted to be part of the family, something that became evident to his half-brother, who informed their father of the fact. Combined with an incident that accidentally revealed Dami’s budding homosexuality, the nobleman used Dami’s isolation against him to craft a political weapon. With the looks for seduction, Damien could ferret out secrets and create scandals and blackmail for his father. Though uneasy with this path, Damien agreed, hoping this would bring him the acceptance he craved.

The party that changed everything had been meant to be like any other. By now, his father was capitalizing on Damien’s skills by selling his services to certain trusted friends, and they had all pitched in to take down one Sabine Cayne. The Season was coming up, and the young man’s wealth and popularity could be rather damaging to their own sons and heirs. Damien Moore’s job was to create a scandal. It didn’t take much to imagine someone so eccentric might lay with a male, so why not give him one? And even if such depravity wasn’t his taste, misunderstandings were easy to create. Dami, gowned and styled to look like a prim lady, glided into the ballroom on dainty feet, drawing eyes as he fluttered about until he “accidently” bumped Mr. Cayne. And the man was eager to go off alone, of course… Perhaps even more eager than usual. In later years, Dami would realize that that eagerness was his first warning sign.


The After

Over his years with Sabine, Dami has slowly but surely changed. Upon first waking up and learning of his new circumstances, Dami was shocked, grateful, and scared. He’d been dragged from an uncertain life of slowly dying hopes into a new one, where things could perhaps, change. Sabine’s flattery built up his self-confidence as for the first time, he felt loved and wanted. He jumped into pursuing his stunted interests, like music, and revelled in what seemed to be a dream…

Time’s passage was what revealed the flip side of the coin. His fellow pets seemed to reject his overtures of friendship, and Dami had never been blind. He began to recognize the faults in his demonic “Saviour”, which made him realize that Sabine’s affection, though genuine, did not match up with his ideal of love. Dami tried multiple things to stave off his returning loneliness, such as asking for pets of his own to take care of. Multiple rejections from those he lived with ignited an angry pride, and Dami once again began to practise his masks, shielding his hurts, angers, and pains from unsympathetic eyes.

His flirtations with the male pets came on the heels of his realization about Sabine, as Dami began to search elsewhere for love. This was when the problem of his upbringing reared its head; Dami had never learned nor had been taught how to genuinely bond with another person. The only way he knew was through seduction and flattery, neither of which gave him what he wanted. Taking advantage of Sabine’s zone outs, Dami began to travel into the nearby towns to find willing partners for the night. It wasn’t quite right but it was enough, and the flattery poured into his ears by his lovers counteracted the damaging effects of feeling himself to be truly alone.

It was during this time that Dami remembered his childhood fantasy best friend, James, who had later become a household servant that Dami was fond of, for he never reacted with disgust from what he knew Dami to be and occupy himself with. He had never spoken to him at length, but now, he began to construct a world where he had used his voice and had been rewarded for it. Speaking to “James”, his understanding imaginary figment, was another way for Dami to keep himself calm and controlled as the situation he was in grew worse by way of the demonic rages escalating. Once again, Damien began trying to reach out to others in the house, with varying results. A subtle shift in personality meant that Dami even began to act subtly antagonistic when it suited him. That only became truly clear when Dami stopped running away from Sabine during his rages, sometimes even seeking out the demon in his violent state.

One of the things Dami did was have a lover teach him how to fight, just enough for a decent self defense that nonetheless collapsed when faced with demonic strength. However, afterwards, Dami would be lavished with tender care, which may have been the motivation all along. The blond had never shown signs of being suicidal, and gave off a cheerful aura that screamed of his love for life. Consistently over the years he’s been fascinated by the changes around him, and he loved to read and learn about it. Recently though, he’s come to appreciate stillness. It’s new, but after centuries running from his past, that small piece of it isn’t so bad. When the stillness comes, Dami curls up with a book in the library, plays with his rabbits in their hutch outside, or heads into the woods, softly murmuring to himself and refreshing his daydreams. Here he gathers the strength to go back to a home where no one cares for him, and have his attempts to bond turned away time and time again. His pessimism is new, and seemingly at odds with his nature...but in truth, Damien is only blind when he wishes to be.



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Knowing what I know, how can I ask for more?

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"Nicholas, Nicholas… I like Nicholas! He loves animals, as do I, and he’s one of the friendliest in the house towards me. He doesn’t mind a hug or two, which is such a welcome change, and even at the start, he was never unkind about it, unlike some people I could mention… ‘It’ being my advances, especially since he looks so similar to James, still does. Sometimes I still slip, but he doesn’t seem to mind, much, and I do try. I’d like his eyes to be on me, but his love for his wife is admirable. I wish I knew what it was like to love and be loved that way…"

When Dami came out of his Sabine induced daze in the first years of his time with Sabine, Nicholas was the one he focused his affections on, both because of the man’s slight resemblance to James, and because his smiles were so much more welcoming than Lonan’s active avoidance. Dami managed to forge a connection and tried to push that deeper, but he was stopped cold by the revelation that Nicholas had had a wife he loved dearly. Enraptured as he was by the idea of true love, Dami backed off respectfully, and tries not to push the other too hard, though occasionally, his lust slips through. Recently, he’s been having some troubles communicating with the elder as he used to.




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I listened to you, now please, listen to me

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"She was ripped from a happy life into this, so I understand her resentment, though I don’t think she understands my gratitude. She’s violent and intelligent, and I think that by now she has a few screws loose. Her behaviour indicates this, at any rate, but when she’s calm, she’s nice to talk to. I very much enjoy her baking."

To Dami, Indigo is like a roommate he has no choice about. Because he can’t get away from her, he tolerates her for the sake of peace. He does enjoy talking to her though, and does not find her unreasonable. They have a shared interest in the new modern world, and Dami isn’t much bothered by her happy attitude because his is similar. He also thinks she’s lost a few marbles, but as she respects his requests not to get blood on the carpets, he deals with it.




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Not my fault I look better as a woman than you do~

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"If I could say one thing to her without consequences, it would be ‘There’s only one demon, so how about we share?’. Her eyes are completely the wrong colour, they should be a bright green. Natalia needs to relax and let go. If we weren’t ageless, she’d be covered in wrinkles, not from age but just from the sheer effort it must take to be so watchful of everyone. I should probably stop goading her"

Dami and Natalia started off on the wrong foot, from the moment Sabine carried the barely conscious male through the doors. Dami became a serious competitor for Sabine’s affections, something Natalia resented, and even though Dami has backed off, that rift hasn’t sealed. The blond seems to be at ease around the Third, never appearing hurt by her sharp tongue, though when in a mood, Dami can and will lash back out. He’s guilty of egging the redhead on, finding it a great amusement, as well as a small bit of vengeance for her continued dislike. Traces of the original competition linger between them, but the two do have several things in common. Not that that helps anything, really, but they probably could manage to get along... They just don’t want to.




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Let me love you, let me help you

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"I’ve been after him for years – how can I not, when he’s so nice to look at? - but every time he rejects me with the same scorn. Rejection I could understand, but scorn? Excuse me? I have done nothing to earn it. I want him, and I have had hints that his body, at least, wants me, but that’s nothing if he won’t let me. I’d want him to take initiative, mmm, yes, but as he dislikes me, he wouldn’t think of such a thing. What I can’t stand is that my attempts at becoming close to him are met with the same results as my seductions! But our Four, I can tell that he’s hurting inside. I don’t deny that I lust over him, but I could, would, help with that pain, if he would just let me. He isolates himself, and it’s allowing those wounds to fester. I don’t know what they are, but lonely silence will only make them worse."

Dami has made no secret of his lust for Lonan, but he also genuinely worries about the other man. He can sense Lonan’s sadness, but his attempts to reach out are always shut down as fast as his seductions. Dami has trouble understanding Lonan and deciphering his actions, because communications between the two are full of misunderstandings. The few moments they have had keep Dami’s hopes burning brightly, and so he waits for Lonan’s walls to fall patiently. Damien feels that a close relationship with someone will help with Lonan’s sadness, and if that relationship is with Dami, then the bird of his loneliness is killed with the same stone.




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If there’s something sweet inside, I leave it for others to find~

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"She’s scary, dark, and bitter, but I’ve seen that reluctant smile enough to know she isn’t completely cold. Maybe time will soften her reluctance to open up – unlikely, but time can change all things."

Dami is more than a little nervous around Imogen’s violence, but he’ll still try to strike up a conversation, or respond to a snide comment with his own dry commentary. He’s convinced there’s more layers to her, but she’s not his pet project on the opening up scale. He feels a mild accomplishment when he gets a smile out of her, though.




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Let me smile, for there’s no one to smooth away a frown

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"I’m wonderful! Attractive and bright and skilled. Just ask any of my lovers! My lovers who last only a night, before they go back to respectable lives and I hide away in a demon’s den until they long for my body again. And a lovely body it is! So smooth and tempting, a perfect shell to distract from my snarled mind. I can’t seem to control it, the sadness that devours my happiness though I have everything I wanted in my youth. I’m accustomed to being alone, so why does it hurt this much, when I’m turned away with shuttered eyes? If they don’t want this outward face, controlled and happy, what would they do if they knew the chaos? Chain me somewhere to die, most likely and oh God - can I even pray? – I don’t want to die and face that judgment when there’s so much I’ve done wrong that I can’t stand to look in the mirror. But I must to maintain the smiles, or my fears would come to pass. How can they hate one who is as lovely as me? I’m doing my best…"

Damien both loves and hates himself. He is proud of his appearance, of his talents and skills, but he feels himself to be an unwanted emotional mess. He’s lacking in the area of communications and bonding, which makes it difficult for him to really connect with people. He’s never been wanted in a serious way except for Sabine, and his own desperation scares and disgusts him. Dami would risk a lot for a chance to be special to someone. Usually Dami is at ease with himself, but when he tries to think of why he’s left so alone, he can’t think of a good reason. This results in a paranoia that something about him is just so immediately repulsive, and he’s simply unaware of the trait. To protect himself from these types of thoughts, Dami avoids introspection, and seeks out company to distract from the attempts to reason out why.




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Thank you, but…What do you want from me?

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"She’s quiet, but I’ve come to respect the silence, and with her she has a gentle air. She seems to care for me, but I’ve done nothing to earn it, and I do not know if she pretends, and if she fakes it, what she could possibly want. I cannot touch a woman that way, and this should be clear to her, but I think I would recognize a seduction. This is something else, something unfamiliar, and I fear the truth will hurt more than my uncertainty."

Dami appreciates that Madison tries to care for him…he just has no idea why she’s doing it. Dami doesn’t understand friendship as well as he might due to the life he’s led, so he’s trying to find an ulterior motive that isn’t there. However, the little things she does make him smile and he appreciates her.




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Heroes only exist in stories

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"It hurts now, the hope I had when he first came and we began to speak. I couldn’t suppress it, though I should have known. Another flight of fancy, that I could have someone at last, but I misunderstood… This is different from the rejections of the others, there I half expected it from the start. And now he avoids me, and I hurt when I think upon those first weeks. How could he lead me on so badly? I had believed he wouldn’t lie… But Knights and Heroes are from stories, not the world we walk in. At least his form is still pleasing to the eye, and I can watch him as he moves, as long as I don’t let my thoughts slip back to those impossible hopes again."

Dami feels it’s his fault for falling for a dream, but Dami is still hurting from his rejection by Aedan. To tell a secret, he became enamoured with the soldier quite quickly, his heart ever hopeful for the hero in this story. When he was rejected, he crashed hard, and the memory is still painful because every rejection is harder and harder to bear. He doesn’t show it, treating Aedan the same as the other males, but there’s a part of him angry over that early rejection. There’s also Dami’s habitual lust, and the underlying desire to rebuild their friendship that Dami refuses to acknowledge – and that that friendship would have been enough.



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"He saved me, but cursed me at the same time. I am the attendant of a demon, and I didn’t have a chance to say no when I sold my soul. I had no future and was unwanted, but here the future is endless, with no rest in sight. I do not know – I can’t hate him, but if it weren’t for him I’d be at peace by now, asleep in the cold ground. But yet, this life is better than before. Am I ungrateful? I’d have died happy at the beginning, but he cannot love and this is no gift to those who are alone."

Dami’s feelings towards Sabine are a convoluted mess. He’s grateful to the demon for rescuing him from his old life, but he’s slowly wasting away in the new one and there’s no end in sight. He loves what Sabine does for him, but hates that he is trapped. He accepts Sabone’s affections, but wishes they were the kind of love he’s wanted all his life. Dami doesn’t hate Sabine, he feels that he cannot. But the days when he thought he loved the demon are gone, and what’s left is an odd limbo between acquaintance, lover, jailer, and so much more. However confused he may be, Dami accepts Sabine’s cuddles easily, and even seeks them out regularly. The demon lavishes him with presents, which he takes full advantage of. Also, Dami often tries to teach Sabine a few more…carnal embraces. It’s convenient for Damien, and the demon is an eager learner. Well, until another pet goes and ruins Dami’s hard work by telling the demon these touches are bad.



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-Dami hasn't said anything about his past beyond that he was born noble and that he met Sabine at a party. Anyone who has heard him murmuring can infer that "James" was very important to him and his comments imply a tension in his familial situation
-He's flirty with the men, either distant or friendly with the women, and generally appears to be happy and peppy
-He makes no secret of what he does when he visits town
-Smart, though that only comes up when you engage him in discussion
-Enthusiastic.
-Not likely to show when he's upset, more likely to leave the situation. When upset and fleeing, he rushes down the halls head down ignoring everyone
-Likes Sabine cuddles
-Occasional mood swings
-Owns two pet rabbits and is friendly with the horses in the stables
-Very proud of his music
-Usually answers when spoken to.

So begins...

Damien Moore's Story

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Character Portrait: Sabine Cayne Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Indigo Pelacour Character Portrait: Madison Harper Character Portrait: Natalia Catherine Estbury Character Portrait: Aedan Huntington Character Portrait: Imogen Bennett Character Portrait: Lonan Auraxtin Character Portrait: Nicholas Sartre
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The silence descended over the house like a spring shower, suddenly muting the usually boisterous demon and sending his companions skittering into their corners to occupy themselves without fear of intrusion. In the year since they took over this abandoned sprawl of land all the humans had settled back down, claiming their territory and making themselves at home in the old husk of a building. In the last few months it had grown a bit homier, a little more lived in, and anyone who so chose could disappear into the woodwork of the tangled hive of halls in the languid structure.

