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Haven Nadia Parker

"People are like flowers. Some maybe beautiful, others repulsive, but in the end they all wilt."

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a character in “Paranormal Lovers”, as played by ReaperGirl4

Description

Sister with the Golden Hair
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Nickname(s):
Daisy (the flower of innocence)

Age (Real Age):
21

Gender:
Female

Looks
At 5' 6", Haven is slim and thinks herself rather plain.  Waist-long golden hair, usually tied into plaits, frames her oval face. A discreet splash of freckles spreads across her slim nose and pale cheeks. Her large hazel eyes are outlined by thick, luscious eyelashes, which make them stand out on her pale skin. Her lips are full and stand out as well. She occasionally wears lipstick every once in a while when she goes somewhere important, but otherwise she sticks to balm.

Occupation (mostly relevant to the sisters):
Haven works at a florist shop, and loves her job very much.

Personality/History:
Haven was born into a family of order. At least, it was when her oldest sister moved out. Sapphire, the wild child, was often berated by her parents. However, Haven secretly admired her for her boldness and fun personality, something she herself could never have. Once Sapphire moved out, Haven and her second oldest sister were indoctrinated to becoming model women. 

Haven's college education consisted mostly of studying plants. Flowers, in particular. Obtaining the job at the florist is what she considers the best thing that's happened to her. 

Haven is, by nature, a shy girl. She doesn't take initiative to meet new people and blushes easily. However, it doesn't take much to befriend her, as she is also a kind, sweet, caring person at heart. There isn't a bad bone in her body. She trusts her sisters with all her heart and tells them everything that troubles her, if not only to get it off her chest. Haven has loved nature, particularly flowers, since her childhood. Her favorite is the daisy, the flower of innocence. She plans to name her child after a flower, perhaps. She is easy to please, as she grew up being taught that material possessions are not important compared to the love of friends and family. However, she's perhaps a bit too trusting for her own good.


Other:
She has a phobia of heights.

Post:
Haven carefully and meticulously watered the many flowers arranged ever-so in pots in her living room. She put the stool away after having finished the ones in hanging pots and made her way to her bedroom. Upon seeing the beautiful daisy on the windowsill, Haven could not help but smile. It was a thing of pure beauty, the flower she'd prized since it had been planted. The flower of innocence. She watered the beautiful thing, then sat on her window seat and looked out onto the city streets. She pulled a book off of a nearby shelf. It was a novel. A romance one. She sighed, not even knowing why she'd bought it. Shrugging, Haven opened it and began reading. She didn't feel like disturbing either of her sisters. It was time for rest and relaxation.
No work today, sadly. An idea struck Haven. She closed the book and replaced it carefully on the shelf, slipped on some sandals, grabbed her mp3, headed out the door of her apartment, careful to lock it and strode down the stairs and out of the building. She put her earbuds in her ears and played an upbeat song. Haven started a small jog, on her way to her favorite place since her childhood. Soon, the buildings and people thinned out until it was just an open road. And there, beyond that road, was a field. It didn't appear special at first, but as Haven drew closer she smiled as she saw the grass ripple in the wind and change shades slightly with the sun setting. In the middle of it all was a tree. A crabapple tree. It's branches we're abundant and strong from its many years of life and growth. Haven drew closer until she was right in front of the tree. She turned off her music and just stood there before the tree, taking in its beauty. After a minute or two, she laughed slightly and began climbing. It had become more difficult as she'd grown, but it was still manageable. In a matter of moments, she was situated comfortably in the middle of the branches. A chickadee flew from its nest, chirping all the way. The soft wind returned, rustling the leaves and swishing her ponytail back and forth. Haven leaned against the trunk. With the sound off nature at work to lull her, she soon drifted off to sleep.  



 

So begins...

Haven Nadia Parker's Story

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Haven hummed away as she tugged, then yanked on the weeds. It was one of the beginning songs from her favorite musical, Annie. It's a hard knock life, for us... She enjoyed the tune. It was catchy. Smiling slightly as she hummed, Haven carried the weeds in two hands outside into the night air. It was a little late to be doing the weeding, but it had been one of her days off at the florists and she knew she couldn't count on her sub to keep things tidy, and Haven didn't dare leave the plants unattended over the weekend. 

The lovely song drew to a close as she tossed the weeds into a nearby Dumpster. A small chill disrupted the silence of the night air. Haven shivered and rubbed her arms with her hands, then tucked them into the pockets of her beige not-quite-knee-length coat. Despite the biting chill, the smile returned to her pinkish lips. Tomorrow, she'd be having brunch with her sisters, Sapphire and Alara. The smile grew. They were just fantastic. It was hard to imagine what her life would be like without her amazing older sisters. 

Haven's smile slowly faded, suddenly wishing she'd brought her bike. It was too cold to be walking. She hadn't been thinking about that when she was already jogging over to the shop's greenhouse. She didn't feel like jogging now. Too cold. She'd always been sensitive to the cold, and tonight was no different. A new song came to mind, and she started up her humming once more. Another song from Annie, Tomorrow. Another one of her favorites. The sun'll come out, to-mor-row, bet your bottom dollar that to-mor-row, there'll be sun... Humming gave way to soft singing. She never thought herself exceptional at singing, but she liked it anyways, to an extent. 

Haven almost didn't notice where she was. Almost didn't notice the footpath that led from the city through a small bit of forestry and into the open fields. In those fields was a tree. Without stopping to imagine her favorite place, Haven broke off onto the path. The buildings thinned out after a bit. Soon, she was surrounded by nature and nature alone. She picked up the pace, happy she decided to run after all. She was warming up. Not minutes later, the trees abruptly stopped, giving way to ankle-high grasses and flowers. In the middle of it all was the tree. A crabapple tree. Her tree. It's pink buds were in bloom, a lovely sight to behold, even only by the light of the moon. She slowed her pace as she approached until she stood directly in front of the large tree she'd known her whole life. This was the first time she'd visited at night before, in all those years. She realized she'd been missing out on a lovely sight indeed. The silence was calming. The moon granted everything a pale shade. A small wind wafted the smell of the blossoms through the air. Taking delight in the scene that was unremarkable to others, Haven leaned against the large tree and gazed up at the star-dotted sky, content to just be there among the beauty. 

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James Dylor

"Yes Sir." Was James's prompt reply. His vocabulary had shrunken to those few phrases he needed to get by with minimum resistance. 'Yes sir, I will Sir, I'll try harder, Sir,' occasionally Sir was traded with M'lord, and sometimes My King, but really it was all the same. All the same work, on his knees with his shirt rolled up at the elbows scrubbing the floor as best he could. His hair was draped limply over his forehead and his lips were parted with exertion, his face a few shades paler and sweat beginning to bead on his skin from the sheer effort of trying to remove blood from wood. It was only just possible to do.

And of course, crouching on his knees with the scrub brush clamped in his fingers wasn't a very flattering position for the young halfer. He pressed all his weight onto the thing, trying with all his might to get the last of the ugly blood stain out of the wood. It was scary, because he knew if he didn't do a good job someone else would have to scrub his bloodstain out of some floor. If nothing else, James decided that he'd try and stand on another hardwood floor if that ever happened and save the poor soul who'd take his job the trouble it took to to clean a rug or carpet.

"I will try harder, M'lord." He tailed his previous comment with another of his automatic responses in his soft drone voice. He was a well-trained pup, polite and uncomplaining. If only that was all it took to do the job right. He'd much prefer to do a job without so much...physical labor. That only reminded him how much he was lacking in the strength and masculinity department. Perhaps the worst part was that he really couldn't get very well angry about it, because that section of his mind was mostly blocked off to him through his own practice. And his mother's teachings.

James shifted positions, continuing to scrub with his body splayed almost prostrate on the ground. His knees were beginning to ache, but he continued doggedly. The stain was beginning to slowly fade, and under his breath the male was murmuring numbers, counting backwards from two-thousand. It helped. He couldn't do it when the king was around, for obvious reasons, but now he figured that he was in the clear to murmur whatever he liked to keep himself going.





