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Yeremy Markovich

I assist the king so one day we will win.

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

Description

Demon King's Advisor

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Nickname(s):
"I have none."
He is only known as Yeremy. Some have tried to attach a nick name to him but none ever seemed to stick.


Age (Real Age):
24 (2432)

Gender:
[size=90]Male


Looks (descriptive + must include height – anything not in, or not apparent in, the picture!)
"Well... I'm tall, dark and handsome..."
He's tall at six feet seven inches and quite sturdy at 180 pounds. Yeremy is very muscular but at the same time, becauuse of his height, he looksfairly skinny. Yeremy keeps his hair fairly short around his ears but not like a buzz cut or anything. It's usually ruffled and messy looking but in a clean way. His dark blue/black hair makes his ivory skin look white. He doesn't really tan much and when he does, it fades very quickly. His eyes are intense and mysterious, emerald green irisis are surrounded with thick black lashes.
Yeremy prefers to wear stylish clothing and tries to keep up with the latest trends. Living for so long has left him kind of bored with his appearance and Yeremy enjoys changing his look every couple of months. However, he will wear bright unique colors along with black and grays and such. He isn't very picky.

Occupation (mostly relevant to the sisters):
[size=90]Yeremy doesn'y really need a job. However, he is a man that gets bored easily and needs something to keep him occupied. At present, Yeremy is working as a high ranking attorney in the same law firm as Alara.


Skills/Equipment (meaning martial-arts training, favorite weapon and so on. Not relevant to the sisters)
Yeremy has many thowing knives that he hides all over his body. He likes them because they are fast and light. Swords weight him down, guns are too loud and daggers are too slow for his liking. He can also use chains and has mastered tae kwon do and karate. A skill that he is very proud of is learning over twenty different languages.


Personality/History:
He's charming, confident and very, very charismatic. He knows how to humor people to his advantage and charm them onto his side. He's always been a good talker. Women adore him and men admire him. He's very loved and looked up to. Even when he gets impatient or annoyed, Yeremy will normally keep it in check and continue as if nothing is bothering him. There's something about him that gets people to trust and pour their heart out onto him. It is also a gift and a burden. Yeremy can almost get any information out of anyone but it's also annoying when he doesn't really care about people at all. He's manipulative and sneaky and very clever. He's always been a precocious boy. Though he doesn't show it, he thinks himself very superior than those around him.... maybe even the king....? His parents did not love each other but they doted on him for all he was worth. They got him everything he wanted and treated him specially.

Yeremy doesn't believe in love or in second chances. He may seem like a nice guy but he's very cold hearted and will not hesitate to kill or punish. Everyone is just a piece in his twisted mind games and if they get in the way... he will take them out.

Other:
[size=90]Most demons really like blondes... Yeremy finds himself finding the brunettes a lot more attractive.


Post (this is merely an example of how you would act your character):
It was just another day in this thing called life. Yeremy pulled the curtains open, letting in the warm morning sun. Better. That stupid servant girl kept shutting the drapes at night when he would go to sleep and it was infuriating. He liked waking up to the bright light streaming though his large rounded window. He would have to have a little... talk with her. If the servant didn't even do what they were supposed to do, what was the ppoint of having them? The demon advisor rolled his eyes in annoyancec and took a seat in a large red velvet armchair. Would they bring in his breakfast on time? Or would they screw that up too? Useless. Seriously useless. His piercing green eyes watched the clock dangerously. It was five minutes until that little wench should be coming in with his breakfast tray.

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"Good Morning, Master Yeremy!" He blinked in surprise at the new servant who hopped in with a tray. "I'll be taking over for a couple days. Will you need anything else?"
She was short, curvy and cute. It made the corners of his lips turn up. This would be sort of interesting. He likes having his food on time... but it was this little girl's first time here. Maybe she had a real excuse... like getting lost? Either way, this was interesting. It was always fun corrupting the innocent ones.

So begins...

Yeremy Markovich's Story

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Character Portrait: Lena of Anguaren Character Portrait: Yeremy Markovich Character Portrait: James Dylor Character Portrait: Sapphire Allyson Parker Character Portrait: Bowen Tane
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OOC: All the kings, along with their destined partners are out - somewhere they will meet eachother, but apart from the other couples. Staff can do whatever they want, except I will be setting some character-interaction into motion. Oh, and for the Vampire king: the guy stalking Sapphire is a vamp, so you should have no trouble getting rid of him, seeing as you're his king and all. xD
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Sapphire

"Is he still staring at me like I'm on the menu for tonight?" Sapphire asked her friend, Gwen, making a face at the thought. The two of them had spent an hour or so at their favorite restaurant, having a late dinner like they often did. Now, they were taking a walk in the park nearby, casually strolling along the gravel path among the grass and trees. It was nice, except for the tall, dark-haired creep who'd been following them the entire time, staring at her like she stared at chocolate-cake and strawberries during her period. It was eerie. She felt confident though. No single guy would attack two women, so if he didn't leave soon, she would merely grab a cab when she left the club they were headed towards. And tomorrow, she would drive to the diner in which she would have brunch with her amazing sisters, Alara and Haven. The three of them had the exact same parents, yet Alara looked nothing like Haven and Sapphire. It was like she'd caught an entirely different gene-pool, really. A funny thing.