Sabine brooded like this frequently these days. It was undoubtedly better than the alternative, but the fits of catatonia tended to deeply affect the mood of the house. At times like this, the demon could sit, staring vacantly into the middle distance as if reliving memories, almost entirely unaware of his surroundings. These slow states were good for a good hair-brushing session, some reading, or a long cuddle, if one as willing to tolerate the iron grip of the demon for a few hours until an opportunity for escape made itself momentarily available or Sabine woke back up.

So the humans had nearly a week to do as they pleased, as long as they didn’t draw too close to the blank-eyed creature slumped over in an armchair in the library. The book he’d been trying to read before the mood hit him lay face down on the floor below him, still open to the last page he’d read before it slid from his suddenly nonexistent grip.

In the early evening on that warm, lazy spring day, however, the lanky figure started, suddenly sitting straight again. He blinked twice, looking around as if he couldn’t figure out how he’d ended up in this place. Slowly, like a man on stilts, he rose and wandered down the halls to his rooms, located at the heart of the winged manor. Thin fingers tugged through his mussed golden curls as he tried to remember which century he currently existed in. Where were they, exactly? The memories dribbled like sludge through his mind, out of reach for a few desperate moments.

While he did not need to sleep, the humans did, and as the hour grew later, he sensed sleep settle over the manor, along with that strange urge to hold his breath to remain perfectly quiet. He could not sleep, though, as much as he would like to. He couldn’t. Not anymore. At one point, sleep had been one more human delight to explore, but recently it was only a slog into his own fractured psyche something he had no particular desire to face. The nightmares plagued his dreams more often than not, and it was much easier to hide from these problems than to wake up again and again with the chill of fear wrapped around his throat. If one of the humans wanted him to lie with them until they fell asleep, he would be more than happy lie still and hold them close for a few hours, but he did not sleep. He mostly occupied himself with wondering what his sweet pets dreamt about.

The demon busied himself with cleaning up, gazing into the mirror that hung above the washstand in his room as he filled the basin from a porcelain jug. While they had a few rooms already furnished with running water, largely in and in the rooms surrounding the kitchen on the first floor, it was simply too difficult to try and run lines throughout the whole of the old house. As it was, the piping that led to one of the many wells on the vast grounds was painfully obvious against the significantly less modern façade of their home. The large roll top bath he’d put in was very nice, as was the cistern that flushed the toilet, they weren’t much more than luxuries for humans that no longer needed to eat or drink and therefore rarely perspired, and only truly needed a bath when the managed to get themselves somehow incredibly dirty. The would only produce waste when they bothered to eat, which was more for some than others, so the running water was mostly used to washing clothes and filling buckets to wash the floor and filling jugs for the washstands on the upper floors.

Nonetheless, there was something pleasurable about running the damp cloth along the slim lines of his form. How human he looked, in so many aspects! It was amazing to think that he’d made this body with his own two hands. While there had been unforeseen difficulties, especially when it came to his innards, he could hardly fix those things now—the pets would surely starve to death if he left. He had no clue how long it’d take to rewire everything, it had taken ages to get the outside of the body to work properly to begin with it. The only things he’d managed to build somewhat properly were the skeletal and muscular systems. His cardiovascular system was fairly accurate, but some of the humans had seemed surprised that his heart was near his core, instead of higher in his chest. He still didn’t understand why their hearts weren’t central, but he didn’t push the issue. It wasn’t important anyway, and neither was his lack of a digestive system. It wasn’t like he ate that much anyway, and he didn’t mind being ill for the sake of the pets when he did eat.

The demon studied himself for a few long moments in his mirror, a deep sigh escaping his lung. What sad blue eyes stared back at him. Wasn’t he acting the fool? How could he be so morose when there was so much here for him? This was his home, his family. Wasn’t this what he wanted? He had a safe place to live, he had company, what more could he ask for? Persisting in this gloomy manner simply would not do. It’d be akin to giving up. He couldn’t do that. He couldn’t let that happen. Time meandered on with or without him, and the humans followed it, despite their relative immortality. 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 usual. He had what he’d always wanted, he should be happy! The demon smiled at himself. This was a common ritual. Every time he fell back into that dark place, he had to remind himself that this was the life that he’d chosen. There were no other options. He’d made this. If he wasn’t proud of it, who would be? And these humans were his responsibility anyway. It would be cruel to neglect them.

After combing out his hair, he dressed again in soft greys and blues, draped a coat over his shoulders, and wandered outside. The moon hung, fat and overripe, at the apex of the sky. Moonlight spattered over the path, turning the flora and statuary into silver-haloed silhouettes. If there was another soul in his path, he either did not notice them, or they were too skilled at hiding for him to spot them. The night air was slightly chilly, a reminder of the freshly passed winter. A faint shiver crept up Sabine’s back as he observed the flower buds trying vainly to bloom. The last snow was long behind them, but spring struggled to manifest itself, only fitfully warming the air.

Sabine sighed. Even after all these centuries, he still couldn’t control these foreign human emotions. Even with memories of home far behind him, he remembered how much easier it had been to live in a body that had been made specifically for him, a form where his soul did fit, where it didn’t leak out haphazardly, leading to these fits of rage and moroseness he so despised. His dislike of these issues, however, seemed only to make them worse. Things had been so terrible lately, he couldn’t go even a month without breaking down at least once. Why? It wasn’t fair. He just wanted to live, take care of the humans and enjoy the earth. Why were things falling apart like this?

This peace, in the wake of such strong emotion, however, was much welcomed. It was one good thing about this world, about this body. No matter how sad or angry he became, 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 struggling with these stupid emotions that so easily and frequently bested him was not something he could share with any of the humans. Not even those closest to him. Theirs was supposed to be a carefree existence. He couldn’t burden them with his troubles, it wouldn’t be right. Even if this anger seemed to be doing the job for him. And the forgetfulness. Coming back to himself to see them broken and cowering was one thing, but to see their face fall when he forgot something important was even worse. And it had been happening so frequently lately. He should start keeping a list of important things nearby just in case. The fear of losing whatever continuum of memory he still clung to was a complex bundle of thoughts he’d been doing his very best to avoid thus far. If he didn’t think about it, it wasn’t a problem, right?

Right.

Sometimes, though, in the dead of night like this, he wondered if he should just let them all go. It wouldn’t be fair, though. They would die slow, agonizing deaths by starvation. How could he willingly play party to that? He still didn’t know exactly how they would die, other than suppositions based on how they began to act once they grew hungry, but he was fairly sure it’d be highly unpleasant. And he wasn’t about to experiment on a human to find out for sure. He wasn’t that kind of person.

They had enough troubles on their own anyway, didn’t they.

He just needed to remind himself to keep his chin up, to stay happy. Everything would turn out just fine, as long as he stayed content with the way things were. Life would continue on as it always had. As the sun began to stain the horizon with early morning color over the trees, Sabine sat down on a stone bench, facing an angelic fountain he’d acquired long ago and never really had the heart to get rid of. Now the stone had been worn down so much that the poor cherub was barely distinguishable. It was a trinket of a time since passed, a gift from someone long forgotten and longer dead.

It was funny. Sabine’s memory was incredibly vast, but as the years passed it worsened not because he lost the memories, but because it was too difficult to find them. It didn’t help that every fit of emptiness or anger caused little blips of nothingness on the fabric of his consciousness, and everything seemed to be fraying, connections lost and chaos reigning in his memory recall. He sighed, his shoulders rising and falling resignedly. He gazed up at the lightening sky for a few moments, one of millions of sunrises he’d seen. They were always so precious, though. He never tired of them. A new day. His eyes slid shut, head tilted back in an almost rapturous pose as peace settled over him. Life would continue for his little household as it always did. Everything would be fine.

Everything would be just fine.

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

They were all probably starting to get hungry anyway. He’d gotten into the habit of waiting for them to come to him if they needed to eat because, while some of them came willingly, trying to feed the others before the bite of hunger stirred them was like trying to drag a cat out of the attic. So it was easier to let them come to him, but he knew that some of the humans didn’t like to approach him when he was in catatonia. So hopefully those who required food would alert him during breakfast, and they could feed without issue.

Most of them did a good job about staying on top of their hunger. Perhaps they were ashamed by the violent measures they would inadvertently enact if they waited too long. He didn’t mind having his throat chewed out or his wrists scratched up on occasion—it was its own form of affection—but it seemed to bother several of them. It didn’t hurt him overmuch, but that didn’t seem to change the popular opinion.

It was a human thing.

A light, early morning breeze tugged at his long blond curls as he trotted back towards the manor, and the chill made him pull his jacket closer. It was time to gather the troops. Those who’d noticed that he’d vacated his spot from the night before would not be surprised to see him bouncing around, but those who hadn’t would certainly be caught off guard by his sudden mood change. Especially since he had the bad 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 choose their own rooms, so they were scattered all over. He didn’t linger long after finding any one pet, just long enough to tell them to go down to the kitchens and help prepare for breakfast. Any argument was met with a cheerful promise that if they didn’t come down, he’d carry them down himself and tie them to a chair. Some of the humans were still in their rooms—some 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 so easily diverted once he’d gotten what he wanted. It was also a good time to ask Sabine for new items, whether pets, clothing, or other trinkets, because he was usually in a fair mood when everyone was gathered together.

Once he’d finally assembled everyone, however, he made the realization that two members of the household were missing. The Blackbird he was unsurprised about, the golden-eyed boy was endlessly playing games, trying to keep a step out of reach. His Fox, however, came as a surprise, she usually attended when he called to her. But, as it was, he had two arms, he could carry them both down if he had to.

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Character Portrait: Sabine Cayne Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Indigo Pelacour Character Portrait: Madison Olivia Harper Character Portrait: Natalia Catherine Estbury Character Portrait: Aedan Huntington Character Portrait: Imogen Bennett Character Portrait: Lonan Auraxtin Character Portrait: Nicholas Sartre
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It was still fairly early in the morning, before the sun could properly flood into the halls and light the cool passages of the manor house. Sabine was on a mission. A mission to find Aedan and beseech him to go downstairs. First stop, Aedan's room. He'd already encountered some of the others, in less than stellar moods, by this point, so he wasn't sure exactly how his little snow leopard would respond to the request, but there was nothing to do but to do it. And after all, whether he liked it or not, Aedan would go down to the kitchen. Sabine's track record so far was too impeccable for a single fussy human to stop him in his tracks.

So quietly, Sabine pushed into Aedan's room. It was still dark, and he could hear the soft, steady sounds of Aedan breathing. Oh, he was asleep. How cute. Aedan's tousled blond locks were sprawled over his face and some of the silky strands covered his closed eyes. Number 8's lips were slightly open and far more innocent and inviting than they were in his waking hours. Those lush lips were often frowning, stuck in a firm line or opened to growl at him in his anger. Yes, a snow leopard with fire in its eyes on the waking but now looked more a kitten than a ferocious cat. Sabine paused for a moment to appreciate the human's slumber. He tried to stay quiet as he crept nearer, bending down a little so he could whisper his little kitten's name to rouse him as he gently pushed the wayward strands away from the planes of his face.

The young knight himself was having a rare, pleasant dream. Usually his nights were plagued with nightmares. He often replayed the death of Ronan and then his own brutal assault and near death experience. But tonight, tonight the darkness had enfolded him in the world of the book sprawled open beside him. He had fallen asleep while reading which seemed to allow his brain to finally depart from the harsh reality and sooth him. His mind was far away from the mischevious demon, depicting of falling cherry blossoms over a pond with large koi dancing beneath the surface. Aedan extended his hand to let his fingers idly slip into the water and-

Aedan felt a presence too near. Something was telling him to wake, but he didn't rouse at first, too lost in the sweetness of his dreams and the aroma of the blossoms. Then he felt a subtle warmth moving closer and closer to his head until the lilting breath touched his ears as it whispered his name. The hairs on his skin immediately stood on end and his eyes snapped open. His nightmares and pain immediately screamed at him to defend himself, to prevent the agony he knew would be coming. He gasped and his hand, now curled into a fist, instinctively jolted upward to hit the head that was besides his to get some distance from him. Once he completed his punch with a satisfying 'smack', he scrambled backwards and fell right off the bed. He didn't have time to feel sorry or think about the pain in his rump. He grabbed his sword and sprang to his feet panting and eyes wild.

At the strike, Sabine reeled back a few steps, looking rather surprised, his hand gently touching the place Aedan had made contact. It stung vaguely for a moment before the bruise healed into nothingness again, as if it'd never happened. And now Aedan was standing again, holding his sword, his voice a low growl. Sabine just smiled, pleased that the human was awake now.

That's when Aedan realized the dark phantom was just Sabine.

Oh. Sabine. That is right; he lived with the strange demon. He wasn't at his lord's abode and he wasn't being attacked. He was fine. Safe. For the most part. Wait, wasn't Sabine catatonic in the library? He had been tiptoeing around him to get the books he wanted to read. It looked like Sabine was feeling better today at least. These mood swings Sabine had were quite unnerving and he didn't know what to do with the demon. Even though he had been happy Sabine wasn't all over him, he knew something had been wrong. Aedan exhaled a pent up breath he hadn't realized he was holding.


"What the hell are you doing? You scared me half to death!" he growled and slammed the sword back into its sheath.

"I'm sorry for scaring you, darling," Sabine said cheerfully, his hand moving from the place where a bruise had been for all of ten seconds to run through his hair instead. "I wanted to invite you down for breakfast with everyone. I thought it might be fun if I gathered everyone up to eat together." His voice was undeniably cheerful in the darkened room, as if it alone could illuminate the surroundings.

"Damn it, Sabine! Wake me up like a normal person next time! Just call my name and knock on the door. What if I had a dagger in my hand? I would have gutted you! Personal space! You'd think you'd learn by now, considering how many times I have already kicked and punched you." He shook his head and took a moment to calm himself. "Well I am up. Go on now," he said and tried to shoo him away. He was honestly a bit surprised when the demon all but skipped out of the room. Aedan arched an eye at the man before he shook his head. He sighed softly and ran a hand through his hair. "I was having such a nice dream..." he grumbled then before he locked the door though he didn't think that would stop Sabine from entering it.