Sabine Marx


Sabine was sunning himself, to say the least. Stretching his legs in the human world, tasting the air he'd not breathed for a while. He didn't often visit this place unless he had some reason. This one was that the other two of the war triangle had wandered their ways here, so Sabine had decided that he must pursue them. Just in case any funny business was afoot. Sabine didn't find funny things very amusing. Mostly because they weren't. He wasn't above contemplating whether those two were plotting an alliance against him, and he was perfectly ready to account that possibility in any plan he made. Which including bringing a larger guard than normal. he was just being sensible, not paranoid. Obviously.

His wraith-like figure, easily royal looking, gracefully drifted along. He was going to find a place to sit and read in the sun. He'd needed to get away from the castle so the servants could put everything together without him tormenting them. It made them work faster when he wasn't around because they didn't have to avoid him, he knew. And he found it somewhat amusing that they feared him so.

He wasn't like the Lykae king. He didn't kill anyone. He didn't tolerate killing under his roof. aiming a bit, perhaps, but no killing. If it took longer than two months to recuperate it wasn't going to happen. His little tug-along Lena received worse from the Guard and the other servants than from him, he was aware, and perhaps that was why he toyed less with her in the physical pain sense than he did with most. Usually he didn't hesitate to give someone a good smack or toss them across the room, but with Lena, ah, she was one to play with verbally, really.

If it was anyone else one could say that the king doted on the servant, but as it was Sabine, perhaps it could be said that he found it not in his favor to hurt the girl as much. Or perhaps he really did dote on her in his own obscure way. There wasn't much of a way to tell though, so the matter was left well enough alone.

Sabine's demeanor, his regal bearing, and the aura that surrounded him made others leave a wide berth around him. When he arrived at his destination, a little park near the busy bit of this human nest, he closed his green eyes for a second before trying to decide where to sit. His spot of choice wasn't totally unoccupied. A little human woman was sitting there, but all the same the tall daemon strolled over and settled himself down. he looked at her for a moment and she looked back with wide eyes. Then she got up and moved somewhere else, her back crouched and her head ducked like he'd struck her. The ghost of a smirk flitted across his face, then he turned his platinum blonde head towards his book.

His back was still ram-rod straight, but his neck was bent downward. it was obvious that he was utterly absorbed in the thick novel in his hands. It was a human writing, Sabine enjoyed reading them when he had nothign better to do. The library at his earthly abode was stocked with them, he always read them when he was sunning himself.

It was War and Peace today, he was a quarter of the way through the book and deeply intrigued by the going-ons. These odd little Russian humans were rather fascinating in their mindless, short-lived ways. It was difficult to comprehend only living for less than a hundred years before dying, and Sabine enjoyed attempting to wrap his mind around it. It made him feel peacefully, he didn't have to worry about emoting, because this little world within the words was a different one, apart. It was safe, in a way.

Time passed swiftly for the engrossed Daemon, and soon enough the sun was beginning to set. He barely moved a muscle. He could head home now, but he was feeling pleasantly calm, at peace with himself. Like basking in the sun, he wanted to bask in that emotion. The quaint little park was the perfect place to do so. But ah, a slight twinge in his innards told him that he should be getting home, something was awry. Or at the very least there was someone to punish. He rose gracefully and scanned the park once before beginning to walk. He almost glowed in the shimmering light of the moon, it played against his pale skin and his light hair that was like liquid silver in the night. he spotted another figure moving through the night, but made no move towards it as it hurried to a tree. He merely paused to examine it for a few second before continuing his graceful glide.

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Despite how she would have loved to stay for at least an hour or two, the cold finally got to her. Shivering, Haven stuffed her hands as far into her beige pockets as they would go and turned back to the path. Her chrysanthemum hair clip was blown out of her golden locks by a breeze. Her hair fluttered about annoyingly as she squatted down and retrieved the clip, securing it back in her hair tighter this time. As she looked up, however, something caught her eye: a flash of sorts. Haven squinted and leaned forward to get a better look. The thing was silver and shiny, reflecting the moon's light in the most lovely fashion. It was moving, whatever it was. She drew closer, and she realized upon catching sight of ivory skin that it was a person. Haven tilted her head to one side, fascinated. It wasn't typical to see someone, especially one who appeared so... regal out here. She'd never seen anyone else this close to the tree before, at least in a very long time. How odd. 

Riveted, she drew closer to the person, who did not seem like anyone from the city at all. She'd never seen someone with such light hair, much lighter than her own. Haven blinked, realizing that she was being rather strange herself, what with just following around a random person. She disregarded the oddity of it all, her eyes remaining trained on the flowing plaitnum hair of the person in front of her. Another song came to mind, Jar of Hearts, for some strange reason. She dismissed it and drifted along, following the strange new person. 

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Sabine Marx

Sabine kept tabs on the golden-haired shape. it was interesting to watch, it fluttered around like a bird. it was a birdie after all, a girl. He could tell by the way it moved, bobbing gently. He could make out the faintest glimpse of light skin as well, but he was only affording glances, so it was difficult to create a face from his flashes of features. The tall creature skirted the clearing, passing a few meters from the human, and went on, back towards his home. He thought nothing of it at first, as he found the path through the woodsy area of the park. On an urge he shot a nonchalant glance over his shoulder, wondering if he could still see the golden creature through the trees. She was fascinating, a daughter of the sun glowing in the light of the moon. A curiosity of sorts.

Green eyes widened fractionally with surprise when he saw that the girl was only about two meters away from him, squatting and reaching for something on the ground. He ran a hand through his hair as he turned back, slowing his pace from the effortless glide to a slower stroll. He wanted to examine this little golden creature more fully, she was pleasing to look at from what he'd seen of her already, but he didn't want to linger. He didn't talk to humans because they usually ended up annoying or boring him. They were so empty-minded sometimes.

Sabine continued to walk, aware of the presence behind him. He did not look back, and he made no signs of noticing her, but he was contemplating. Was she still following him? Yes, he could hear her shoes. She wasn't a very good trailer, it seemed. What should he do about it? Well,he could ignore her (That would be dull though), he could turn around and ask her what she wanted (no, not likely), or he could scare her. That would be amusing. It took a few moments to come up with a suitable surprise for her, but he managed to think up something satisfactory. He didn't think about what it would entail, but he liked his idea rather well. Not only would it give him a chance to examine the little golden bird fully, but it would make her (hopefully) leave him alone as well. One could say that he was killing two birds with one stone.

Abruptly Sabine stopped. He didn't turn, but spoke. "I can hear you, sweetheart." He turned slowly on his heel, a smirk crafted on his face. He lifted an eyebrow slightly. For a few seconds he was filled with an inexplicable desire to hurt the little thing, even though he had no reason to, but it faded from his green eyes as swiftly as it had appeared. "I read a story in the newspaper the other day." He said softly, his voice a lyrical monotone. He did occasionally read human newspapers, they were occasionally very amusing. Some humans became angry at the lightest touch of something. But this was an utter fabrication.

"In which a man lured a little rose-bud such as yourself into an alleyway and killed her." He paused for a beat. He was playing by ear, making up as he went along, admittedly. His eyes flicked across her face, and he took a few steps forward. "Is that not....interesting?" He pulled his lips up into an uncomfortable smile, one that didn't match his solemn face in the slightest. He took another deliberate step forward, gauging her reaction. "Wouldn't you say that it is dangerous for a lady as yourself to wander at night when there are so many daemons about?" His eyes flashed and he dropped the grin.

This was greatly amusing.

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It had never actually occured to Haven that she would have been heard. She would have noticed, had she been thinking straight. Which she had not been. She'd been much too captivated by the plaitnum-haired figure before her. Captivated? Well, for lack of a better word, yes. Captivated. By definition. So it was no surprise that she was not expecting the man to address her. At the sound of his voice, she started and a small gasp of surprise escaped her lips. The unexpectedness of it all was scary, to say the least. When the figure turned to face her, she felt frozen in place, absolutely incapable of turning right around and running away, which is what she wanted to do at that point, beginning to regret having been so attracted by the silver flash that she had not been able to resist following the man.

It took her a few moments for it to register that she'd been asked a question, "Wouldn't you say that it is dangerous for a lady as yourself to wander at night when there are so many daemons about?" His voice was regal and intimidating, and only served to rattle Haven's nerves even more so.