She looked up, gazing at the beautiful moon, having risen only hours before. It would be full in a couple of days, she could tell. Sapphire loved the night, much more than she did the day. Yes, it was colder, it was dark, the wind often picked up, and creepy guys like Mr. Stalker went boo, but she just... there was something about the otherworldly glow of the moon and the beautiful stars, winking at her like they were in on a secret she had yet to learn. She noticed Gwen glancing behind her to properly answer Saph's question and couldn't help smiling. Thank god for friends who looked at your stalkers for you so you wouldn't have to yourself.

"Yeah," Gwen then said apologetically, looking at Sapphire once more, "but he's further behind... maybe he'll lose interest by the time we reach the club?" A girl could hope, right? Unfortunately, however, Sapphire wasn't big on the hope-thing. You always ended up so damned disappointed and she hated that, even if she had no trouble disappointing her parents. She ran a hand through her red mane, blue eyes reverting to her friend, presenting her with a beautiful smile. "Doesn't matter either way. He's probably just some creep who likes to look at my ass," she said, laughing off the effects of goosebumps on her jacket-covered arms. No reason for Gwen to be all worried.


They reached the club not long after, both sighing happily to enter the warmth, the song "Titanium" blasting through the speakers. It wasn't exactly her favorite, but Gwen liked it here. Personally, Sapphire was more of a rock/alternative kind of gal, but none of her friends really were, so she dealt. The guy hadn't stopped following them, which made Sapphire want to stop and tell him to get lost. If he kept staring at the club too, she definitely would. Who the hell did he think he was to scare the crap out of her like that? She shook her head a little, shaking off her nerves, smiling at Gwen as the girl asked what drink Sapphire wanted. "Something strong," she merely replied, moving with her friend to find two seats in the bar. When they did, Sapphire sat down, pushing herself through the crowd and into the illuminating light of the overhead lamps in the bar. Gwen, moved around a little, catching the attention of the bartender. Sapphire barely noticed, though as she straightened her outfit (picture). She was busy scanning the club, hoping to find some male company that might just scare the other guy off.
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Lena

Bees... busy little bees. That's what they were; all of the other maids and servants. She helped, of course, even though they didn't ask her to... they never would. It was the way of her world. No friendly words or kind pats on the shoulder. Nothing. She craved it, but she couldn't have it. Ever. The king had brought five of them along with him to earth, which was an unusually large party, when you added the 20 guards, including the captain. Then of course, the king's adviser, Yeremy - not a nice guy, even by demon standards. He, like the king, made an art of causing fear to beat through her along with irritation in Yeremy's case. She didn't know why he was so interested in causing her harm like that, but he was and it bugged her, though she'd never say anything. She never did. Once, she had spoken against a guard and he'd beaten her into within an inch of her life. Of course, the king had had him flogged for it - Lena had after all been unable to work for weeks - but she knew that given proper cause, anyone would do as that guard had did. Regardless of consequences... well, perhaps they'd make it more subtle to avoid death, but pain was pain, and she'd never complain to the king.

So yes, if her marks could not be seen, the king would not know from her. It was enough that she was a little, weak girl among big men and women, and she wouldn't make it worse by becoming the telltale they all thought she was. She might be sweet compared to all these brutes, but she had a mind of her own, and she would not let them be right on this one. She sighed, looking around the room of people who were ignoring her, then shook her head, smoothed her little dress over, pulled her cardigan closer and started walking up the stairs, towards the right wing where the king resided in this earth-mansion. It probably wouldn't be long until her master was home, and he so hated it when it wasn't newly cleaned. She had of course done the cleaning, but she had yet to change the sheets, which was now her goal. She preferred the castle back at home, honestly - many more places to hide and a lot more for Yeremy to do in stead of bothering her all the time.