He quickly went about his business getting ready. He donned his light clothing, a pale blue shirt and pants this time, and his black leather armor and adjusted his belt and his sword. He caressed the hilt gently, remember once more the life he couldn't return to. He wondered how his family was doing. Had they suffered terribly because of his blasphemy? Had they been kicked off the lord's lands and forced to scavenge or go back to the factories? His grip tightened on the hilt and forced his mind elsewhere.

Breakfast. Sabine had mentioned breakfast. Sabine had called for breakfast once before but he hadn't gone downstairs to join anyone. It had been a month after his life had changed and Sabine had given him the reprieve he needed. He hadn't been ready to be around all the other pets. What exactly did this breakfast consist of? Did they all just... sit there and wait to drink Sabine's blood? Did they all just drink? Did they actually sit down and have a normal human breakfast? He grew a bit queasy at the scene that developed in his mind; of all of them just hanging on the demon. It made him want to curl up under the covers again but he doubted that Sabine would let him stay up here again and he really didn't want to deal with a clingy demon dragging him downstairs.

Speaking of blood, Aedan felt the pang in his abdomen. He touched his stomach lightly and swallowed hard. The hunger had been bothering him for the past couple of days and today the sharpness of it made him ache. He had tried not drinking blood before and found that if he went too long without drinking, the hunger became maddening to the point he couldn't think of anything else. The agony that lurked was something he didn't want to experience. It had felt like someone had been sawing at his innards and he had become snappy to people around him. Not to mention he had been humiliated when he remembered the desperation he had fallen into at Sabine's feet, begging and shaking like an addict for his next fix.

That episode had occurred not long from when he had first arrived and it came with the realization that he was dependent on the demon and his blood. It didn't help with his mental state when he remembered the ecstatic euphoria that came over him when he drank the blood; the momentary monster he became in his need to consume that warm liquid. Even now he hated how his mouth watered at the very thought of it. And he knew he had to ask Sabine for blood today. He didn't want to be desperate again.

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7 days, 13 hours and 43 minutes… No… 6 days. How many days had it been? Imogen had a difficult enough time keeping the days of the week straight any given week. But what little sense of passing time she had flew out the window the second Sabine went catatonic. She would have bet money on that fact that some of the demon’s precious pets were in a tizzy without their over glorified demon available for whatever purposes they needed.

For Imogen that meant a week of whatever freedom she could muster. That was a rarity in that household. It wasn’t even 24 hours into Sabine’s minor coma that she attempted to escape… runaway. It’s not like any of the others were going to stop her or anything. They wanted her there as much as she wanted to be there. One of their few mutual standings in her eyes. But unfortunately for her she made it what? 5 miles? Before she felt the tug. Was it because she’s been tethered to Sabine for so many years? The blood was like a deep rooted magnetism with its claws hook deep inside her. With ever step she took away the strong the force tugging her back was.

She fought for as long as she could, and even then she made it another mile before she cracked. Imogen’s body caved in and collapsed to her knees. A cage for a cage. Her life was a joke. She didn’t know what she hated more the literal cage where people paid money to gawk at her deformity or physical cage that Sabine has trapped her in for eternity. It was cruel. Freedom was right there before her. She could taste its sweet nectar but with every outstretched hand and attempted clutch it was like trying to catch clouds.

On her trek back Imogen contemplated other options. She could drain some of Sabine’s blood if she could distract the other pets. But how long would that last her? How far could she make it? Scratch that. Her mind kept rolling over every idea… Every possibility. But it was pointless. She’s thought of everything before. Her only freedom would be death and well, being immortal sort of put a damper on that scenario.

After returning back to the manor Imogen made her way up to the dark abysmal pit that was her room and barricaded herself inside. Her sanctuary for lack of a better word. The only place that was darker than her heart was this room. If something wasn’t black it was navy blue or a dark purple… So everything was basically black.

She went straight for the little wooden desk that sat before the large windows draped in black tulle. Imogen tore through the drawers until she found an old stack of parchment with scribblings upon it. A list… At least 10 pages long. All with numerous forms of self-mutilation that in a normal person would all result in the same thing… Death. Who knew how long Sabine would be like this. But Imogen hoped more than anything that he’d wake to find himself less a pet.

With nothing better to do with her time she trailed her finger down the list until she found her next available option. Recovering her quill from its inkwell, she scratched a line through it. She then stood up. She stepped from her chair to the top of her desk. She pushed open the windows, leaning her head out to glance down at the ground far below. She was tempted… Oh was she tempted. But angrily she turned around and slammed the windows shut before plopping her rump down on her desk. She already knew the outcome. Her body would be a hot mangled mess and then she’d have to drag her ass towards Sabine who very well might pull her into unwanted contact if she tried to feed from him so she could heal. Yeah no.

Over the remaining period of days Imogen exhausted her list even trying somethings more than once. Drowning herself in the bathtub? Well honestly, it was much like lying in a bathtub absent water… Boring, useless and got her nowhere. Laudanum? Left her vomiting for the better half of a day... And so the list went on and on.

By this point Imogen was lying on the floor in the center of her room. Most of her wounds had began to scab over looking uglier than they were. But there were still hints of foul play plaguing her body. She rested her cheek upon a bent arm while she used a knife to chip at the dried blood that turned her dark ebony stained wood floors into the aftermath of a massacre. Her legs kicked back and forth in the air as she switched between picking at the blood, to carving into the wood and even playing that game many stupid young boys play where they quickly stab the blade between their fingers and see how long they can go before hitting a finger. With each slip up the blade piercing her skin withdrew a wince from her lips. No the wounds were nothing dire but still her fingers were plagued with little ticks. Turns out she was just adding to the blood upon the floor.

Footsteps could be heard approaching down the hall. Imogen cursed under her breath. No doubt who it could be because in all honesty he was the only one daft enough to come and initiate contact with her while she was barricaded in her room. Sure she could have gotten up and locked the door far before he even attempted to unlatch the door, but that took more effort than she was willing to emit. So she simply shifted so that she was laying on her back and began tossing the knife up into the air, allowing it to fall only to catch it before it impale her face.

She repeated and repeated again until the blade penetrated the palm of her left hand as she was distracted by the jiggling of the doorknob. Imogen quickly yanked the knife from her palm and hurled it towards the door just as it opened. The blade whizzed through the air and slammed into the doorframe missing Sabine’s nose by less than an inch.

“Damn.” Imogen grumbled. She half hoped it would gouge out his eye or take the tip of his nose in passing. But sadly no such luck. Glancing down she was brought back to reality with the blood and scratches that covered her digits. SHe quickly hid her hands behind her back before the almighty demon had a heart attack at her very minor wounds.

He made his way right into her room without asking for permission, nothing new. “Kitten~” Sabine said, leaning against the doorframe, “I was wondering if—”

“No.” Plain and to the point. She didn’t care what he had to say. She wanted no part in any of it.

Sabine paused, momentarily surprised by the interruption before continuing brightly. “Are you sure? I’m sure the others would be disappointed if they didn’t see you.”

Imogen busted out in almost full hearted laughing to only break it off abruptly to stare in dead in the eyes. “Even someone as stupid as you couldn’t believe that.”

He fixed her with a steady, challenging stare, though his voice never lost the cheerful edge. “And if I don’t see you down there when I go to check, I might just have to come up here and carry you down myself, princess. Wouldn’t that be fun!” He offered a brilliant smile and then bounced off without waiting for a response.

After Sabine left she quickly got up and made sure to slam her door… Then again… And again a third time for good measure. No she didn’t want to fucking go to breakfast with any of them. None. Period. But on the other hand he would just be back to take her by force. A locked door would only stop him for so long.

“Do I wanna go? Of course not.”

“But he’ll just be back for you if you don’t go.”

“Yeah I know.”

“And he’ll actually make you go…”

“I know.”

“… By force.”

“Yeah yeah I know.”

Imogen angrily kicked her door, yelled before rubbing her temples. “Oh my god… I’m going crazy. It starts with talking to myself… Next thing I know I’ll be going suicidal because ‘the voices’ tell me to.” She went to walk to her wardrobe and froze mid step. “Oh wait…” She laughed weakly at her own instability as she closed the distance towards her wardrobe.

She opened the door of the oak furnishing and let her hands diligently finger through the clothing. “Black, black or… Pink?” She yanked the piece of disgusting colored clothing and hastily chucked it out the window. “Fucking… people.”

Imogen stripped out of the clothes she has worn for the entire week without even a thought to changing. She decided if she was actually going to be seen she’d dress proper… Well proper enough. No matter how much threatening Sabine did he wouldn’t catch her in a dress. Instead she grabbed one of her many black suits and a purple blouse. It took no time to get dressed into the outfit when a corset and bustle weren’t necessary.

But the clothes weren’t the important part. Imogen knelt down before a lower drawer, slowly pulling it open to reveal her ascots with their matching gloves beside them. A weird hobby but something small that brought a little joy. She pulled out the black lace set then moved before the mirror so she could perfectly tie the ascot, and pin it down with a pearl pin. Before putting on her gloves she slips on her Mary Janes, lacing them up slower than what was properly necessary.

Deeming herself ready enough, Imogen exited her room and headed down the hall. She took her steps very slow, making no need to hurry to breakfast as she slips her gloves on slowly and carefully passed the cuts upon her hands.

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Dawn in the forests was lovely, birdsong filling the cool crisp air. Little feet pattered back and forth in the silence, the small creatures gathering their food like every other day. It was a soft breeze that brought the first change, and the animals with sharp noses took notice. Something was coming. It wasn’t long before footsteps made the earth thrum with each vibration, and a bright blur of motion made the birds go silent, only to pick up once the movement was past and they were safe once more. Harsh panting filled the air, and to the most sensitive ears, it was matched by a pounding human heart.

Damien Moore lifted his head up to the sky, peering past the early budding leaves to check where the sun was in the sky. He’d been out in town for the past few days, visiting his lovers for a few nights and revelling in the illusion of freedom for a bit. This morning, between teasing comments and stealing snatches of food and being ushered out of the house before anyone saw him and wondered why he’d spent the night, his intuition had started to make him uneasy. Go home it whispered as he’d brushed off his garments. You’ve had your fun, now return to the manor

He’d left even before the sunrise and had been making a steady pace since then, trekking back through the woodlands, letting the branches catch on him, lending to his story of a walk in the woods. None of the others would believe him, he already knew. But the demon would, and if he returned to an active Sabine, then the more realistic the better. His white shirt, though loose, was made of a material so fine it was almost translucent, and now it clung to his body desperately, as did the pants curving around his legs. The pale grey coat was slung over his right arm for now, as he wasn’t particularly cold, and as Dami walked, he shifted it to his left and stretched as well as he could without losing speed.

His body was aching and it wasn’t pleased with the action he demanded from it. Dami mused that he could feel the individual bruises slowly fading away, but they’d remain there for some time until he could drink. Whether by a “family breakfast” or by stealing from Sabine’s still form, he’d be in top shape by noon. In top shape and bored…he wasn’t about to risk leaving once again. And the manor, despite its secrets, was home…

Wiping his hair from face, Dami continued onward, moving faster than before. The trees thinned soon, and beyond them rose the manor, stately in the morning light. The blond crossed quickly, bursting through the doors, and as they slammed shut, he tilted his head back and forth much like the small creatures he’d startled not long ago. He could hear footsteps, voices… Quietly, using the side stairwells, he got to his room without being seen.

He shut the door before stripping off, letting the clothing fall to the floor in crumpled heaps. They had served well, but for now their job was done. His skin, once bared, told a story of lust and pleasure written by hands and lips. As he drew a damp cloth over the marks, he smiled, remembering the moments. His time in town was never quiet, never lonely – he often felt his best there, most alive when playing his game. And truth be told, Dami was a champion of lust. He’d had years to hone his skills and rarely nowadays seduced consciously, thinking of each step. His cues were often nonverbal, layered under innuendo and tone, combined with shy, smouldering eyes. It was a system that had always worked, and the men who still welcomed him into their beds were a testament to his success.

The blue walls of his room enclosed him in familiarity as Dami went to sit on the large bed, and drew his comb from under the unused pillows to neaten up his hair. Navy curtains fluttered in a slight breeze, sunlight spilling in between them and brightening the surprisingly dark room. Damien had decorated in deep blues for fabrics and rich browns for furniture, the only lighter colour being silver, which was only present in accents. His room was meant to be somewhere where he could curl up and hide, not a place to entertain guests. He had another room for that, somewhere on the first floor, a place as bright and cheery as his typical attitude. It didn’t get much use, and most of Dami’s time in it was spent dusting and airing out. Even he disliked it, being honest to himself. There was a reason this was his bedroom and not the sunshiney room downstairs.

Plus everything of his was stored here, like the comb under the pillows, or the new clothing he pulled from the wardrobe. Neat form fitting black slacks, and a blue shirt very similar in form to the white one he’d worn before except for the high collar hiding one particularly noticeable love bite. He carelessly dropped the old clothes into the hamper behind his door, then fussed with his hair in the mirror, drew a smile onto his face, and wandered casually downstairs.

He caught Nick just as he was heading into the kitchen, but held back to watch – what, he hadn’t seen any of them for a few days! – and then fussed with his own appearance, hair and collar especially, hovering outside the room for a long few moments. He then checked his saunter – a lazy sway back and forth should do it – and sashayed into the room, where all the others, save for Four, Natalia, and Sabine, were present.

“Good Morning!” he sang, looking around with bright eyes. “Hello Madison, Imogen, ooo, is that French toast Indie? Good choice!” He danced over to take a closer look at the cooking in progress, then got up close and personal with Aedan, saying his good morning lowly, complete with bedroom eyes. He greeted Nicholas just as fondly but less invasively, and was just going to settle down when Sabine entered, with the last two pets being carried in his arms. The blond immediately fussed with his collar again, and was completely ready when their resident demon turned, saw him, and exclaimed, "Oh! My Hart, there you are!"