She couldn't get the words out at first. "Hm... Ah... D..dangerous? No, I was just tak-king a walk, that's all. Nothing dangerous has e-ever happen-ned to me before..." she strained to respond, then quickly averted her eyes, training them on the ground, finding herself unable to meet the man's piercing green gaze. The man stepped towards her. She felt terrified, yet rooted to the spot. Haven had never felt so scared in her life. Her mother's harsh words of not talking to strangers and not going out after dark that she'd been barraged with as a child came rushing back to her. She sure wished she was home right now, and not paralyzed and at the complete mercy of a strange man who'd happened to pique her curiosity. Haven tried to convince herself that she was dreaming. After all, such an unearthly-appearing man surely wasn't real. But the cold that nipped at her exposed skin told her otherwise. She mentally berated herself. Things like this don't happen when you go straight home at night, you know, and not stop to examine strange men!!! But yelling at herself wouldn't work, she knew. She was stuck there until the man decided to end their encounter, for she herself was incapable of commanding herself to leave. Haven wasn't entirely sure wether to feel hopeless or absolutely terrified, so she settled for a mix of both. However, despite her terror at the situation, Haven was a little shocked to find herself still interested by the man, and why he appeared to be so ethereal. She was half hoping her questions would be answered, to her surprise. Her eyes remained fixed on the ground near her Saucony-clad feet, awaiting the next move of the strange man.

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Sabine Marx

She was helpless, apparently. Sabine could see it in the woman's eyes. A terror that left her rooted to the spot. When she stammered out her answer, something twitched in Sabine's chest. He was...irritated with her. She was so innocently weak, it seemed. She barely reacted because she looked to be paralyzed with fear. His eyes tightened for a second, and he exhaled softly, taking a few more steps forward. She wasn't fun to toy with, but at the same time, Sabine couldn't help but feel intreuged. Why had she followed him in the first place. She didn't look stupid. But people didn't just follow him. They usually didn't come with-in a few meters of him because of his intimidating appearance. But yet when he turned his attentions on her she just froze up. It was almost a puzzle. He'd never seen such a thing in a human before. Admittedly he wanted to unwind this game. It promised amusement.

"Let's keep it that way." his voice was a low Russian purr, but it lacked real emotion. He could play with words all he wanted, but he couldn't be bothered to infuse it with the proper inflection. He captured her arm, crooking his own elbow around it. He would pursue this puzzle, and he would win. It was only fun when he won. "I shall escort to your home." It wasn't a question.

Her body was warm with adrenaline. She was beautiful in the superficial use of the word. She had pleasing features. And she was a sun daughter. But he couldn't perceive how many pages her book had at a glance. Was she as full of words as the novel tucked under his other arm, or was she merely a human magazine. Usually he could tell how shallow these little humans were. But like he'd already decided, she was a little book of puzzles.




James Dylor

The young male managed to keep awake long enough to finish his bath. He dried and re-clothed himself before exiting the washroom. He was slightly surprised to find a young woman right outside the door. The startled expression passed across his face briefly, but he composed himself swiftly. "May I help you, Miss?" He asked, inclining his head slightly. He didn't think he'd seen her around before, and it was safer to guess up rather than down. She couldn't be too high in rank, she was in the servant quarters after all. It was dangerous too guess to high in rank, but it was similarly dangerous to guess too low. He was polite though, he wouldn't treat any of the lower servants rudely, even if they were female.

Although, she seemed too well groomed to be a servant.

Ah, it wasn't his place to wonder. She obviously needed something, and it was his job to help people.

He couldn't help but flick his eyes over her face though. he liked looking at people's faces, expressions, they told so much about the person's personality. This was a pretty young blonde creature, about his age perhaps? He wondered what she needed.

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Haven looked up sharply, flustered by the contact; she hadn't been expecting it. "Eh?! Wait, you don't need to..." she faltered, tugging gently on her arm, but he had it firmly seized. Resigned, Haven worried her lip and her free hand flew instinctively to the chrysanthemum clip in her hair. Fragile beauty. That was the flower's meaning. At least, she thought so. Her thoughts were still somewhat jumbled; it was hard to recall. As they started walking in the direction of the city, Haven stole a glance at the man. She'd been intrigued by the man when she'd first spotted him. She'd never imagined just by seeing him from behind that he'd turn out to be so harsh-looking. But, sometimes, one truly never knew what to expect, she decided. 

Her jacket seemed to do nothing against the chilly air. At least, it was chilly to her. Curse her sensitive skin! She frowned. She didn't like nights to much, and this was one of the reasons. The other was, well, encountering strangers. Like the one who held her arm, for example. It was things like that that kept her indoors after nine. Most of the time. Tonight was one of the few exceptions. Damn exceptions. She shuddered, not entirely from the cold and shoved her hand in her pocket, though it provided little assistance. Better than nothing. The foliage thinned out, as they were approaching the city. 

She held her head down and hunched her slender shoulders as another shiver worked its way up her spine. She couldn't wait to get home, where she was sure of things. Haven glanced up at her self-appointed export. She wanted to say he looked angry. But he didn't. His face was emotionless. In a way, that spooked Haven more. At least she understood someone who displayed their emotions. This man was something else: unreadable. She couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking. Eyes are the window to the soul. She took a peek at his eyes. All she saw were twin emerald pools of apathy. Haven averted her eye, looking at her feet as she walked. The awkward silence registered with her. She lifted her eyes. "So..." she began. "Why were you walking around out there?" she asked, hoping she did not sound lame or awkward, which she most certainly did. 

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Sabine Marx

She was certainly a curious little human. He could feel her stealing a glance at him. She was curious, he could tell. A curiously curious human. He could feel her shivering, but she didn't press closer to him, she merely shoved her hands into her pockets. She was wary of him, but wary enough. It was mildly irritating that she wasn't reacting any more than shooting little looks at his profile and shivering. Humans scurried from him, they avoided him, but she seemed almost perfectly fine with him. Not the way things were supposed to work. He would win though, the platinum blonde decided. He'd evoke in her what usual humans felt at the mere sight of the tall male. But he'd have to change tactics. It'd take time, he knew, but for now he'd have to be polite. Detached though. Politely detached.

He felt her look at him again, then she let her head fall so she was staring at the ground. That was an irritating human habit as well. The ground was not the place to look. One needed to have their chin up at all times. When she spoke, he turned his head towards her again, listening to her human small talk. He wasn't one for it, but he'd play along. He also noticed the goosebumps spreading across her arms, she truly did look cold. Sabine didn't really notice the cold, he didn't mind it. it wasn't as pleasant as sunlight, but it wasn't foul. Perhaps he was cold by nature, like a lizard on one of those other reptiles.

"I was enjoying the sun." he stated simply. "But I forgot the time." He proffered the book slightly, so she could see it. Then, in an easy movement he shed his long cloak-like jacket, removing his arm from around hers to do so. It wasn't too heavy a jacket, he had been going out to sun, but it was part of his ensemble anyway, and he rarely removed it. That was one someone simply didn't do. But he was in the human world, and he had a purpose, so he was justified in walking around in just his black collared shirt and lighter hued vest.

"You are cold." He said, draping it around her shoulders. "What was a delicate lady such as yourself doing outside on such a chilly night? Walking seems an understatement." If inflection infused his tone. Sabine didn't notice it. But his eyebrows did raise slightly, as if he was truly curious about her reply.




James Dylor

She looked friendly enough. But...she didn't need anything? What? Then why was she speaking with him. No one spoke with him unless they needed or wanted something from him. What did she want from him? Merely company? Her words seemed to imply that. 'We will be spending a lot of time together.' He had not been informed of this. Was she an apprentice, or a guest, or the daughter of some high-middle classer like his father who wanted his daughter to get out into the world. She really did seem to be a little older or perhaps a little younger than him, but less tired.

"If you wish, mi- Belle." He said politely, inclining his head slightly again.

The chocolate haired young male paused for a second before putting out a query. "What are you in the castle for?" His words her hesitant. "If-I mean, you are willing to answer." Sometimes things were private, he understood that, and he didn't want to press her into telling him something she didn't want known.

"Oh, and My name is James..in case you didn't, um, didn't know. I'm the King's personal servant." He added belatedly. Speaking of the king, where was he? He was usually back at the palace at this time, demanding this or that. Secretly James was glad he wasn't home yet. The peace and calm were much needed.

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Haven was grateful to have the man's jacket about her. Much better. She felt the shivers and goosebumps subside. Feeling able to concentrate more, she shrugged in partial response to his question, still not wanting to meet his eyes. "Well, I had to run and do something at work real quick," she began. "...and on my way home, I decided to go pay a visit to the tree." Haven shrugged once more. "It might sound sort of weird, but it's true," she finished, gaze fixed on the ground ahead of her. Her discomfort was still prominent, but gradually subsiding. Haven was growing used to the plaitnum-haired man and his disposition, or lack thereof, albeit slowly. 

Although she was growing less uncomfortable, her curiosity was spurred. She'd never encountered someone as majestic as him. Or apathetic, for that matter. Yes, that was it. He was majestic and apathetic. Well, he'd shown he wasn't as uncaring as she'd initially thought by allowing her to wear his coat. But still, she had a feeling he wasn't completely hospitable. He was being polite at the moment, though. Strange. There were so many different ways to evaluate this stranger. Cold and scary, indifferent, and... chivalrous? Wow. That was new. She'd never been so confused by a person. Or intrigued. She was beginning to rethink how used she really was to his presence and attitude. Haven would have been frustrated, but she had a feeling there was much more to this man. In resolution, she decided to be patient. She would wait and see how much more she could learn about the man. 

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Humans were so odd. They had to be distrustful creatures if they had to claim the legitimacy of their statements all the time. Lies were so easy to pick out from truth, but when they added those little words to the end of their explanations, it made him doubt the truthfulness of the speaker. Like they were trying to prove it to themselves. "I don't doubt the validity of your words, I wouldn't unless you provided reason for me to believe otherwise." He spoke. Green eyes flickered to the human for a second before turning away to look across the street they were currently on, at the people on the opposite sidewalk. Human were such foolish creatures. They weren't nearly as bothersome as the vampires or those damned lykaes though, they were more tolerable when one accepted their inherent stupidity.

They had to be nearing her home. And he'd forgotten one of the most important formalities. Perhaps because of the odd way they'd crossed paths. It kept popping up in his mind, frustrating him. Why had she followed him? But he should think about that now, no need becoming angry over such a little thing. He'd discover her intentions soon enough.

"I fear that I've not introduced myself to you." He said abruptly, his smooth accented voice not showing any of the inflection his words implied. It was almost a lie but for its status as a figure of speech. "My name is Sabine Marx. What may I have the pleasure of calling you, sunflower?" Again with the figures of speech. He'd learned to talk well, he could craft lovely sentences until his ears bled, and one could almost pretend that there was some type of subtle emotion behind the carefully crafted syntax.




James Dylor

James nodded reflectively at the blonde's first words. She spoke carefully. What was behind the careful structure of her words. Was she unhappy? Or was there more to her story. The young halfling wasn't going to press the female for more information on that front though. Her other words made his mind buzz though. Company? What? What was Bowen thinking to do? Did he want James to look after the girl, or did he have some other type of agenda in mind? James had not real time to think on it though, because another form had just turned the corner.

A tall male with dark hair, one of the lower servants, probably a message runner by the looks of him. His blue gaze flicked from the girl to the boy, and his eyebrow raised incrementally as he passed. He could only be fifty, perhaps a hundred years older than James, but he was much much taller than the diminutive halfer. He walked passed them, shooting James an irritated look, they were gumming up the hall after all, then slipping behind the washroom door. It closed with a thunk.

"We should probably get moving." James said, beginning to move down the hall. The surprise of meeting a young woman right outside the washroom door was starting to fade, and exhaustion was setting back in. His spine hurt and his eyes were beginning to droop. He blinked a couple times and looked at Belle again.

"What sort of...company does his lordship intend?" James asked carefully. He was wondering mentorship, not that he'd be very good at that, and why would a woman need to know how to perform his job when the King would never allow a woman to be his personal servant, or actually companionship. He couldn't fathom why Bowen would put that on him. It wasn't a particular burden, but he was fine, he didn't need companionship, he was getting on pretty well by himself, wasn't he? Wasn't he?

The anxious look flickered on his face momentarily, but the young male wiped it quickly, closing his eyes for a few seconds. His tiredness was making him paranoid wasn't it.

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Haven lifted her gaze to the man. "Haven Parker," she said. "Nice to meet you, Sabine Marx." Sabine. That was a female name. Well, she supposed that it might've been masculine in other cultures. After all, he didn't sound American. He was most definitely foreign. It was the accent. Russian, perhaps? Maybe. Ah well, she'd just go with Russian. After all, he was reading War and Peace.

She was pleased to have learned the man's name, although she had not really thought about the fact that she hadn't known up until then. It wasn't every day she met someone new. Especially one as otherworldly appearing as Sabine. She'd surprised herself a bit by using "otherworldly" to describe the man. But... that was how he looked. It might've been an overstatement, but there were much more dramatic terms she could've used. 

Haven almost didn't recognize the little road leading to her apartment building. She noticed the sign and she slowed. They walked down the little road and she hopped up onto the top step in front of the door that led to the lobby. Haven turned and faced him, reaching up to her golden hair, pleased to note that her clip was still secured in place. She shrugged off Sabine's coat and handed it to him. 

"Thank you, Sabine," she said. "Good night, and it was nice meeting you."

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Sabine watched as the blonde touched her clip again. The flower. It seemed to be a nervous habit of her's. Did she have a problem trusting the integrity of the clip, or had it fallen out one too many times for her? He received his coat, leaving it folded over his arm rather than go to the bother of shrugging it back on. His eyes flicked over her face one last time, then he bowed to her and arranged his countenance into a slight smile. He could, when he wanted to. Usually he was to apathetic to try, but this game promised hours of entertainment, yes?

For good measure, as the slender male lifted his head back up he leaned forward slightly, His profile very close to the human's face, and he spoke in a soft drawling purr. "Keep a watch out for yourself, flower. You might meet another daemon, and I'm sure he probably won't be as kind as I am." His eyes flickered as he turned away, the ghost of the fake smile caressing his lips in amusement. Perhaps he still did want to scare her. He wanted a fearful reaction. But this time, he wasn't going to look back to see if he'd achieved his goal.

"It was a pleasure to meet you." He spoke over his shoulder as he walked off, graceful in a measured way. In his belly he knew he'd be back, and somehow that knowledge brought a mixture of emotions to his belly. Partly annoyance, a bit of real anger, which was mostly directed towards the third feeling, which was unidentifiable. The only thing he knew for certain was that it didn't fall in the lust category. But it wasn't affectionate in the way he held affection for little Lena, she was his rag doll, and this young woman, Haven, was no such thing. She was a mystery and a puzzle.




James Dylor

Well, the not getting ripped apart sounded rather nice. James decided. But he still wasn't absolutely convinced that he wanted this...company. He preferred his singularity. Okay, no that wasn't true, he'd enjoyed the friendships he'd built when he was a human, even though they ended every time he'd had to move. The forty or so years he'd spent blending in with humans, moving from one primary school to another, then secondary school, then finally a array of high schools. Lykaes didn't age exactly like humans, and people would have become suspicious of his seeming eternal youth. But really. James always opted for suffering quietly, because it was easier. He could rely on himself well enough. He couldn't die, and if he let himself down, well, it'd be the very end of it and he wouldn't really have to worry about it anymore anyway.

"O-okay." He said as she belted his new agenda out in a gentle tone. It didn't seem to mix with what she said, but James was too tired to work things out at the moment. And well, it sounded kind of nice. It was pleasant having someone notice his condition and offer aid. It was nice to be cared about, even if it was by someone he wasn't entirely sure about, someone he barely knew. His eyes hit her face again, and an almost smile lifted up his tired face slightly.

Thank you, Miss." He spoke softly. He'd forgotten to call her as she'd requested, but oh well. Habits die hard, he supposed. no use in stumbling over himself to fix the mistake. It was like the fact that she'd been walking slightly behind him. it irritated him, admittedly. not that she was doing that, but because she had to do that. The human mindset, while still rather sexist, hadn't been that bad when he was living there. But he wasn't going to kick up a fuss over it. Now, at least. If she was going to be 'companioning' him, or whatever the heck it was that she was going to do to keep his body intact and the King's floors free of his blood, he was going to set some things down about all the silly customs of the Lykaes. He wasn't having that, it'd probably make his head explode. or something like that. But with less explosions, because explosions required cleaning.