Dami beamed, chirping “Good Morning, Sabine” before throwing himself into the demon’s arms for a hug. He relished the warmth, then wiggled free, going to settle at the table. The smell of cinnamon filled the air as their breakfast cooked, and as he saw a large bowl of cream being whipped, he smiled wickedly, already getting the inklings of an idea into his pretty head.

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Sabine strolled into the kitchen with a spring in his step, pleased to see the bustle that had already sprung up. Despite his first instinct to engage with everyone, the way Lonan kept struggling sporadically like a slowly suffocating fish was enough to remind him that he still had passengers to let down. Sabine's grip tightened on the boy as he lowered Nattia so she could daintily dismount from his arm. She swept off immediately through the door to the dining room, but the demon waited a moment before following her, shifting Lonan in his hands. He held the boy under the arms firmly so he couldn't make a wriggling escape, feet dangling down, 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 cheerfully, though a cool expression iced over his eyes for a second. Just as quickly as it came, however, his countenance shifted again, and he grinned and wrinkled his nose a bit at his blackbird.

Through the archway, into the dining room they went. The adjoining room was spacious, the fair wall occupied by a yawning bay window looking over a smaller garden, tree-studded hills visible in the middle-distance. The sun slanted through the windows haphazardly, illuminating dark oak floors and paneling that was slowly fading from the near constant assault from the sun. The long table set in the center of the room atop a slightly threadbare red and gold runner carpet. The table looked much newer than the rest of the room, from the perpetually dusty maroon wallpaper and molding to the precariously hanging golden chandelier hung above (it was dubious whether the thing could hold candles anymore, but it looked pretty, so Sabine hadn't bothered to take it down yet.) Four chairs sat on one side of the table, and five on the other, and none at the head--or foot--of the table. Sabine liked to sit in the middle on the right side (where there were five chairs so he could be properly in the middle.)

Nattia was already seated beside his usual spot, and he shot her a fond smile as he forcibly sat Four down in the chair across from his. "
If he tries to make a break for it, give me a shout, would you, Red?" he said, glancing at her again before moving back towards the kitchen.

If he was correct, everyone was here now except..."
Oh! My Hart, there you are!" He said as he spotted the blond. The other smiled brilliantly at him and threw himself into a hug. As Sabine momentarily rested his cheek against the top of Damien's head, holding him tightly, he noted that the male smelled like the outdoors. Grass? Maybe that's why he hadn't been able to find him, he hadn't checked the gardens this morning yet, so perhaps the Deer had been outside on a morning walk and managed to reenter at a lucky time. He did not protest as the other pulled away, though he missed the warmth of the embrace already, and then continued on to investigate the making of breakfast.

Which meant persistently getting in the way of those who were cooking, as that was his only talent in the kitchen. He just wanted to be amidst the bustle and activity of his humans. And also make an attempt to put his hands on anyone who got too close. But, as he tended to when Nick was near and also doing things that didn't include paying attention to him, he primarily followed the dark haired male around, watching him work with mixed interest and curiosity on his face.

He did make himself useful in carrying things back and forth as the humans started to finish up on preparing the breakfast. Though he was not one for eating, he would still do it, especially if it was something made by one of the pets. He didn't understand food very well, but anything one of his humans made had to be good, right? Anyways, just having everyone together was enough to make him grin all over himself as breakfast preparations finished and everyone started to settle down at the table.

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Character Portrait: Sabine Cayne Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Indigo Pelacour Character Portrait: Madison Olivia Harper Character Portrait: Natalia Catherine Estbury Character Portrait: Aedan Huntington Character Portrait: Imogen Bennett Character Portrait: Lonan Auraxtin Character Portrait: Nicholas Sartre
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They approached to Four’s quarters, and Natalia’s face grew stormier with each step. All her giddiness from just moments earlier dissolved into a brooding anger, directed mostly at Four. She never liked sharing Sabine’s attention, and this was no exception. That despised door lurked in a dim corridor, as far as possible from all others. It was suiting, really, for a fusty, reclusive bumpkin like Four. 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. 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 outright with insulting the lout of a boy, no matter if he did deserve it.

Though Four looked rather startled and barely half awake, rather like a young child, his expression soon turned to one of disgust that mirrored Nattia’s own glare. Sabine set her on the now overturned dresser, and Natalia arranged herself 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 clod would stop acting like a spoiled child.

Sabine fairly tackled the boy to the bed, and, despite the stirrings of jealousy in her, she found herself interested to see how things would turn out. Four struggled and Nattia snorted derisively, amused by his helplessness. Sabine asked about how much sleep the boy had gotten, and only got a rebuff in response. Nattia scoffed once more at Four’s useless resistance. It truly was bothersome, even when directed at Sabine. When he levered a venomous gaze 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 ignored 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 sneer 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 rolled her eyes in annoyance at the antics as Sabine merely dragged him up until he was hanging upside down in Sabine’s vice-like grip. What a comical sight! Still, Nattia thought that the embarrassment quite suited the boy. Maybe now he would give up and desist with the foolish resistance.

Nattia started when Four suddenly lurched, bringing his foot up to connect with Sabine’s face. The demon’s blood began to dribble from a nose that took 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,” she spat out the words like a curse, pausing to smirk before she continued. “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 nestled back on 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, her irritation plain on her face. The boy was so insufferable, and 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 much 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 as soon as possible. She had no patience for banter, for now.

As soon as they entered the kitchen, Nattia could feel the general attention shift in their direction. She straightened, levering a haughty gaze at whoever dared to look 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 Lonan 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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Imogen had zero intentions of actually arriving to this breakfast in a timely manner. As she walked her nimble fingers kept tugging and fidgeting with the lace of her gloves. Although pretty, they were irritating the slashes and cuts that she was trying to conceal. She prayed that they scabbed up relatively quickly so she didn't have to explain to clingy-mc-kidnapper why she was inflicting self harm. She's had that lecture one too many times.

She came to a stop when she passed by one of the many insignificant little tables in the halls. There were two rather large porcelain vases on either side with very very dead flowers draped over in them littering the floor with dead petals. But Imogen couldn't careless about any of that, it was the ornate mirror that hung on the wall above the table that made her stop.

Her reflection actually brought a gasp to her lips. She looked like death. Although, Imogen wished she was actually dead to match the appearance. There were dark circles under her eyes that would put most insomniacs and alcoholics to shame. Her skin was frightfully paler than it already was, giving her the appearance of a ghostly figure instead of a somewhat living and breathing creature. She pouted her lips. There wasn't much to be done at this point, she was halfway to the kitchen. So for the sake of some sort of effort, she gave her cheeks a couple smacks to put some color into them.

Imogen hadn't even noticed until that moment that her hair looked worst than a birds nest. She couldn't help but chuckle at it. Her eyes scanned around until she saw a ribbon tied to some of the dead flower stems. She yanked it free causing the flowers to be decapitated in the jerk. Bringing the ribbon to her lips, she held it there as she started to braid her hair while walking towards the kitchen. Just before Turning down the hallways that leads towards her destination she tied off the messy braid.

As she closed the distance to the kitchen the sounds of her shoes clicking on the floor echoed down the hall. There was no turning back now. Even if she ran off and hid or whatever else, she knew she was heard. Imogen hesitated when she placed her hand on the door. Family gatherings she despised almost as much as time with Sabine... alone. So before she could talk herself out of going, she pushed open the door and entered.

She refused to waste pointless breaths on saying hello or greeting anyone in the room. Imogen didn't even spare a passing glance as she made her way towards the edge of the table, pulling out her seat. As she lowered herself, her hands flipped back the tails of her suit jacket so she did not sit on them. Then she nonchalantly kicked her left foot up onto the table, and crossed the right over it. Imogen entangled her fingers as they rested upon her abdomen. It was only then that her gaze looked up from beneath loose dark curls to fixate on the others. Her right foot began to bounce impatiently as she waited for this damned breakfast to start so it'd be closer to ending.

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Aedan was not surprised to see Indigo already in the kitchen. And she was already fast at work cooking breakfast. Though he didn't need human food, Aedan couldn't help the instant desire for food. The aroma of something cooking in the oven was all he needed to get his mouth watering. He wondered just what she was making this morning. And as per usual, Indigo was a whirlwind all on her own. It was probably best if he left her to her work and stayed out of her way. He would help if required but actively trying to cook would only make more of a hassle. He still wasn't all that great at cooking. He had much to learn. And upon spotting him, Indigo immediately requested he gather some eggs.

"Yes, Ma'am," he answered her with a nod. He turned just in time to see Nicholas coming into the kitchen as well. He gave a wave to the man. "Good morning," Aedan greeted in return before he walked passed the man to proceed with his quest to gather the eggs.

It didn't take long for Aedan to return with the basket of eggs. And it looked like he wasn't the only one that had been relegated to messenger boy. Sabine was in the kitchen as well which meant disaster. Aedan didn't like to be around Sabine but in most other places, he could tolerate the demon as long as he didn't touch him. In the kitchen... in the kitchen Sabine was in the way. He really was. Sabine tried so hard to help but he was usually standing right behind someone which often had Aedan whirling around to snap crankily at the demon or he was just hovering over Nicholas. It looked like Sabine was doing a bit of both. Aedan sighed and did his best to calm his already frayed nerves. It was startling how the thirst made Aedan rather short tempered and cranky about the smallest things. Or maybe that was just Sabine in general. Aedan shook his head as he set the basket down and stiffened visibly when Sabine came up behind him to look at the basket. Sabine was too close and Aedan felt the subtle innocent brush. Oh and if that wasn't enough, he didn't just have Sabine too watch. Damien entered the kitchen then. He hoped the man would just say a hello and go to the table, but Aedan wasn't that lucky. Damien had to all but glomp him and purr is good morning suggestively. Aedan almost jumped clear to the ceiling like a cat running from a dog.

He felt like a prickly pear. This morning was clearly not his morning.

Though he wanted to run away at this point, Indigo wasn't finished with him. She began listing off other things that she needed for the cooking and it was up to him and Sabine to bring her the things she needed. And of course, the two of them nearly collided into each other a few times as they made their way around the kitchen. As the preparation came to an end and it was time to serve the food, Aedan picked up the plates of pancakes and some of the jam that was ready. Might as well start putting the food on the table. And of course, as he began walking, Sabine walked by him and the two of them ended bumping each other and Aedan had to play catch up with the plates he was carrying least they hit the ground and ruin the breakfast Indigo and Nicholas had created. At this point, Aedan's thirst and annoyance were really grating on his nerves.


"Damn it, Sabine! You are in the way!" he growled. "Just go sit down or something!" Aedan took a moment to take a breath and try and release some tension before he headed to the table again and started to set down the food. And wonderful Natalia and Imogen were both at the table. Imogen was a bit more tolerable than Natalia considering he didn't talk to Imogen and she didn't talk to him most of the time. Natalia though... he didn't want to deal with her and he was in no mood for her words.

With a sigh, he scanned the chairs and dropped down towards the end of the table, as far away from Sabine as he could get. That did put him a little close to Natalia and Imogen but there wasn't much he could do about that. At least... he was close to Four. He really wished he knew what his name was. He didn't like calling the mysterious male a number. It was very dehumanizing but that was the only name he had for the little dark cloud. He looked a bit ruffled this morning as well.
"Good morning," he said then to the other quiet male. He glanced very briefly at Damien who was also in the room. It was upsetting that their friendship had ended the way it did. To be polite, he did give him a nod in greeting, somewhat calmer from their earlier encounter. Aedan wasn't above still being somewhat civil to Damien but it was still very obvious that tension had been created between Sabine's Hart and leopard.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Sabine Cayne Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Indigo Pelacour Character Portrait: Madison Harper Character Portrait: Natalia Catherine Estbury Character Portrait: Aedan Huntington Character Portrait: Imogen Bennett Character Portrait: Lonan Auraxtin Character Portrait: Nicholas Sartre
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【"Bon Appetit. That’s French. Like the toast. Get it?"】
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【Kitchen → Dining Hall】
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Indigo had been busying herself with fetching a few more, less-perishable ingredients from the various cupboards when a familiar voice caught her attention (although, to be fair, every voice was familiar these days). Brightening, she placed a jar of honey upon the closest available countertop, turned on her heel, and placed a hand on her hip and leered.

“There you are! Was wondering if you’d ever show up, ya lazy prick.” Indie’s eyes flashed with light, and, without hesitance, she grabbed a bowl filled halfway with heavy cream and pushed it at Nicholas. “Here, go make yourself useful and whip this up some.” Then, to both of her little cooking crew, even as Aedan made his way out to fetch the eggs- “We’re going fancy today, boys!”

It was made increasingly clear that whatever had gripped Indigo during the past week was gone. She bounced around the kitchen, checking here, stirring there, eventually pulling out the tray from the oven- only to replace it just as quickly. Indigo would sometimes shoot an order or two to her de facto assistants, watching them for a few moments to ascertain that whatever she had asked was being carried out before returning to her own work- or, even less frequently, striding up to them to make corrections. Indigo had tutored Nicholas long enough that such mistakes were rare, but Aedan was still new to the kitchen. Still learning. However, he was making excellent progress, to which she was pleased.

Sabine, however, served to be little more than a distraction. He wandered around the room, occasionally fetching one or two ingredients for the recipe, but mostly just doing what Sabine did best.

Which translated to following around the chefs like a stray mutt, or grabbing at them at the most inopportune of times. Indigo made a noticeable effort to stay out of the demon’s grasp- keeping countertops and chairs and large bowls of mixture between them, and dancing to the other side of the kitchen whenever he came too close for comfort. While she had grown acceptant enough of Sabine’s affections throughout the years, she held little tolerance for him sticking his nose into her baking. It was a delicate art in itself, and any mistake caused would require unnecessary backtracking. Unnecessary wasting of time.

Of course, they had all of the time in the world, but that did not matter.

Eventually, even with the challenge of handling Sabine’s interference, the meal was completed- a fresh stack of french toast sticks, piled high upon the platter Indigo had placed them on. She didn’t quite allow Aedan and the others to bring them out just yet then, however. With the swiftness of someone who had performed the task many, many times, Indigo laid out the sticks on separate plates, stacking them with a neatness she had lacked when gathering them. She spun thin ribbons of honey across the dishes, covering them with a dusting of sugar after. Once that was completed, Indigo placed a dollop of whipped cream aside each stack, upon which sat a lone strawberry.