Sabine Marx

Shortly after he strolled down Haven's street and disappeared from her view, Sabine was walking briskly back towards home, pulling his jacket back over his shoulders. he looked slightly ruffled, as well as slightly distracted, but other than that he still held the same air. Quickly he re-entered his manor without a word. he was...reflecting. He stepped swiftly up to his quarters and settled down in his luxurious chair, the one that sat next to one of the windows. It was curtained at the moment.

The tall platinum blonde did not seem to notice the absence of his personal servant, and when one of the lower servants entered his room after a tentative knock, Sabine sent him away with a glare before looking back down at his book. He was two hundred pages from finishing. Visibly he still looked tired a a touch haunted, and his hair was slightly mussed, which was unusual for him. Usually he looked absolutely impeccable at all times.

He was obviously displeased about something.

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Haven bummed softly while she ascended the few flights of stairs that took her to the correct floor. She disembarked the stairs and strode down the hall, only pausing to unlock her door. At once, she was greeted with a rush of pleasantly-scented air. That's how her apartment always smelled, what with all the flowers. Her black kitten, Delphy (short for Delphinium- boldness) bounded off the couch and hopped over to her. She closed and locked the door back, and crouched down and picked up the kitten. It purred happily in response, then, suddenly finding her boring, escaped her hands and wandered away. She stood up, shaking her head slightly. Delphy was a piece of work. 

She removed her clip on the way to her room, letting her golden locks fall down her shoulders. Haven didn't like her hair down. Although she was almost never superficial like that, she just didn't like the way it looked. Oh well. At least there was no one to see her in her own home. She set the clip down on her dresser, hoping she wouldn't forget where it was. It was her favorite. She could be pretty aloof sometimes, believe it or not. She flipped on the radio, and it played a decent tune she could sway her hips to. She hummed along, dancing about the apartment and disrupting poor Delphy every once in a while. While her body was occupied with entertaining herself, her mind was reevaluating the encounter she'd just barely had. There were many things to think about. First and foremost- why had she started following him? The first word that came to her mind was "stalker", but that made her laugh a little. This was a serious matter. Now then. She contemplated this. He'd seemed so... strangely ethereal-

Wait. Why would she refer to a human being as ethereal? Haven wasn't sure. All she knew was that he didn't look normal. Well, in the sense that he had a strange air about him. He spoke funny, too. Not the kind that makes one laugh. The odd kind of funny. It was peculiar to come across someone who spoke like he had. He'd said a weird word, too. D... What? D-something. Haven was having a hard time remembering. Oh well. It was only a word. Nothing important, albeit it was quite strange. Another strange thing: no random man had ever offered to walk her home before. She knew he was just being chivalrous, but it was definitely something that didn't happen every day. 

One single thought interrupted her mental tirade: Dear God, he knows where I live! She stopped her "dancing". Delphy approached her, whining to be fed. Haven flipped off the radio, then hurried to find something to appease the kitten, anything to distract her from the mind-boggling man, Sabine. 

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Haven was awoken from her replenishing nap by an uncomfortable sensation about her face. It was... furry. Delphy. Jeez. The cat never slept. Or left poor Haven alone. Sure enough, she opened her hazel eyes, only to shut them again to avoid being jabbed in the eye by a small, jet black paw. When she reopened them, she sat up, laughing softly, and scooped the dark kitten into her hands, petting its fuzzy head once or twice. Haven yawned luxuriously and rose from the couch. Delphy mewled and pawed at his owner, obviously wanting either attention or food. Most likely the latter, knowing Delphy. 

Haven sighed and put the kitten down, smiling faintly as he scampered off into the dark recesses of the apartment Haven was sure only he knew about. She tripped over something as she made her way to the homely kitchen. She kicked it away and in a moment, her bare feet were on white tile. Haven pulled a can of Purina from a top cabinet and served it up in a small bowl for the cat. She set it down by the table, not surprised to see Delphy come skittering out of nowhere to eat. Piece of work, thought Haven as she let out another sigh. She frowned. It had been at least a week since she'd last spoken to Saph. It wasn't like her to ignore Haven's texts. Strange, it was. Oh well. Maybe she'd come down with something. Bad. Haven shrugged and looked out the window. The sky carried a hint of orange, signalling sunset was not far off. Perfect time for a walk. 

"Delph," the blonde cooed, slipping on some socks and Sauconys. "I'll be back soon. Guard the fort, okay?" She paused to insert a red rose clip into her hair before heading out the apartment door, careful to lock the door behind her. 

As she stepped out into the hustling, bustling world, Haven smiled softly and brainstormed possible destinations. She walked down the concrete driveway of the complex and merged with the stream of people going here and there via the sidewalk. I could walk to the park, take the trail, then loop back around Main and get back before seven. Alright. Sound like a plan, Parker.

Haven liked the park. It was quiet and scenic and beautiful flowers decorated the sides of the benches and things like that. In the evening, it was quite a sight to behold. To Haven, many things were sights to behold. That was just how she saw things.

Of course, she never made it to the park. Never saw the car coming either. Until it was too late, that is. 

She'd been absentmindedly spacing out and crossing the street. Of course, that was the side of the street the park was on. She'd just decided to cross early, that was all. The street ahead was busier, on average. So, why not cross earlier? Bad decision. Very bad decision. Of course, she thought she'd been safe. Looked both ways and everything. It wasn't until she was in the middle of the road that the silver Audi careened around a corner and into the same street that Haven had been walking on. Next thing she knew, it was headed straight for her. No sign of stopping. 

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Sabine had taken to wandering the streets while the sun was in the sky, not retuning until the last traces to light had been squeezed from the sky. There were, of course, the usual reasons for his behavior, he enjoyed the sun, he couldn't possibly stay trapped inside all day, he needed the space to think, and then there was the reason he couldn't put his thumb on. Or perhaps he just didn't want to admit it. He was hoping to see the little flower again. That was the reason his walks often took him through the park, past her home, following the path they'd taken the night he'd escorted her home. At this moment he was returning from the park, heading down the same old path towards his home, where he'd hunt down something to eat and perhaps sit in his room for a few hours with the quiet company of Lena, read or contemplate matters for a few hours. Plot his next move against the Vampires and Lykaes. Plot the fictitious move after that. Contemplate possibilities.

Her golden hair registered in his mind before the rest of her did. And that rest of her was in the middle of the street. For once in his considerable life span, Sabine reacted before thinking. He pushed humans out his his way, a sound rising in his throat, partly a shout and partly a growl. His long legs ate distance faster than was humanly possible, and he nearly beat the car to her. His fingers wrapped around her shoulder as he passed between her and the vehicle moving towards her. In that moment he praised human physics for carrying him onward, for spinning her around even as the nose of the car met his side, pushing him into her as they both half fell out of the car's path. She hit the ground first, but Sabine twisted so his weight didn't squish her, and he rolled over, taking just as much of the fall as she did, and cushioning the last of her momentum towards the ground with his torso. He muttered a breathless obscenity. The humans were all staring at him, many of them with gaping mouths, Sabine noticed in another second. The silver vehicle had pulled to a screeching halt, and it''s owner, a middle aged human man, emerged from it's maw, a frightened look on his face.

That was the moment in which Sabine decided that he needed to recover and get out of this human infested place before the human healers started coming in their wailing trucks, the ambulances. Irritating little buggers. Sabine stood abruptly, holding the little flower in his arms, to his chest in an almost defensive manner. For the second time he acted before there was possibly time for him to think. Still cradling the human girl in his arms he pushed through the gathering of humans, who gave the tall, intimidating man a wide berth, he walked off. In shock, no humans tried to stop him. Even if they had tried, they would have been met with an icy pale green glare.

Wordlessly the tall blonde man strode a few blocks, his body stiff with pain, then paused for a moment, apparently remembering the human package in his arms. He looked at her for a second, then set her down on the front stair of a random building. "Are you alright?" He asked, his voice clipped. He sounded greatly annoyed, but he wasn't annoyed at the little blonde girl before him. He was annoyed at himself. He wasn't acting properly. He'd gone and saved a girl, attracted so much attention, and it was like his body had reacted without any prompting from his mind. It wasn't right. Not right at all.

he sat down next to the girl to take stock of his own damages. He had a nice gash of asphalt burn down the arm that had hit the ground first thanks to the fact that he'd pushed up the sleeves on his jacket past his elbows to further enjoy the kiss of the sun. It felt like his hip was bruised, both from the point of impact with the car and from the collision with the ground. He'd also knocked his head against the ground, and had a nice lump swelling on the side of his head, near where skull met neck. He ignored his own wounds, however, they would heal quickly enough, he was used to pain, and minor wounds had long ago lost their significance. More importantly was the human. He'd gone to the trouble of saving her, if she was severely hurt he he knew he'd have to take her back to the manor and have her fixed. it was his obligation, if nothing else, he told himself.