For whatever could be said about the Pelacour girl, she took great care in her work.

Once the table had been set, Indigo strode into the dining room, not at all surprised by the presence of the other pets. While she hadn’t noticed them gather while preparing breakfast, it was doubtful that Sabine would let them be so easily. Cracking her knuckles high above her head, Indigo grabbed a chair- the next-farthest one she could get, seeing as her other option had been taken- and settled in it with a plop.

“Mornin’,” she said simply, giving a short tip of the hat in the others’ general direction. Without waiting for Sabine’s blessing, Indigo grabbed one of the sticks off her plate, and, after a prompt dip from both the cream and her mug of coffee, she tossed it back into her mouth.


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Character Portrait: Sabine Cayne Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Indigo Pelacour Character Portrait: Madison Harper Character Portrait: Natalia Catherine Estbury Character Portrait: Aedan Huntington Character Portrait: Imogen Bennett Character Portrait: Lonan Auraxtin Character Portrait: Nicholas Sartre
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【"If only cookies were an acceptable breakfast."】
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【Kitchen and Dining Room】
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Nick grinned as Indigo turned her attention to him, (hopefully) jokingly calling him a 'lazy prick.' He took the bowl of cream that was given to him, holding it in one arm as he went to retrieve the whisk from its spot across the kitchen. As he did so, Aedan began to leave to fetch the eggs as Indigo proudly declared that they were going to have a fancy breakfast today. "Shall I get some glasses for champagne as well?" Nick teased, half turning his body so Indie could see him grinning. Turning back around, he removed the whisk from its place and set the bowl down on the counter in front of him.

Damien entered, greeting everyone happily before coming over to Nicholas and greeting him. The dark haired man felt himself warm up a bit at the sound of Dami's purring voice. "Hello to you as well my friend," he replied without turning from the counter or lifting his head. The two hadn't seen each other in days and though the greeting could be taken sarcastically, Nicholas genuinely meant it. As he continued whipping the cream, Sabine, Lonan, and the oh so lovely Nattia entered. He didn't pay any of them much mind, choosing to focus on the task of making whipped cream instead. He continued to move the whisk around in the cream repetitively, occasionally lifting it in order to mix it up a bit more and test its thickness.

Once finished with the whipped cream, he turned to take it to Indigo and was greeted by a hovering Sabine. He hadn't heard the demon come up behind him to peer over his shoulder. Nick jerked back a bit from the shock of having Sabine so close to him. He loved Sabine dearly, but the demon was not one for respecting personal space. "Sabine, could you please move?" Nick asked him gently, as if speaking to a child. "I need to take this to Indie."

"Oh, okay." Sabine took a half step to the side, staring at the contents of the bowl. Nick sighed a bit and stepped around him, taking the bowl over to the head chef. He could hear Sabine following close behind, as if to guard him from the very threatening task of making breakfast.

He continued helping Indie by making what was needed or finishing what she started, doing his best to avoid crashing into Aedan and Sabine as they too danced around the kitchen. Sabine especially was in the way, hovering over Nicholas quite frequently and at times giving him ill timed hugs. There would be time for hugging later, when he wasn't busy trying to prepare breakfast.

At last, the task was complete. The pancakes and french toast smelled wonderful and looked delicious. Nicholas grinned as Indigo quickly set out each plate. It was tempting to take a french toast stick and eat it right then and there, but he didn't want to be impolite. The pets had no need for human food, but the urge to eat it had remained quite strong for Nick even after centuries of being with Sabine. (It briefly occurred to him that it was his hunger for Sabine's blood which caused this, but he'd found himself compelled to eat even a few days after feeding.) Of course, it would be wonderful if they could have cookies and chocolate as a meal. However, he wasn't sure he'd be willing to share so many of his cookies with the other pets. No, he'd much rather offer them one or two and hoard the rest for himself.

Nick removed his apron as Aedan and Sabine departed the room, setting it on the counter behind him. It wasn't long before there was some angry yelling on Aedan's part, as Sabine of course had gotten in the way again. The First made a quick mental note to watch himself around the newest pet, as he seemed to be exceptionally irritated today. Nick shot a quick glance at Indie as she finished up the plates.

After helping Indie to distribute plates to everyone, he took the only open seat. He sat opposite of Indigo and Damien with Maddie on his left. He'd much prefer to be sitting next to Sabine, but Damien and Nattia had already claimed those spots. Oh well, he'd just have to wait until another family meal. Besides, he already knew that he was Sabine's favourite pet. The others could think it was them, but he doubted any of them had a stronger relationship to the demon than himself. Plus, neither Nattia nor Damien had been around as long as he had.

He gave a general greeting to the group after sitting down. The First raised an eyebrow as Indie began eating without Sabine saying anything first. To him, it was rather rude to begin eating without being granted permission. However, this was Indigo and she was not one to follow the rules. He glanced down at his own plate before turning his attention to Sabine, expecting his friend to speak before eating began.

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Character Portrait: Sabine Cayne Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Indigo Pelacour Character Portrait: Madison Olivia Harper Character Portrait: Natalia Catherine Estbury Character Portrait: Aedan Huntington Character Portrait: Imogen Bennett Character Portrait: Lonan Auraxtin Character Portrait: Nicholas Sartre
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【"My, my… I’m certainly enjoying this cream"】
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【The Manor House Dining Room, Sitting to the Left of Sabine】
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The blond at the table pointedly looked away from Natalia, and sadly, by extension, the golden eyed Four sulking in his place. A dreamy smile played about his lips – he did so love Sabine’s hugs. He’d spent hours in the demon’s arms before, enjoying every minute of the time. It wasn’t even too sexual in nature, that was a misconception about Dami. He just really loved affectionate contact, and intimacy happened to be the easiest thing to win from strangers.

His fellow pets did not do much to alleviate his needs.

Still, the chaos he could observe from the kitchen, as well as the yelling coming from Aedan at one point, reminded him they weren’t the best partners to consider anyway but…what other choices did he have? Sighing softly, he rested an elbow on the table and placed his head on his palm. People were settling around him, but Damien had zoned out. Aedan was quite furious this morning, Dami had begun to feel awkward around Nicholas after the…incident, and Four was, well, Four. Translation: Unapproachable as all get out. At least one person was happy to see him – Nicholas had returned his greeting with enough good cheer.

Dami was, by nature, a very dainty person, and how he ate showed it. After taking French toast sticks and an extra, large dollop of whipped cream, he settled back into his place without fuss.


”I love cinnamon,” he commented, smiling at the three cooks. ”Thank you.” as if the choice of meal had everything to do with him. The blond then lifted fork and knife, carefully cutting himself a square of bread before dipping it into the whipped cream and bringing it to his mouth. He quietly observed the rest of the table as they ate, not much included in others’ conversations and not seeing much need to barge in.

Trouble only began once Damien was full.

He’d taken just a bit too much and now a forlorn breadstick lay on his plate beside the depleted, but still plentiful cream. Looking around the table once more, his brown eyes lit playfully as a sly smile touched his lips.

If the trouble had started when he was full, then the others should have noticed when the sixth began to use his hands.

The fingers that had so delicately held utensils nudged the last stick of toast to the center – it was a thick corner piece, perfect for what he had in mind. A quick motion, and all but a small portion at the end was resting in the freshly whipped cream. He turned it to coat thoroughly, buried it in the sweet stuff, and then brought it out, using his fingers to keep it straight. Checking if anyone was watching, Dami began.

The first moan was extremely light – so much that it could be mistaken for a sigh as Dami flicked his pink tongue against the edge of the toast, taking away a small touch of cream. The next was longer, not touching the toast, only skimming along the length where it was overloaded in white to bring some away. He waited until he made eye contact with Nicholas, then pressed his tongue to the underside of the unusually thick piece of bread, slowly dragging over the texture until he’d reached the end, where he coupled pleased noises with light little flicks.

He next waited to catch Aedan’s blues when they chanced look up, twining his tongue over the food as he lapped at the sweetness. Long strokes had deposited whipped cream in the corners of his mouth, and Dami licked his lips with another more audible moan. Only one more to go…

Four, the isolated one, didn’t look up often, but as soon as he did Dami seized the chance. In went the stick, the blond’s cheeks hollowing as he sucked to get the last of the cream out before drawing the toast stick back, teasing the surface with lips and teeth. He was clearly enjoying himself, his sounds being ones of pleasure as he lapped away the lasting remnants of the whipping cream. His eyes lidded but locked onto gold, he brought his fingers to his mouth to clean them off, one by one drawing them away with wet pops.

His performance had been blatantly obscene and he loved it. Dami brought the poor piece of French toast up for another teasing lick.

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Character Portrait: Sabine Cayne Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Indigo Pelacour Character Portrait: Madison Olivia Harper Character Portrait: Natalia Catherine Estbury Character Portrait: Aedan Huntington Character Portrait: Imogen Bennett Character Portrait: Lonan Auraxtin Character Portrait: Nicholas Sartre
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【”I need some air…"】
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【Second Floor Halls --> Dining Room】
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Ugh, why did Sabine have to smell this way? He wasn’t supposed to smell nice, Lonan wasn’t supposed to like anything about him! He smelled of freshly cleaned laundry, of rose, of… Sabine. Four inhaled quietly against the lower back of the demon’s shirt as he bobbed against the sway of the man’s footfalls. Couldn’t this have waited? For about another few hundred years? Why did Sabine have to do this to him, to make him suffer further? It hadn’t been enough to invade his space, hadn’t been enough to rip him from the first and only peaceful sleep he’d had in months, wasn’t enough to drive the nail in harder about the fact that he was in his life, the fact that Lonan was dependent on him, but now he was being forced to do the one thing he dreaded and avoided at all costs- the other pets? And speaking of which… Natalia. An angry frown flashed across his face at the thought of the redhead in Sabine’s other arm. The frown did no one good save for his own feelings, though- he was still staring down at the demon’s back. Well, there was nothing that could be done now. He would just have to brace himself.

As the trio walked along, windows slowly began to come into view, and with windows came sunlight. It was hellishly bright all of a sudden, especially for a ruffled little bird just pulled out of his dark hole. He honestly didn’t know where to look whenever they passed into the streams of blinding light; it was getting to be very disorienting being held upside-down over the demon’s shoulder, and damn if it wasn’t boring to just stare at the floorboards. He didn’t want to look at Sabine anymore either. But the alternative… Four almost shuddered. Gods forbid he actually have to look at Nattia. He would rather have his eyes burned thoroughly out by the slanted rays of sunlight, or by staring directly at the sun, or by doing it himself with a lighter- than have to look at her.

He quickly busied himself with picking at little threads that stuck out from the back of Sabine’s clothes so that he wouldn’t even have to think about her. Instead he settled back into the lull of Sabine’s consistent steps and breathing. It wasn’t like the walk downstairs was going to take forever, he’d just have to deal. It sure seemed to be taking forever, though. A grumpy little pout tugged mercilessly at his lips as they descended the stairs. At least it wouldn’t be long now. He still wasn’t looking forward to it. Not at all. Even if it did mean getting even a few more inches away from Natalia.

As the trio arrived in the lively kitchen, attention shifted around them, but honestly it didn’t even seem like any of the other pets really noticed Lonan. He was grateful for that, because he was still being carried rather unceremoniously right at that moment. It made him vulnerable and uncomfortable, but they seemed to be busier glancing at Nattia or whatever little jobs they were up to than looking at him. That idea was put to the test when Lonan suddenly felt Sabine’s grip tighten dangerously around his legs as the red snake dismounted and disappeared through the opposite doorway with a flourishing of her skirts- Four could see it around Sabine’s side. It was then that he was being moved, suddenly facing Sabine, held securely under the armpits like some stiff-limbed cat getting a stern talking-to. Sheer ice blues locked onto roiling golds, neither set of orbs flinching in the slightest despite the sugar-laced poison tumbling from those pale pink demonic lips. Four remained resolutely unimpressed under the harsh gaze and words of the demon, but truly only just managed to suppress an uneasy growl at the threat. He knew that Sabine was one-hundred percent serious, and not for lack of past experiences on the topic threatened. It had been… unpleasant to say the least. Whatever would get him out of the man’s grip though- Lonan gave the slightest of grudging nods- imperceptible except to the demon whose entire focus was directly on him- and Sabine finally walked him through the doorway after Nattia into the dining hall. At least those in the kitchen had seemed to miss that little exchange between he and their captor just as they had with their entrance.

Four was suddenly thrust into a chair by Sabine’s hands, the boy wincing as his ass hit the barely-cushioned seat. He leveled a harsh gaze up at the demon, but he was too busy chatting up Three and sealing her fate as Lonan’s prison guard to notice. Irritably narrowed eyes slid over across the table to glare at her before he grumblingly began to get more comfortable in his seat. He would be there for quite some time, after all. He watched as Sabine disappeared back into the kitchen, no doubt to cause trouble as no more than a minute passed before yelling could be heard from the other room, and rolled his fingertips over the wood of the table over and over. It took him all of three seconds as his eyes were wandering during this to realize he was seated directly across from Sabine’s usual chair. His mood soured even further.

It did not take Lonan long to tune out the noises around him, eventually pushing an arm out on top of the table and resting his head on it. He didn’t even bother to take note of the other arrivals, whether by presence or by voice. Instead, he let his eyes gaze about the room grumpily. He tilted his head further into the crook of his arm with a silent breath, sight sliding upwards and sunlight literally catching his orbs. But it did not burn this time. The light came from the window to the vegetable garden... The rays were warm, and gentle, and inviting this time, not harsh and grating like they had been in the hallways. It warmed his skin, soaked straight into him, touching him to the core. It caused his whole form to still to an absolute stop, eyes fixated steadily on the glass panes where the sunlight filtered in through. It really took all Four had not to just give in, to not just knock his chair over and run. Run towards that freedom, that warmth from the sun that seemed to call his name like a siren’s soft, faraway call. To go away, eff the consequences and just never stay. His heart pounded suddenly in his chest, eyes widening and form almost tilting forward. Four’s muscles were tensing, like he really was going to run; forget Sabine, forget the consequences, just run.