His eyes traversed her face, as if the surface itself could tell him if she was broken, if she was bleeding internally, if she was stunned with shock. He couldn't tell if her paleness was fright or merely her usual pallor, but he did notice the dash of little sun kisses across the bridge of her nose. In the daemon world those were considered blessings from the Sun God. His eyes were also drawn to her lips, which were full without seeming petulant. Sabine caught himself and leaned back slightly, away from the human flower. He was not a bumble bee, he had no reason feel attracted to her. None at all. He was just worried about her, that was all. He'd gone to all the trouble of saving her, and he had to know if his efforts had been fruitful, or if further action needed to be taken. That was all. All. Nothing more. end of story.

"Do you require medical attention?" He added a few second later, his chin tipping down slightly so he could look properly at her again, read her wide hazel eyes, glean the answer from there, not from her words. Windows to the soul, eyes were. And without realizing it, Sabine's eyes were reflecting a worry that was beyond even his own mental cognition, it was a pure emotion that he could barely even grasp. But his soul bared it easily enough, even if the worry couldn't express itself anywhere else on the cool face.

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The car drew close enough so that Haven could blearly see the middle-aged man inside. He looked just as frightened as she did. Of course, that didn’t really register until seconds later. And by that time, she wasn’t on the street anymore. In fact, she had been turned away from the Audi by another human body, who’d felt the impact of the car before it could touch her, although it was a realatively small impact since the velocity of the other body had carried them out of the street. She hit the ground, but the body twisted and she ended up on top of the other, obviously masculine, body. Although her eyes were open, she barely noticed the gaping bystanders. As she was lifted into the air, her eyes widened as she was clutched to the male’s torso. She knew who this was. It was taking her longer to remember, due to the shock of the incident and all, but under normal circumstances she would’ve recognized the pale-haired man immediately. It was Sabine, the mysterious not-quite-stranger from a week ago.

Despite the fact that she was still in shock from the life-threatening incident, her stomach fluttered upon recognition of Sabine. The odd stranger had perplexed her from the beginning, and her mind was in a flurry as to how he’d managed to come across her in time. It was most likely a coincidence. But it was very strange all the same. Lucky too. Very, very lucky. Haven immediately felt a warming sense of gratitude towards the man. She wasn’t sure if she would’ve died from the car crash, but either way, she felt… indebted.

She was caried for what seemed like forever, but probably wasn’t that long at all. Haven couldn’t tell. She was off in her own world. After all, it wasn’t every day she almost got run over. After an amount of time she couldn’t quite measure, she felt herself being set down on the steps of a building. She didn’t bother checking to see what kind it was. Didn’t really matter. Haven opened her eyes and kept them fixed on her Sauconys, not wanting to look anywhere else. She found she could move, tapping her shoe on the pavement. Haven heard his voice. ”Are you alright?” Haven felt a small twinge of pain on her left arm, probably bruised from where she hit the ground. Not worth mentioning, she decided. So, in response to Sabine’s inquiry, she nodded faintly, taking note of how his voice was laced with a particular tightness… annoyance? Haven could imagine. He’d drawn so much (most likely unwanted) attention to himself. All because of her. It was pretty plausible as to why he’d be annoyed, if it really was annoyance she’d detected after all.

Sabine joined her on the step, looking himself over. Haven took this as an opportunity to steal a glance at her savior herself. He looked strangely ethereal like last time, and oddly intimidating. He seemed to be injured. Much, much more so than herself, and her eyes widened ever so slightly. She averted her gaze, turning it back to her sneakers. "Do you require medical attention?" Haven looked back at Sabine, not wanting to make direct eye contact. She settled her gaze just below his eyes instead. Better. She blinked once, then shook her head, not wanting to speak. She felt words were unnecessary. But still, she couldn’t stop herself from forcing a small smile and saying, “I’m fine, really.” The last thing she wanted was to be fussed over. She didn’t want to take up any more of the man’s time.

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Sabine made a chuffing sound in his throat. He didn't believe the flower. She'd just been nearly hit by a car. He inclined his head slightly, then tilted it in her direction. "I do not believe you, little Sunflower." he stated simply. He reached out with a finger and gently prodded the bruise welling up on her arm. "You were nearly killed by a reckless human," he paused for a moment, then pushed himself back to his feet, stretching his back and arms to prevent the soreness that loomed right above his muscles from over taking him yet. "Really, it would be no trouble, at least let Meridith take a look at your head and your arm, just to make sure." He implored in his half-melted sort of way. Lydia was the unnamed nurse of the company. She was similar to Lena in her background, Sabine had a sort of... softness towards the unfortunate halflings. Of course, Merry was quite a bit older than Lena, and she was more of a plump, good-natured type that would as soon whack you with a spoon as feed you. She was one of the only ones who Sabine referred to with her first name, not some blank pet name or merely her last name, because she was the sort of woman who demanded such things. Not vocally, but just front the way she held herself.

The daemon looked at the little human for a moment, his hand going to his other arm and toying with his rock decorated gash unconsciously. He wasn't going to just leave her sitting there. well, he could escort her home, but at the same time, a sneaking part of him wanted to spend more time with her. He put it down to making sure his efforts in saving her had been fruitful once again, he would not admit that he fancied this girl, not at all. After all, why would he? He was a daemon lord, and she was merely a little human dandelion. For that rhetorical question he had no answer. Fah, he needed to stop over thinking things.

"I shall not just leave you sitting here." Sabine said, moving nearer to her again, but not resuming his seated position on the stair. For a second, an expression flicked over his face, almost too quick for someone to see and process, then he had her again, up in his arms. He wasn't going to argue about this. he was already high strung, even though it really didn't show on his features, after what he'd done without his own permission. It was really eating at him. He didn't regret saving the girl, and that was part of the problem. His mind was delving into territories where he couldn't see the ground, where he didn't know whether his next step was going to be on dry ground, water, or thin air. And he hated it with every fibre of his being.

"My home is not far from here. Meridith will examine you, then I shall escort you where ever it was that you were going, or if you wish you may stay for supper." He said, his usually stony voice starting to strain with the effort of remaining impassive. He just couldn't take this. it was infuriating, but not in a way that made him want to destroy anything, except perhaps his own mind. After a block he set her down, almost positive that she would continue following him. If she did not, then he would not pursue her, she deserved to have some ounce of choice in the matter, he would merely continue on towards his home, through the gate and to the room next to the kitchen where Merry had set up her little impromptu work space, and get his own wounds examined and fixed. If she did chose to follow him, then nothing would change, and Merry would most likely make a fit over her king bringing a girl home.

Sabine's eyes found her face again, and he tried for a smile that turned out more like a grimace. "You deserve your own choice in the matter." he stated. "I shall not force you, but I would appreciate it if you assuaged my worries. I should not like you collapsing unexpectedly from a concussion or some such horror." His brow was knit with the faintest of creases, as if he truly meant what he was saying to the very depths of his core. Which he very well could have been. He was numb after about the third layer, so he couldn't tell.




James Dylor

The blue eyed boy's head jerked up as he heard Belle's words. He smiled at her. "No, no, I was just resting." he said, rising into a standing position. Blinking the slight stickiness of his half-nap from his eyes and running a hand through his hair. He heaved a sigh, refreshing the air in his lungs, but his smile weathered on for a few more moments. He, while he enjoyed silence, and the silent moments of reflection, enjoyed her company just as much. He'd never really had any sort of companion before, not in this world at least, as all the other servants seemed to ostracize him, and those who didn't were either apathetic or they were to scared that if they reached out to him that they would be ostracized themselves, or that they might draw attention from the king, which would ultimately end in death. And James had never really attempted to find friends after the first fifty years or so he'd pretty much just given up on the whole deal, pushing himself to work harder instead.