Actually, now he really was considering it; he lifted his head and began to sit up a bit straighter, eyes fixated on the door that would lead to freedom, form almost shifting out of his chair when he heard his name called, startling him out of his spell despite the voice being so calm and uneasily soothing. It was almost like it demanded his attention, or… rather, how had it so easily garnered it? He had tuned out all the others… Lonan whipped his head around, towards the voice that was still not familiar to him.

Aedan.

…Certainly it had been because the voice had reminded him that he definitely wasn’t alone in this house. That there were always eyes watching. That he had to maintain his façade. Or at least that was what Four was trying to convince himself of as to why Aedan had so easily tamed his frayed nerves and had broken his spell of unearthly focus. It was because the ‘good morning’ that had been aimed at him was by that unfamiliar voice of their newest house guest. Of course it had caught his attention. A leg jumped slightly in tightly tied but still baggy and loose grey pants, and a hand shifted to his chest in the maroon colored long-sleeved shirt that hid his wrists so easily, but whose v-neck was cut a little low- when he moved his position in that sharp manner to gaze upon he who had addressed him. It was quite apparent that Four had been stolen from his bed, simply by his apparel, which spoke of sleep, but he also had disheveled hair, and as he looked back to Aedan, he ran his hands through it to push his bangs back, quirking an eyebrow. But before Lonan could even think to attempt to say something, the blonde was already looking elsewhere.

Lonan simply blinked those golden eyes of his and instead just settled back into his chair, quickly looking elsewhere as well. With a huff of air, he brought his elbows up on the table and folded his hands in front of his lips, frowning at the far wall. With the shift of where he was looking, though, Four finally noticed that the other pets were finally gathering around the table, taking their seats or settling into them. He hadn’t noticed… there must have been some time missing when he was staring at the windows. He didn’t really care.

It was also only then that he realized there was food now. Indie and the others in the kitchen must have been setting it out- just finishing, actually, as the short little red-head brought out the last plates. It was only then that the scent hit his nostrils, and he took a quiet but deep inhale. It smelled really good, whatever it was. Strange that it had taken him this long to get on top of his surroundings. He was always so careful and on alert. The hunger must be getting to him. Or something. He found he didn’t really care about this either right now.

Four’s plate was set before him, and he finally got to inspect what that smell was coming from. French toast sticks. He picked one up limply between two fingers, inspecting it. This wasn’t toast. How could this abomination possibly be called toast? Nothing about it even slightly resembled the one perfection of the earth. It was soft, and limp, and squishy. Thick. It wasn’t toast. He wanted nothing to do with it. Well… that wasn’t entirely true. It did smell really good… and he was hungry. Granted, hungry for blood, but Lonan still desperately clung to any of the small shreds of humanity that he was humored with. It still wasn’t toast, though. Let that be known.

He started into his food, secretly enjoying the taste of the rare treat he was allowing himself- food cooked by another’s hand- but outwardly he looked fairly normal- a pretty straight face if not plagued with a few hints of irritation. He had ignored the greetings from all of the other pets who had bothered with them, even going so far as to ignore Sabine for the most part. This did mean that all of the pets were here, and that he was out in the open and put on display for the others to look at, but he did his damnedest to ignore as many of them as he could. Lonan only looked up on rare occasion to survey his surroundings and make sure no one was looking his way for too long, but otherwise he took his time eating and sipping at his own hot, bitter drink, his focus resting primarily on that.

Lonan was just about done with his breakfast, or as done as he had decided himself to be, since he wasn’t actually intending to eat everything in the first place, when he leaned forward to take a deep sip of his drink. He thought he had heard something strange from across the table, so he decided to investigate now, eyes flickering upwards from the rim of his cup towards where Dami was sitting. The warm, soothing liquid was just trickling down his throat when suddenly he found himself locked into Damien’s lusty gaze. There was movement below, however, and Four’s eyes immediately darted a few centimeters down to the man’s lips to investigate. He regretted it instantly.

In popped that innocent bread victim, into the warm, undoubtedly wet, confines of Dami’s mouth. Cheeks hollowed, deadly eye contact. Lonan immediately spluttered as soon as Dami had begun the deed, leaving the poor bird doing a spit-take and suddenly stiffening straight as an arrow in his chair, coughing very roughly. His chair had scooted loudly against the dulled wooden floor, shifting about an inch as Four had recoiled. It had taken everything he had not to just drop the mug he held in his hand, instead opting to set it down harshly on the table while bringing up his other arm to cover his mouth as he coughed uncontrollably, attempting to clear his throat of inhaled tea.

Slamming an open palm against the table as he finally got his airways clear, he attempted to throw Dami a deadly glare through slightly watering eyes, but found the man unabashedly sucking off his fingers with pleasured little grunts, eyes half lidded and locked onto the blackbird’s golds once more. As if he hadn’t violated that poor piece of French toast enough, he let his tongue take one more suggestive lick at its tip. Highly uncomfortable now for more reasons than just having made a scene and drawn attention to himself, Four threw his napkin on the table and pushed back from the edge of the wood, immediately getting up from his chair and blatantly walking out on the whole ordeal, cheeks flushing and shoulders tense. Damn, that man had no decency. And having judged from the state of that poor piece of bread, Lonan hadn’t been Damien’s only target. That only caused more agitation in the boy.

He needed some air.

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【"Wonder what Dami would do if I started just serving him scrambled eggs for the rest of forever."】
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It hadn’t taken too long for Indigo to finish her own serving, despite the hefty amount she had piled upon her plate. She had, after all, gotten a bit of a head start on the others, and had purposefully eaten as swiftly as possible. While she still enjoyed the pleasure of eating after so many years (perhaps it was just her own natural gluttony, she mused), Indigo had plans for today. To some, having a schedule might seem odd when one had unlimited time at their disposal, but the Owl was an odd one herself. Besides, she wasn’t too fond of the air in the dining hall. It reminded her too much of a group of parakeets, all forced into the same cage and made to get along. Slightly claustrophobic, and noticeably uncomfortable.

Speaking of which.

“Oi, Dami.” Lifting the last french toast stick from her plate, Indigo jabbed it over in the blond’s direction, waving a bit in case she hadn’t drawn his attention initially. "Look, I’m flattered you’ve taken a liking to my cooking there, but, eh...could you stop face fucking the thing like you owe it money? Kind of weird trying to eat while someone’s moaning in my ear. Makes me feel like I’m trapped in some kind of raunchy novel or something.” In one deft movement, she dunked the stick in her mug, tossed it into her mouth, and washed it down with the remainder of her coffee.

“Anyway,” she announced, plunking the emptied cup back onto the tabletop. “I think I’ll be heading out. Ophelia’s still in pretty piss poor shape right now. Need to check and see if she might end up kicking the bucket after all. You guys don’t mind washing up, right? Right.”

Ophelia was one of the goats that Indigo had taken to keeping a few decades ago. A third generation Nubian, the thing had recently given birth, and while the kid was fine (Indigo had decided to name her Cressida), the mother hadn’t been taking the whole experience too well. A few of the more observant pets, however, might have already taken notice of the milk that had been in the kitchen by the time everyone else had arrived, but Indigo didn’t concern herself about that. After all, most of the pets couldn’t really give a damn about what the others were up to.

Most.

Smacking her hat into her preferred angle, Indigo rose from her seat, then made to leave the room.

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Character Portrait: Sabine Cayne Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Indigo Pelacour Character Portrait: Madison Harper Character Portrait: Natalia Catherine Estbury Character Portrait: Aedan Huntington Character Portrait: Imogen Bennett Character Portrait: Lonan Auraxtin Character Portrait: Nicholas Sartre
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【"Damn it Damien! Why did you ruin the moment? Again."】
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Aedan sighed to himself as he got situated in his seat. He was looking forward to breakfast. The smell of the food made him hungrier though he knew what he was really hungry for but he wanted to delay that just a little bit longer. He didn't want to ask Sabine for blood right now. Maybe it was a bit of pride, but Aedan hated asking for things. Especially when he wasn't alone. He'd just have to find Sabine alone later and see if he could get some blood. For now, he would let the delicious food on the table distract him from his real needs and keep his mind off the other pets. He didn't want to get involved in any arguments or discourse. He just wanted to eat and go on his way. He hoped Sabine didn't decide that this was going to be a family day or something. He wouldn't be able to handle it if they all had to be together the whole time. It was too overwhelming for Aedan. He gave a small wry smirk at that thought. Too overwhelming to be around a group of people? How strange he had become considering he never had a solitary moment before all of this. He had always been with the men and training or in town. And now he was overwhelmed by a tiny group of people. He really had changed.

The soldier put those thoughts away as he reached over to grab some of the toast in his plate and used a knife to smother each stick with some of the frosting and poured coffee in his own cup to begin the amazing breakfast in front of him. He successfully began to ignore the others as he busied himself with eating. He was surprised how tame breakfast actually was. He knew that none of them really got along so he had expected some sort of fight from the get-go so it was nice to see they could act a little civilized for the get together, his own outburst not withstanding. He hadn't yelled at the pets after all, just Sabine for nearly making him drop said breakfast.

Aedan was just reached over for some more French toast when he started to hear something out of place. Moaning? Why would anyone be moaning at the table? That didn't sound like 'I am going to be sick' moaning. The new pet lifted his gaze from his plate briefly but did a double take, his eyes suddenly glued to the scene. His eyes widened in surprised and the toast he had grabbed with his fork dropped into his plate forgotten as he watched Damien's indecent display. His mouth hung open as the other blond licked at the toast while he made his sounds of pleasure, his fingers wiping at the cream on the corners of his mouth. He couldn't believe what he was seeing or hearing. The moans were really what got him. Damien made convincing noises and he felt a bit of tightness at the sounds which immediately made him more uncomfortable with the situation. He shouldn't have looked up.

Number Four's sudden chocking brought him out of his own stupor and he tore his gaze away from Damien's lips. He was feeling sick to his stomach and uneasy. He watched as Four rushed away from the table and Indigo scolded Dami for his display, not that it would have really changed anything. Lately Damien was becoming more and more uncomfortable to be around. It really wasn't that he hated Damien but his displays of homosexuality... they were hard to watch and it made Aedan hate being in his skin. Blatant displays made him angry and upset and jealous. He hadn't been allowed to show any love outside of his room towards his lover and just a mention of his affections had ended up with torture and death and here Damien was... Damien was flaunting it like it didn't matter. That rules didn't matter. He could be as free as a bird with it and it hurt that he couldn't be that way and any touch now brought anger and hurt. It only reminded him of the internal fire that had brought him into this situation in the first place and how a caress had turned into a knife. And the worst part was that Damien's moans had managed to turn him on a little bit. He loathed his bodily reaction to it and berated himself. Nothing would come out of this but more pain.

Aedan got out of his chair and grabbed the empty plates and hurried off to the kitchen to get out of the room. He needed to be out of the room. It felt suffocating to be surrounded by everyone. He would have preferred to just go outside and get some air but maybe doing the dishes would get his mind off of his feelings and what he had seen. The soldier filled the basin with water and started to scrub the dishes far harder than he needed to to clean them. It was a miracle the plates didn't break he was holding them so hard. All the while Damien was in his head, fueling his frustration with the situation. And here he thought they could have a civilized breakfast. He should have known better. At least he wasn't thinking about Sabine and his blood. Well at least until that thought just crossed his mind. Aedan dropped his head forward and just stared into the soapy water, doing his best to keep the tears at bay. So much had changed, he didn't want to be a cry baby to. He had already cried far more than he would ever admit to anyone. He wanted to at least keep up the pride he had had as a soldier.

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Character Portrait: Sabine Cayne Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Indigo Pelacour Character Portrait: Madison Harper Character Portrait: Natalia Catherine Estbury Character Portrait: Aedan Huntington Character Portrait: Imogen Bennett Character Portrait: Lonan Auraxtin Character Portrait: Nicholas Sartre
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【"Fuck you... Fuck this place. Fuck life."】
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The whirlwind of cooking and whatever else that was going on inside the kitchen made Imogen more content in her current location. Of course she had no desire to be within a mile of this group, but here she was. It wasn't like she had a choice. A prison without bars but a prison none the less. It was either she came willingly or she'd have to tolerate the touch of that disgusting lecher.

She hardly spared a glance to any of the commotion of the joining members or anything else. Her gaze was fixated on the table cloth while she mindlessly toyed at her lace gloves. Imogen tried not to visibly wince as she plucked the fabric from her slowly healing wounds. The blood was attempting to coagulate with the fabric and each tug reopened any attempts at a scab. It was annoying and no doubt ruining her gloves. It'd be easier just to take them off, let them heal with the fresh air, but she didn't need Sabine's gaze to fall upon them. She was in no mood for a lecture and hoped he stayed preoccupied with the ass licking pets and left her alone.

When a plate was set down before her it shut off Imogen's train of thought. Her brows furrowed while her nostrils flared at the sight. She stabbed a piece of the floppy bread, lifting it as if to expect it.
"Is there any food under all this fucking sugar?" Imogen mumbled to herself while her face blatantly showed her disgust. She picked up her knife and quite the opposite of everyone else in the room she scraped whatever the fuck was on the french toast off as much as possible before placing it between her lips and taking a bite. The lingering taste of honey and whipped cream tainted the food making her frown as she ingested it. "What happened to eating French Toast like normal people... With syrup?"

Instead of attempting to eat another piece of overly sugar smothered bread, Imogen snatched up the strawberry that rested in the pile of whipped cream. Just as she placed the fresh fruit between her lips and had sunken her teeth into its juicy plump redness she heard a moan come from the opposite side of the table. Her eyes shifted to glance to her left all the way down to the other end of the table, her body frozen in its current pose. The sight was appalling and disgusting. It made Imogen become tense and drop the berry onto her plate.

Lonan's shocking outburst and coughing fight shook her mind free from the sight. She watched him leave as the lingering revelation of what she just witnessed turned the already unstable contents of her stomach into knots. Imogen shoved her plate away from her as she swung her legs off the table. She stood up, kicking her chair backwards with so much force she knocked it over.
"Well I lost my fucking appetite."