Belle was a pleasant change of pace. If nothing else, her mere presence was enough. Sometimes it was nice to just have someone around who cared. James hadn't had someone like that in his life since his Ma died. And she was like a little ray of sunshine, which he sorely needed. "How was your afternoon?" He inquired. He'd managed to get out of calling her Miss when it was apparent that she would be spending quite a bit of time with him, and that she obviously did not want him calling her by that title. Even though with the way she carried herself and air about her it seemed almost mandatory to call her such a name: Lady, Miss, but he didn't question it.

It was better not to.

Perhaps a part of his mind did know that she wasn't being entirely truthful, but another bit didn't want to know, preferred her company and feared what would happen when someone finally did out with whatever the truth was. Which was the largest reason why he let the matter be.

While he didn't didn't address her as Miss, he didn't throw her name into inane conversation. It didn't feel right to address her as such. So he only used her name when he absolutely had to, when he needed to catch her attention or some such thing. He tried to be discreet about it, but he didn't think it was working. Belle was astute, it was difficult to get anything past her. He fell into a step, one that he'd grown accustomed to after a week of walking and talking with the young woman. Just as he'd ceased his use of the title 'Miss', she'd stopped walking slightly behind him, and now they walked side by side, which he really appreciated. It was nice to not have to worry about rules and ranks and superiority and all the other foolish regulations of this world. The said and unsaid ones. To just walk with a friend. It reminded him of human days spent walking with friends, with girls, which were sweet memories.

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Haven had a feeling as soon as she said the words, Sabine was giong to dismiss them at once. He seemed adamant in his decision to assist her some how, more so than she was, anyhow. Sure enough, he made an odd guttural sound at the back of his throat and replied, tilting his head forward slightly, "I do not believe you, little Sunflower." Ooooof course. Why am I not surprised? "You were nearly killed by a reckless human," he paused and rose to his feet. Haven ignored how odd the last part of that sentence was. [b]"Really, it would be no trouble, at least let Meridith take a look at your head and your arm, just to make sure." Haven mentally shrugged, weighing the possible outcomes of alternate replies. If she said no and stood her ground, which she wasn’t entirely sure she was capable of doing against this certain man, would he get angry? Or would he just accept her answer and leave? That she wasn’t sure of. However, if she replied positively, she’d get her wounds treated, however minor they were. That is... if Sabine wasn’t some kind of creepy psychotic kidnapping rapist-

Oh God, she was going to scare the crap out of herself! Haved decided not to overthink things. After all, she could always call the cops, right? But she left her phone at home... There she was overthinking things again! She mentally shook her head as she prepared her answer-

"I shall not just leave you sitting here." And just like that, she was off the step and in his arms again. Looks like that wasn’t up for debate. Haven tried not to sigh. It wouldn’t have a bored or dissapointed sigh, but a semi-curious sigh, as she wondered of what was to come. She was being taken, carried, to the house of a man she’d only seen twice before. "My home is not far from here. Meridith will examine you, then I shall escort you where ever it was that you were going, or if you wish you may stay for supper." And he basically invited me to stay over.

About a block later, or something like that (she wasn’t paying much attention) she was promptly put down again. Before she could finally pick an answer, their eyes met and he spoke to her, "You deserve your own choice in the matter. I shall not force you, but I would appreciate it if you assuaged my worries. I should not like you collapsing unexpectedly from a concussion or some such horror." Haven was at a loss for words for a moment or two. He really was concerned, wasn’t he? Although the last thing she wanted to do was cause concern for this man that she barely knew yet who’d saved her from major injuries, but then again, wouldn’t declining his offer cause him to worry more? Perhaps the best thing to do was to in fact accept the offer and follow him home. And that’s just what she did.

“I guess you’re right... okay. I’ll come,” she said, smiling softly up at him.

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Character Portrait: Sabine Marx Character Portrait: Haven Nadia Parker Character Portrait: James Dylor Character Portrait: Annabelle of Quarth
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James Dylor

The young man hadn't noticed the look that had crossed Belle's face for the moment after her playful words, as he was still struggling with the last dregs of his half-sleep. As they walked he cleaned himself up a bit, flattening the wrinkles in his shirt that had sprung up during his nap and running a hand through his hair, restoring it to some semblance of neatness. It was actually getting quite long, he'd have to drum up some way to cut it again, either by taking shears to his own head or sneaking off at some time and either scrounge up enough money to get one or donate his head to the science of hair cuttery for an hour and hopefully make it out with his neck still attached to his shoulders and his ears where they should be. He very much liked his ears, but he loathed having his hair in his face, and cutting his hair himself would most likely end up badly. Not to mention the fact that he didn't have very much human currency on him at the moment.

James turned his attention to Belle as she spoke, nodding interestedly. She offered her usual, slightly vague answer, nothing more than James expected. And then she added more information. She'd been in the library, reading. James remembered enjoying books when he was in school. They'd changed with the times, but always stayed the same, somehow. That had been quite a long time ago, however, and James had never had any motivation to explore this library. He was too busy to, of course. He'd been inside a couple times, the king rarely visited the library, so it wasn't part of his chore list. Bowen, he knew, spent quite a bit of time in there, which was the primary reason for many of James's brief visits. Delivering an oral note from the king.

At the young woman's next words, James's expression faltered with trepidation for a few moments. He could tell the library meant quite a bit to his companion though, so he wasn't going to refuse. But it had been much too long since James had read anything more than a couple sentences. His reading skill and speed had dwindled down to the prowess of a human kindergartener. And admittedly, he didn't want Belle to know that. Being in the library, which was quite full of books, heightened that chance. "I'd love to." He said all the same, reviving himself. "I've only been in the library sparingly." He agreed with her prior statement after a moment.

Many of the servants, and guards as well, were no great shakes at reading unless they needed it for one of their jobs. It seemed that literary intelligence wasn't an imperative for working in the King's court. Of course, many of the Lykaes, if they had been smarter, wouldn't be working directly for the king. Because, despite the recent slowdown of deceased servants, the king went through many people, and needed a steady flow of new ones to take their places. which meant that not only were many noble's younger sons and daughters affected to the court, some because it was an honor to serve the king, and some who were, like James, failures in the eyes of their parents, many who were desperate for work and a somewhat steady pay were drawn into the place.

Well, on the bright side, being in the library didn't necessarily mean that he'd have to read. he could smile and nod and go along with whatever it was that Belle wanted to show him well enough. He liked her company, and by no means was going to reject it over such a petty little thing, even if it did set him slightly uneasy. The blue-eyed young man managed a true smile, and gestured forward to sooth his own silly misgivings. "Lead the way."


Sabine Marx

What crossed the tall daemon's face after the little sunflower accepted his offer was perhaps one of the strongest emotions to cross his face in a long while. Or at least, the strongest emotion not based on some type of rage or anger. It wasn't all that potent, the corners of his eyes and mouth relaxed slightly, and he almost looked happy for a moment. He looked away, back down the street they were walking down. They were quite close to home. More the 'the house' actually. Sabine tried to keep out of it as much as he could. It wasn't that he didn't like the place, it was just another building to him, and it held nothing of interest apart from Lena. And most of his and Lena's conversations involved few words and much sitting in the same room, absorbed in their own books. Which was actually quite far from stimulating. It was relaxing though, he'd give it that.

"Thank you." He said softly, almost as if he was speaking to himself, not her. He shot her a slightly curious green-eyed glance, but looked away quickly. He felt quite awkward now. What does one say to a human girl? He couldn't help but wonder. Then he shook the thoughts out of his head. What was he doing, worrying on like a love struck school child. Ha. Sabine said nothing as they rounded the block. Now there was another two blocks before the manor, and then Merry's prattling on about something or another would drown out everything else. Sabine couldn't help but shoot the blonde woman another glance. Just why had he saved her? Topically there was nothing special about her, no features that stuck out. She was pretty, granted, but still just a normal human. And he was Sabine, King of the Daemons, known for his sharp intelligence and heartless exterior. How had she reduced him to such base instincts as to run out and risk injury to save her? Humans, mortals, they lived, then they died, what did it matter to him?

It mattered quite a bit, apparently. Or at least, this curious creature did. This woman who'd followed him through the park, more curious than frightened, and who now bravely accompanied him home. She couldn't just be a normal human. Sabine would un-puzzle this curiosity. He'd figure out just why this little sun-daughter had drawn something out of him that no one else dared to even dream of trying to do. She'd piqued a protective instinct that just wasn't logically safe. And Sabine, while it did eat away at his mind due to its baffling qualities, didn't mind it all that much. It was new, different.