Imogen stormed her way out of the dining room, mumbling to herself
"Disgusting fucking whore... Who does that at breakfast... Oh, right. These fucking pricks." She slammed the door harder than what was necessary and walked down the hall with a mad fury. Her stomps where loud and echoed off the walls. She needed air and distance and didn't have the patience to find the fucking door outside. She bee lined for the first set of large bay windows, unlocked them and through them open. She pressed her hands on the insides of the window as she stepped up onto the ledge and hopped down the four foot drop, landing in the garden. Imogen trudged her way through until she was a good twenty or so yards from the manor. She then plopped her ass down in the grass. She yanked off her gloves and tossed them into the wind before letting herself fall backwards on the grass with a sigh.

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Character Portrait: Sabine Cayne Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Indigo Pelacour Character Portrait: Madison Harper Character Portrait: Natalia Catherine Estbury Character Portrait: Imogen Bennett Character Portrait: Lonan Auraxtin Character Portrait: Nicholas Sartre
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【"Our dear Deer, what a laughingstock."】
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【On Sabine’s right, leering like a fiend】
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Dami was already at the table, but Nattia soundly ignored him. She slumped forward, her head held up in one hand, as she glared out the window. It was hardly proper table etiquette, but she was too nettled to care. Even when Sabine carried Four into the room, firmly placing the sullen boy in a chair, she barely gave Sabine a thin smile before she was returning Four’s glare, tapping a staccato beat on the table with well-manicured fingertips.

Though she rarely missed a chance to exchange venomous taunts and thinly-veiled glares with Imogen, Nattia only glanced at her as she entered. She heaved a sigh when the saturnine woman rudely heaved her feet onto the table, but was too busy pointedly ignoring Lonan to nag Imogen about it. In any case, these rare household gatherings were a good opportunity to glower at everyone equally, to make sure they all knew they were still in her bad graces. There would be time to spat with Imogen later.

At the shouting from the kitchen, Nattia finally straightened from her sulky slump. She wondered at the short ruckus, but soon dismissed it. Conflict was by no means rare in this household. Still, she was getting bored, which boded well for no one. At last, the last few pets trickled into the room as the table was set with sugary French toast. She regarded each of them coolly. Aedan entered, sitting across from her and next to Four. He greeted the morose little soot bird, but didn’t give Nattia a second glance.

A scowl deepened on her features, but her pout was interrupted when the ever-energetic Indie bounded into the room. She hardly sat down, giving a general greeting, before she stuffed one of the French toast sticks into her mouth. Natalia rolled her eyes at the girl’s blatant lack of manners, even as Nicholas joined them. He greeted the group as well, but Nattia only raised her brows and scoffed at the useless gesture, instead turning her attention to Sabine with a warm smile.

When everyone was settling into eating, she took up her utensils, cutting dainty bites out. Though her expression never betrayed it, she was very much enjoying the breakfast. At least Indigo was useful for something. Imogen mumbled, obviously disgruntled about how sugary it was, and Natalia responded with a smirk, shoveling an unladylike amount of cream on her next bite and eating it with relish. She delicately dabbed her lips with a napkin before moving her sneer back to the rest of the table.

Nattia finished one stick and was just beginning on the other when she noticed the disturbance moving around the table. She paused with the fork midway from her plate as she noted the odd, lewd moans proceeding from the other side of Sabine, out of her view. Four gave several dramatic, choking coughs and Aedan’s previous glazed stare transformed into a look that seemed almost furious. Nattia craned to look around, catching Dami’s last few licks at a now rather ravaged piece of French toast. It was no wonder everyone on that side of the table looked so green. Dami, on the other hand, seemed rather pleased with himself.

Four dashed out, seeming rather off-balance. Aedan soon followed, covering his disgust more gracefully by hastily grabbing empty dishes on his way out. Both Indie and Imogen scolded the lewd man with strongly worded rants, each following Lonan’s example and fleeing when finished. That was quite the mass exodus if she had ever seen one.

She raised any eyebrow, turning to glance at Sabine, wondering how the oblivious demon would take all this. She turned in her seat until she could level a mocking smirk at the Dami.

“How dreadfully obscene,” she said, a measure of amusement in her tone.

Nattia smoothed her fingers against her napkin, breathing deeply to force down the threat of bubbling laughter caused by the suddenness of all the dramatic reactions. The room was suddenly much less crowded, which lightened her mood. Dami did have his ways, she supposed.

“Well, at least our special Dami had his fun ruining everyone’s breakfast. Didn’t you, dear?” she said, her tone honeyed and cloying.

She leaned forward to fleer across at the man. Despite her words, she lifted her fork to her mouth, nonchalantly eating her last delicate piece of French toast. She kept eye contact, her expression as derisive as her words and laugh had been. Perhaps she could even get a rise out of Dami, if she was lucky.

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【"I didn't know French toast could be so sexual."】
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【Dining Room, to the left of Maddie】
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Nicholas was quite happy with the results of the kitchen crew's work. Of course, it wasn't hard to please him when sweet food was involved. He was content to eat with his fingers, dipping his French toast sticks into the whipped cream to coat them with a generous amount before taking a bite. He had settled for water instead of coffee, taking a sip from his glass in between sticks. Some things just never changed, even after centuries.

The First had two French toast sticks left on his plate when the breakfast took a rather unexpected turn. He had just taken a bite of one of them when he heard an soft moaning coming from Damien. Looking towards his friend, he was met with twinkling brown eyes and Dami's tongue slowly licking the underside of the helpless piece of food. Nicholas stopped mid-chew, frozen in place. The moaning continued as he continued his display of... affection towards the French toast stick before looking to Aedan and then Lonan. Had that really just happened? Despite being uncomfortable with the whole display, he couldn't help but continue to watch until the very last finger was licked clean.

The bite of French toast was still in his mouth and upon realizing it was there he quickly swallowed it. He could feel his cheeks were warm, having turned red from the situation. Thankfully, he was not the center of attention as Four had begun choking, followed by him slamming a hand on the table and leaving without a word. Nicholas looked down at his plate as Indigo admonished Dami before dismissing herself. Glancing to the other end of the table at Imogen as she left he noted that Aedan had departed as well.

He scooted his chair in towards the table so that there was barely any space between it and himself, inwardly cringing a bit with each scraping noise the legs made against the floor. As awkward as it was to admit, Damien's performance had caused his body to react in the way expected when one heard lustful moans accompanied by sexually suggestive imagery. Memories of his wife had returned and though they were brief, they certainly didn't help. Nicholas was in no position to be dismissing himself lest he have Nattia smirking at him, Sabine questioning him, and Dami having the satisfaction that the display had successfully affected him both mentally and physically.

Looking at his plate as he resumed eating, albeit slower than before, thoughts began to scramble in his brain. He was confused enough as it was about his sexuality and this didn't help. As he thought about his hidden romantic feelings towards Damien, his wife, and the things he'd been taught about homosexuality, he continued to eat. He heard Nattia speaking but didn't really process the words, not that it was likely to be beneficial to him anyways. The usually self possessed pet seemed to be in an emotionless trance, lost in thought and resembling Four more than himself.

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By the time Madison had finished getting cleaned up for breakfast and arrived in the dining hall, most of the others had already taken their seats, save for the ones that were in the kitchen preparing the meal. Her nostrils were assailed with the scent of cinnamon, and she couldn't help but quirk a little grin. It was a lovely, soothing smell, almost enough to alleviate the tension she could feel all across the room.

She quietly took a seat next to Aedan, giving him a slight nod as she sat. She didn't bother starting a conversation, the two had only spoken briefly in times past, and she didn't want to make breakfast more awkward than it already was. When the food was brought out, the reactions differed from pet to pet. Some were concerned with the amount of sugar the meal consisted of, but it hardly mattered to her. It was sure to be a treat, and with their immortality, she had a life time to work off any weight the excess sugar might entail.

She gingerly cut into one of the sticks as the others started eating, using her fork to dunk the bread into the cream before taking her first bite. It was delicious, more so than she had expected. She savored the flavor for a long moment, chewing slowly before swallowing. She glanced at Sabine several times during the meal, just to see how he was holding up. It wasn't uncommon for him to slip into another mood so soon after coming out of his previous one, and she worried.

As she took a small drought of her coffee, she heard something unusual for the breakfast table. It sounded like, moaning? She glanced over to Dami, seeing him behaving in a way she'd never seen before. He brought the food to his mouth, smothered in cream, and licked at it tantalizingly, while keeping his eyes locked on some of the other pets. As his display continued, she looked down to her fork and knife. Was she eating her toast the wrong way? She had only assumed that using utensils was common place for the sticky sweets they enjoyed, but perhaps Dami was the most cultured out of them. She assumed his moans were more akin to the flavor as opposed to anything sexual. Perhaps he was doing this to let the chefs know how good their craft was.

Immediately, she felt as though her method of eating was the wrong way. She hefted the last chunk of her toast with her hand, dunking the piece in it's entirety into the mug of cream. Heaps of cream spewed over the edges and coated her fingers, and she brought the monstrosity from the mug, copying Dami by keeping it propped upright with her other hand. She opened her mouth wide, unsure as to whether she would be able to eat that much at once, but she stuffed as much of the cream coated bread into her mouth as she could. She helplessly gnawed off the enormous bite, her cheeks puffed out like a squirrel storing food for the winter.
"Mmmm! Mmmm!" she groaned enthusiastically through her maw full of food. She didn't want the other pets to think she wasn't enjoying her meal, that would have been rude. She managed to chew and swallow the tremendous bite, and offered Dami another glance. By this point, he was licking his fingers clean, one by one. Following suit, she licked her fingers clean from the excess cream, ignoring the napkin that lay folded neatly next to her plate.

At this point, several of the others had some sort of reaction to Dami's display, and she wondered if Dami was doing it wrong, for the reactions seemed to be mostly in disgust. As Aedan got up to leave, her face immediately flushed red. She buried her hands in her lap, ignoring the cream still lingering in the webs. She bowed her head to hide her shame. Had she just made a complete fool of herself?

Pushing away from her spot at the table, she gathered as many dishes as she could carry, and scurried away to the kitchen, keeping her head hung low, her face still a bright red from her antics in an attempt to be socially correct among the other pets.

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Sabine didn't notice the tension that lingered above the table as he sat down, despite just being snapped at by Aedan. He merely obliged the blonde, wandering to go sit at the table where most of the others had already accumulated. Indigo finished bringing food out, and the demon surveyed his table, feeling very well pleased with himself. Everyone was together. He hadn't had to chase anyone down or fight to bring them here. (Lonan didn't count. That had been a fun game.) He smiled fondly at Nattia when she turned her gaze his way, and then at Nick, who was also looking at him expectantly, though the others had already begun to eat. "It looks lovely, darlings, good work," he praised, looking down at the delicately arranged plate.

Of course, looks and taste were two different things. And eating was not one of Sabine's skills, even after all this time. Despite the fact that the others were so obviously enjoying their food, lapsing into silence punctuated by the tinging and scraping of forks against plates, the only thing Sabine knew he could enjoy from this food was the knowledge that the humans had put such work into it. Which was why he really only ate when the others were nearby--for the social experience rather than the visceral enjoyment.

Nonetheless, he smiled as he ate, though his clumsiness, along with the hesitance and erratic pauses in his chewing, belied at the very least his gustatory ineptitude. If any of the humans had actually known, they would have been able to see the nausea rising in his posturing, but that was a secret he'd guarded jealously. The humans seemed to like eating and making food so much, he didn't want to disappoint them. He could keep food down for a good hour or two now, which gave him time to abscond after the meal was over without seeming suspicious. Pressure was building within his thoracic cavity nonetheless, threatening him with every new particle of food he added to the burden in organ to which he'd assigned the functionality of stomach. It hadn't stopped him yet, and he wasn't planning on letting it do so now.

His stomach was starting to really complain when there was a noise to his left. At first he thought it was a sound of pain, and was mildly confused at the scene currently playing out beside him. Dami was licking at a french toast stick, his expression light and playful. Was he full and just playing fun with the last one? Though he couldn't tell what exactly would be so fun about this activity... It seemed to be directed towards Nick. Nick's face was slowly rising in colour. Sabine didn't get it. Was he teasing him or something? Was this a joke between the two of them? Then Dami switched his attention to Aedan, whose mouth hung open, speechless. Once he'd gotten his attention, he moved to Lonan. Sabine looked from one to the (as yet unawares) other, wondering what Damien's end goal was here. Was he looking for a specific reaction?

Was Lonan's reaction what he'd been looking for? The blackbird spat out his drink, sputtering all over himself, shock written across his features. Sabine didn't understand why he was so startled, but before he could reason something out, Lonan was out of his seat and heading out the door with utmost haste. As was Imogen. And Aedan was headed towards the kitchen, as was a flushed Maddie. And there went Indigo too. Sabine stood hastily, unsure what to do about all the humans leaving so abruptly. He didn't catch what Nattia said, focused on the Owl's retreating back. He was to his feet and behind her quickly, though the discomfort in his torso was hindering his movement somewhat.

He managed to catch up to her before she left entirely, hands around her waist from behind to lift her up and prevent her from escaping just yet. "
Where do you think you're going?" he said softly before setting her back on her feet and patting her hat-covered head. "Come help with the dishes, little owl." At least he could keep one of them from escaping entirely.

Then he turned to stroll back over to Damien, the surmised cause of the mass exodus, though Sabine was at loss as to exactly why. "
Hold still, Hart, you've still got cream on your face," he said, bending slightly closer to the other and reaching out to wipe away a blot of cream from the other's cheek with his thumb and then innocently licking it off his own hand. Then he ruffled the blonde's hair affectionately. "You're too silly, Deer." he added as he turned to collect plates and help Aedan and Maddie with the dishes in the kitchen.

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Dami’s eyes sparkled as he watched the fallout of his little display. While considering it, he had only considered the males true, but it wasn’t hard to notice the affect he’d had on the women as well. No one but Dami himself was amused, but then again, had he been trying for amusement, he had better tricks. No, he’d gotten the reactions he wanted from the men.

Was it wrong that he felt a thrill of power whenever he pulled something like this? Because he did, along with a tingling of revenge, satisfaction…Aedan, Four, even Nicholas, they had all rejected him one way or another, but he could still manipulate them this way. He could make them notice him, knew that whether they wanted to or not, their bodies desired him, desired what he promised with his teasing licks. Shock, red cheeks… as first one, then the other left the room, his smiled grew. Nick chose to stay, pressing closer to the table instead, and Dami could guess why… He winked at him, running his tongue over his lips.

He cared not for Imogen’s disgust, and chuckled lightly at Indigo’s complaint. By the time he formulated his quip about raunchy novels not being nearly so boring, or perhaps something about him wishing he lived in one, she had left to check on one of her goats. Well, Dami could understand concern over their own pets. Though one couldn’t deny that Indie’s goats were more useful than his own rabbits, he knew she had bonded with them.

Guilt only entered his gaze when he noted Madison’s misunderstanding, the village girl choosing him to model her manners off of despite him distinctly lacking any in that moment. She had fled before he could comment, not that he knew how to make it better. He pushed it from his mind then, instead leaning into Sabine’s touch as the demon came around.
”I know…” he murmured quietly, looking up at the other blond with soft eyes. The demon had missed the innuendo, of course he had, and Dami couldn’t say he was upset. He had what he wanted from the demon most of the time… He gazed after Sabine as the demon left the room, until he was stirred from his reverie by Natalia’s snide mocking voice. "Ruin? My dear, you misunderstand. They didn't leave because they felt sick..." Dami paused, then gave a light gasp, as if shocked. "My goodness! Oh, my apologies, dear Natalia. Next time, I'll ensure that I sit so you have a better view. Maybe you'll learn a thing or two on how to properly pleasure a man? I don't suppose you have much experience with that, as you were still unmarried at, what was it, 35?"

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Aedan heard the door to the kitchen open and sighed. What now? Couldn't he just be left in peace to calm down? His hands tightened into fists and he kept his gaze down at the soapy water. The foot fall he heard however, didn't sound like Sabine's. It was much quieter, softer. Who had come into the kitchen then? He glanced back to see Madison and he gave a sigh, releasing the pent up breath he had been holding and let the rising tension go. He wasn't mad at her after all. He shook his head and straightened a little but kept his head down as he started to clean the dishes again. He and Madison never said overly much to each other but the company was pleasant and peaceful. Maybe with her there he'd calm. And even if he wanted to say something, he didn't trust himself right then not be cold towards her too and he did not want to break the thread of friendship that they had.




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The deep shade of red that Madison's face adopted followed her into the kitchen. How could she have been so careless? She should have known it was something inappropriate, her child like mind had only just a brief moment too late made the connection. She scolded herself under her breath for being so careless, more or less for the fact that she was still overcome with such profound embarrassment, the other pets would likely never take her seriously, being seen as either an imitator or a dimwit.

Once she pushed past the door and crossed the threshold into the kitchen, she noticed Aedan busying himself with dishes and such. She took in a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. Aedan shot a glance over his shoulder, acknowledging her presence with a brief, blank stare. They hadn't spoken much before, and when they did they kept it brief. Madison cleared her throat timidly, gesturing at the pile of dishes she held in her arms.
"Do..um...you mind if I help? Or would you rather I just set these to the side? I don't want to be in the way...I...I'm so, so sorry if my display in the dining room came off as...anything but appropriate. I...had no idea." It was obvious in the brief pauses of her words that she was struggling to fight down a lump in her throat and hold back tears. She shimmied toward the counter, gently placing the pile down on the counter, being sure not to get too close to Aedan.

Aedan looked back at her and hesitated. He didn't really want help. He'd come in here as an escape but it was obvious this was something she needed to.
"You can help," he answered her. He wasn't going to tell her no. At her comment, he faltered. Her display? He'd been so preoccupied with what Dami was doing, he hadn't looked at her. "I didn't notice what you were doing," he admitted. He was a little curious but he wasn't sure he wanted to know if she was worried about it being inappropriate. "I am sure the way Four and I left the table wasn't much better in the realm of what is appropriate table manner."

Maddie heaved a sigh of relief when Aedan insisted he hadn't seen anything, and it made her feel a bit less tense around him. She began to busy herself by drying the dishes as Aedan washed them, and before long they had put a sizable dent in the pile.

"I just...I was so worried something was going to go wrong, and I feel like my negative thoughts might have projected into the world. I wanted so badly for this to go well. It was my first meal with everyone, and now it's left a bad taste in their mouths, they are going to expect such idiocy of me in the future. I..." She trailed off, trying to hide the fact that tears started to trickle down her cheeks, fighting the urge to sniffle at the snot building up in her nose.

Aedan wasn't sure he was in the right state of mind to deal with this. He was crumbling at the seams himself. There was so much going on in his head. This breakfast had left a bad taste in all of their mouths. Except Dami anyway.

"Don't worry about it. I am sure everyone will forget whatever it is you did. Dami's actions will be what people remembered," he assured her. "Four left before me and then I left. I don't know what happened afterward but Nickolas won't be rude to you I don't think. Doesn't seem like the man to hold a slight against you. You needn't fret. The other two... Natalia might be the only one who'd hold it against you."

Maddie tried to take solace in his reassurance, but she couldn't manage to quite stifle it completely. "If you'll excuse me.." She squeaked, cupping her hand over her mouth before she started to sob uncontrollably. She wheeled around to hurry out of the kitchen, and in her haste she was hardly paying attention, and nearly crashed right into Sabine as he entered the kitchen as well.



"God damn it!" he hissed to himself when he heard the door open to allow Sabine entry and Madison to flee. He'd made Madison cry. He had been trying to console her and he'd failed that terribly. He wasn't cut out for this. He raised a hand to rub his forehead. This time he was well aware that the footsteps behind him where Sabine's. The demon was going to get too close or do something to annoy him and having him close made him very aware of his thumbing heart beat, the need to drink. He didn't want to ask for blood. They all had to do it but he didn't want to look week or sound like he was begging. Sabine seeing that was all he could bear. God above he hated being so dependent on someone else for his life. He focused on breathing again as Sabine came to a stop.

At Sabine's question he shook his head.
"No I don't." Madison had helped a bit and the rest that was there were easily manageable. Besides, this was something he wanted to do alone to try and ease his thoughts. Thankfully the others were still eating and the plates were being used so he grabbed a towel to dry off the dishes and put them away. The others could deal with the other dishes as breakfast came to an end. He had done his part. He rolled down his sleeves and turned away from Sabine.

"If you'll excuse me." Aedan said, echoing Madison's early departure and left the kitchen then. Aedan didn't look at anyone still at the table as he passed through the dinning room and into the hallways. He rested his hand lazily on his sword and just... patrolled. It was a habit he picked up. He knew the house was safe but he still couldn't give up the old habit of patrolling the residence just in case something was amiss. And the wandering sometimes helped him calm himself down and think of other things. Other times it just helped the words come to his poetry.

"Locked in Oblivion to dance
upon his stage...
Agony in the ecstasy upon my tongue.
Light in dark - I burn.
Take solace in silence yet
chagrin the stillness."
he mused. He stopped in front of a window displaying the backyard and reached a hand out to lay it flat against the glass. "Lead us not into temptation, but what do we do when temptation's all that's left?"Aedan shook his head and sat down beside the glass and closed his eyes to try and enjoy the quiet. He was already feeling the anger bleed away with the filtered warmth from the window.

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Character Portrait: Sabine Cayne Character Portrait: Damien Moore Character Portrait: Natalia Catherine Estbury Character Portrait: Nicholas Sartre
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【Spatting with Dami in the dining room】
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Nattia watched Sabine closely as he rose, feeling the rising jealousy at the demon’s easy contact with Dami. As repulsive as the man’s actions had been, it never failed to annoy her how easily Dami got these bits of affection. By that time, it seemed that all but Nicholas had dispersed, including her beloved Sabine who disappeared into the kitchen. No longer needing to conceal her irritation, Natalia’s cool gaze turned to Dami as he started out his puerile excuse. It was all too naive coming from him. Soon, he switched topics to her, acting as though it would be some sort of boon to make sure she had a better view of such things. Her eyes narrowed at his comment at her age, the subtle tightening of her expression the only fleeting sign that he had raised her ire. Well, there was no one she needed to watch her behavior for now, so she could say whatever she wished. Maybe this would be fun.

“You must be blind or a beef-witted yokel to think none of these poor sods felt sick at that….” she started out, giving Nicholas a knowing look toward his new positioning close to the table. She wondered if she could drive either away. Or preferably, both.

“If I recall,” she said, the words falling from quirked lips, “each and every one of these men rejected you, have they not? Or do you think one like you could still win them with such atrocious displays? You sound like a besotted mooncalf, yet you wish to advise me? It’s perplexing, truly.”

She continued to look at Nicholas, trying to catch his eye. Her gaze eventually flicked to Dami, wondering just how well he would play along with that.





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【In the dining room spatting with Natalia】
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“That wasn’t sickness.” Dami said indulgently, leaning an elbow on the table and resting his head on his hand. “You’re so...innocent. It’s quite endearing.” he said, as if speaking to someone much younger, a child who thought they knew everything. His eyes flashed at the jab about rejection, but despite his own worries, he wasn’t about to let Natalia get the best of him.

He straightened languidly, looking at the redhead with curious eyes before shutting them halfway, leaning on his hands again.
“Well…” he began slowly. “I am working against a considerable handicap here. And yet, despite that, and in a household with four women, only I get them to stand at attention… what does that say about your, ah,” he paused, as if searching for the word, “‘feminine charm’ when it’s not really, well, working?” he smiled again, as lazy as his other movements. “Although I don’t think charm is really the correct word for what you exude...”




Her lip curled in pure disgust, looking as though he had asked why she didn’t sleep in the goat pen. “I have no such interest. Even a dolt like you should know that I would see all of you left on the streets where such refuse belongs.”

She gave a hard huff, her lips pursing for a moment. Soon, her expression softened. “A handicap, you say? I would say your main handicap is being… unwanted.”

At her last word, she turned to catch his gaze, watching keenly for any satisfying sign of an effect.




“Very charming.” Dami commented dryly. “Were you like that in the past too? A blessing in disguise, I suppose, no one probably cared much when you were taken away.” He typically wouldn’t go for something so blatant, but her last comment was a bit too far. Had it been anyone else, he would have had to give them reluctant commendations for their metaphorical aim.

Unwanted? That was true. He’d never been wanted until Sabine had come, and the demon was the only one who wanted him still. But the cloud over his face cleared as a thought came to him, and the slowly spreading smile was back as he looked up. From what he knew of it, Natalia and him were similar in that respect.


“Now, Natalia. It isn’t good to project your own shortcomings onto others.”




Now this, this right here was why spatting with Dami never went well. Perhaps they were too similar for their own good. She felt her jaw clench, a niggling tightness in her throat. She tried to push it down, to get herself to relax and regain control. They’d had this conversation too many times not to know how to prod just where it hurt. Even now, Nattia distantly knew she’d be in a foul mood the rest of the day.

Her eyes flicked toward the kitchen door. She wouldn’t want any interruptions to this little conversation, especially in the form of a blond-haired demon. She could not get too involved in this now, she wouldn’t want Sabine hearing her insults. She heaved a sigh giving him a thoughtful look. That truly was a rude remark, but not one she would ever admit was true. She had never admitted her insecurities to any in the household, not that it had kept Dami from hitting them in their many squabbles.

“Oh, you poor thing. It’s not projection if it’s true, now is it?” she said, her tone honeyed and her face an emphatic facsimile of pity.




Dami followed Nattia’s eyes, knowing she cared too much about her image to keep going in Sabine came back. How the demon didn’t know how waspish she could be was a mystery to him. The trouble was claiming it wasn’t true would be a blatant lie that Nattia would pick on mercilessly. He had only made that mistake once and...never again.

“We were actually quite rich when I was human.” he commented absently instead, checking his nails before looking back to her. “And they say projection is a sign of deeper rooted problems. Is everything alright?” he asked with false concern, his own voice reaching a higher pitched as he mimicked her delivery.




“It is not, actually, since I'm stuck talking to a tiresome lout who lacks even an ounce of dignity. Mocking me like some young brat still in the nursery. If you--”

She cut off abruptly as the door to the kitchen opened, and straightened. As she saw who it was, her expression brightened in an instant, and she moved to get up and go to him.

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More than a bit distracted at the moment, Nicholas had only partially noticed Madison's unfortunate misunderstanding and subsequent embarrassment. He could easily guess what had happened though, as he'd seen her lick her fingers after Dami had. By the time she had fled, the First had become preoccupied with trying to remaining calm and finishing his meal. He took slow bites, allowing the repetitive action to help him clear his mind of the mix of memories, thoughts, and feelings swirling about.

Once he regained his composure, he became aware that Sabine had departed them as well and that someone had just run through the room and down the hall as he heard their rushed footsteps nearby. Nattia and Damien seemed to be having a discussion. Unsurprisingly, the two were going at each other with much disdain and sharpened quips. He'd only tuned back in as Nattia took a brief pause to check the kitchen door for the demon. He too glanced at the door, as if by doing so would cause Sabine to appear and hopefully shut her up. How she could go from being an absolute pain in the ass to a somewhat tolerable but pretentious lady at the flick of a switch was beyond him.

As Nicholas was not involved in the current conversation, did not want to be, and had returned to his usual state, he picked up his plate and excused himself from the table without a word. He paused towards the end of the table as Aedan went by before turning and going into he kitchen where he found Sabine. "Thank you for the family breakfast, Sabine," he told the demon as he moved to the sink to wash his plate. Though his friend had done nothing in terms of food prep, Nick still felt he should thank him for at least trying to hold a civilized family occasion. He also didn't want Sabine to feel bad about the meal abruptly ending, as it was by no means his fault. "It wasn't perfect but it was lovely to sit together for just a bit."

With that being said he turned to wash his plate. Once he had dried it, he placed it back with the others before exiting into the hallway which adjoined the kitchen and led to the vegetable garden. Here, he found Aggy laying on the floor. "Let's get some fresh air, shall we?" Nicholas opened the door leading out to the garden, allowing the large black dog to go first. Once outside he took a seat on the stone bench against the kitchen's exterior wall and took out a cigarette. He placed it in his mouth before lighting it, setting the discarded match on the bench next to him as Aggy laid down at his feet. The day was off to a more dramatic start than usual and he could use a little alone time.