For now Sabine decided that he'd act as these new little instincts told him to. He'd see exactly what they wanted out of his acquaintanceship with Haven Parker. Perhaps discerning a motive would make this easier to understand. it was almost as if he was examining another, not his own mind, as these little creeping sensations were quite foreign. He shot yet another look at the young woman walking next to him, then almost tentatively reached out and took her delicate hand in his, offering another attempt at a smile. This small action seemed to weight more than previous contact with her, holding her arm, pushing her out of the way, picking her up, those were menial, inane. But Sabine couldn't identify this. he felt one part nervous, as if worried that she'd pull away, half a part like he did when he was thinking about Lena, and half a part that he couldn't quite put his thumb on. The emotion was familiar enough, his body was capable of handling it, but he had to words to put it to. And then there was a smearing of protectionism, which seemed almost feral in nature. Like the annoyance he felt at the guards he knew abused Lena, but amplified.

Sabine seemed quite drained of words as they walked, he was very busy trying to work everything out in his head, this was something he needed to write down on a very large sheet of paper and work out, his head was no place to be doing such things. They reached the gate, which was opened promptly for them, and up the short walk to the face of his home. The front lawn of sorts had been turned into something new, it was a garden of sorts to keep curious eyes out. A shallow lake filled the basin in the middle, and trees, mostly willow trees, manifested the rolling stretch before the foreboding building. Halfway down the walk the sounds from the outside world were hushed to a quiet murmur that the whispering of the trees easily overtook. Sabine sighed pleasantly. "I should apologize in advance for Merry, she's quiet eccentric." He said, coming alive again, taking his hand from Haven's and running it through his hair as he looked up at his home. The one back in Dorthi Regum was much more beautiful, but this one served its purposes. It looked like a haunted mansion before it was haunted, actually.

Upon stepping inside, it wasn't long before Sabine had led his companion to the room beside the kitchen, which was quite similar in layout. The largest difference was the woman inside, who was clucking over something with her back turned to the pair when they entered. The slight creases of a mischievous, nearly childlike grin curved the fair man's face. "Merry, I have a job for you." He called out. The woman jumped and turned around, a look of delight spreading across her features. She had long brown hair that was pulled up in a messy bun at the nape of her neck, and her eyes were the color of cracked stone. She had a slightly ruddy complexion, and laugh lines drew bold marks across her face.

"Sabine, sweetheart!" She said. Sabine allowed himself to be embraced by the very short, slightly round woman. "You haven't come down to chat in a good long while." She reprimanded him sweetly before being distracted by the guest. "Oh, hello there chickadee, It's nice to meet you!" She said, grabbing the blonde girl's hand and shaking it before pulling her into a spine cracking embrace as well. "What are we here for?" She asked, looking back to the king.

"We had an unfortunate run in with a car." He said.

"Oh dearie. Well, let me check you over sweetheart." She said, pulling up a plain, sturdy chair for the human girl to sit in. "Let's see, do you have any open wounds? How about bruises? Let me look at your pupils too." The woman began rattling off possibly afflictions quickly, whirl winding around her new charge, intermingling her health questions with personal ones. "What's your name? How did you meet Sabine? You know, he doesn't bring many young ladies home." She giggled and earned a sharp look from Sabine, who'd moved over to the doorway and was speaking quietly to a tall redheaded woman. The woman scurried off, off to find Lena, a slightly perturbed look in her eye. she'd heard what had happened to the girl. Guard talk spread fast.

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Character Portrait: Lena of Anguaren Character Portrait: Sabine Marx Character Portrait: Yeremy Markovich Character Portrait: Haven Nadia Parker
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Lena, servant to the King of Demons


Lena had drifted off to the sound of Yeremy's reassuring words. It was nice, knowing that he would take care of things, so though her mind still held that trace of worry that the king would return any moment now, she had no problems sinking into the unconscious dream-state. The nightmare soon came rushing, ruining her moment of tranquility, bringing about fear once more. Her eyelids fluttered as her mind relived the horrors of her latest rape. "Scream for me, bitch," she heard the words before her dream vividly recalled the looks of the tall, muscular demon male. His black hair, and his burning, amber eyes. Even the crook of his nose and the shape of his thin lips were painted onto this dream-version of her tormentor, the scare across his cheek making her whimper. In this world, Lena wasn't in her own body. It was an odd, grueling experienced as she watched herself being pounded gruffly against the wall, screaming her lungs out, her throat growing hoarse with the effort, from afar.

The servant had tears coursing down her cheeks and blood trailing down her thighs. Then the cruel guard pulled back only to remove his condom, replacing it with one that had little spikes on outer side of it and the look of horror on the servant's face - absolute fear and desperation taking over her delicate features, her eyes already swollen and red from crying. Lena, as she watched events unfurl, felt numb. Numb to both the physical and emotional pain, and then, as the guy smiled coldly and pushed himself inside the woman, she cried out yet again, the blood between her legs flooded by yet another bout of the red substance. Lena closed her eyes, a shiver running through her. They fluttered open moments later, and she suspected she'd heard something as Yeremy's bathroom came back into focus.

The redheaded runner servant had run towards Yeremy's chambers after finding a dress for the king's personal servant, where she knew Lena had been taken to, biting her nails all the while. She was quite aware that the king's reaction would not be subtle. Lena was special for some reason none of the servants understood, and then as she reached the door, she knocked, urgency causing her to merely open the door and curtsy at the adviser. "M'lord, the king is back from his trip. He requests the presence of his personal servant, sir." She bowed her head, "pardon the intrusion, but I believe the king is in a peculiar mood, m'lord." Lena had only just caught the the last words about Sabine being in a peculiar mood, and she drew in a deep breath, ignoring the burning in her throat. She was still shaking from her life-like nightmarish memory of her rape, but she carefully and very slowly forced herself into a standing position. She had to go to the king; that was her job and her most valued duty. He was back and had ordered the runner to come 'fetch' her. She winced as pain shot through the most private area of her body. Lena was completely torn and ruined - literally, but it didn't stop her from fighting the pain coursing through her. She felt better after her short while in the tub, so now she felt she at least could move. She'd have to thank the adviser when she found the ability to speak again.

The servant girl, so very loyal to her king, fought her way into a standing position beside the tub, supporting her weight with a hand on the wall at her side. How was she ever going to be able to do this? Hell, the king would know something was going on no matter what. She looked at herself in the mirror, drawing in another deep breath, struck by how hideous she looked. Could she go to Sabine looking like this? And she did not have any clothes. She shook her head slowly, hugging Yeremy's soaked jacked around her bare, now somewhat clean form. She moved slowly to poke her head outside the bathroom, her eyes widening a little to see a dress in the runner servant's hands. Oh, thank the heavens. A vague smile touched her lips and when the redheaded servant caught sight of her, she silently passed the dress over to Lena, who shut the door and slowly dressed herself, folding Yeremy's jacket and leaving it on the side of the tub. She had bare feet and no underwear, but it was at least something. Aside from the lack of a bra being rather obvious, no one could say she was inappropriately dressed... or... well, not extremely so, anyway. She carefully made her way outside the room, a shadow of a smile directed at the tall adviser - her unexpected savior.

She said nothing, knowing that Yeremy would have to let her go, even if he didn't want to. You didn't ignore the king's wishes. If his majesty wanted her to relax, he would have to tell her himself, although she suspected he'd throw a fit first... or maybe after. Either way, he would not be happy. Shivering a little at the cold air in the room and a little from fear pounding in her heart. She wanted to serve and please the king, but she was frankly unable to right now. Wouldn't stop her from trying, though. She looked at the floor, silently following the much faster runner servant to where Sabine. It took a while for her to reach his destination, and through her haze she discovered where they were. What had happened? Her head snapped up as she shakily went to her king, a quivering, unsteady curtsy making up her greeting a little way from the tall man himself. Her brown eyes moved to the blonde girl at his side for a second, but she was too worn and ruined to ponder it too much, or even be that shocked, despite the fact that she knew she should be. Sabine had taken a woman home, after all! But she just couldn't. Instead she looked up at Sabine, her eyes blank red from her crying. She was trying not to let him see that she was in pain, but part of her knew she'd never fool him.