... and speaking of the devil, there he was. Lena spun around on her heel the second she spotted the familiar fair skin and black hair. She quickly regretted the action though, knowing she had to finish her tasks, and taking a deep breath, she turned back, fixed her gaze on the ground and kept walking towards him. Right into the lion's den.
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Bowen

Bowen Tane wasn't in a very patient mood right now. His brother was out, doing whatever the hell he wanted, because that's what a king did, and Bowe was left with his whelp of a servant, James. He had brought his own, of course... his little blonde. A girl who did little to hide the fact that she wanted him. It was pathetic, yes, and like all Lykae, Bowe loved the thrill of a hunt. However, sometimes he just didn't have the time to spend time on girls, and in those cases, Amy showed him a good time. He wasn't really a fan of foregoing sex, you see. The problem with James wasn't that Bowe had to take him as a servant - no, the problem was... that his dear brother wanted things done in a certain way, and Bowen was trying to make sure the pup survived his first 100 years in Narek's services. Something not many servants did.

"Scrub harder, boy." He ordered, calmly - not harsh, not rough, just expressionless as he watched James trying to wash blood out of the pristine wooden floors of Narek's private quarters. The king had had another one of his fits when a girl had forgotten to bring bacon with his breakfast. Lykaes, especially male ones, needed meat, and well... the king loved his food. Bowen leaned against the door-frame, big arms crossed over his broad torso, darkbrown eyes set on James. This was what his life had become. He... was a baby sitter. He should secure a teenage-girl for that... some human chick who might fit the little whelp - like in all the American movies.

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Alara Azlea Parker


It was another day and Alara was walking along the streets to work. She loved her job and was quite proud of it.... not that any one could tell, but her boss was such a moron sometimes. On some days he was so sweet and got her coffee and such... then he would ask her out to dinner and she'd decline.. as she always did and for the next coupld of weeks, he'd sulk and act like a compete ass. Maybe she should ask to be transferred to a different branch. It would certainly keep her life a lot more stable. But that would mean leaving some of the people she worked with and that would suck. Yeremy was an awesome person to work with and he could be nice and fun. The ideal man... Alara supressed a smile as she thought of her co-worker. He was a little higher in the rankings since he was older but he treated her as if she was an equal. That was probably the best part of him.

Alara kept walking, stopping only to help a little girl and her younger brother cross the road safely. Where were their parents? the young woman just ran a hand through her long black hair and walked into the law firm. It was warm and cozy.

"Hello, Miss. A!" the new intern trotted over to her and handed Alara a warm mug of tea. "How are you? You look gorgeous today."
Alara nodded her head at him. "I'm well, Jackson, and yourself?" She ignored the compliment. In experience, she realized it was best to overlook them and pretend they never said it than thanking them. He gave her a wide happy grin and stated telling her all the details of his day to her. Alara, being Alara just nodded and listened patiently though actualy, she just wanted to shove his face into the wall and leave him there. It was kinda annoying listening to him try to impress her.

Ten minutes later, Alara was grabbing her papers and walking out of that building, her black heeled boots clicking against the cement sidewalk almost with relief. Tucking her bag underneath one arm she went up to the counter of the cafe and ordered a hot chocolate. After she paid, she took a seat in a cozy little booth and started looking over her work papers.


Yeremy Markovich


The demon king's advisor was just making his rounds around the palace, making sure everything was running smoothly. Thankfully, he only had to reprimand someone once for spilling some tea. Some demons were so incompetant these days. Yeremy put on a smile as a high ranking subject, though not as high as himself, came up to talk to him. Fools, the lot of them. It was amazing how they've survived this long. So many of them had lost half their brains from living so long, losing the will to even live. Pathetic weaklings. The world was better off without them.

Yeremy was even beginning to think that humans were much more pleasant and interesting to be around. One woman in particular kept popping into his mind. Alara Parker was an interesting creatures indeed. He could never figure out what she was thinking. Her face was always so blank but if you listened carefully, her voice said otherwise. Funny, really and a challenge to his bored mind.

He smiled and excused himself from the man's presence without hearing a single word. A couple of servant girls came and offered him some tea. Of course he declined with a pleasant smile. Most people loved him after all. Except those that new his true personality. Such as... the servant girl Lena. The thought of her put a cruel amused glint in his eyes. Poor girl was living with demons. Demons much stronger than her. It was just so easy to push her around and tease her.

"Lena, love." His lips curved up as she walked toward him. "Off to clean the king's room, yes?" He paused for a moment. "Better hurry, darling, he may be here sooner than you know it."

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Lena

She winced as she heard the smooth voice addressing her, so much internal sarcasm in the tone. His endearments felt more like verbal daggers, which she knew was oh so intentional. "Off to clean the king's room, yes?" She heard him say then, but made no more to answer, instead she kept moving, standing right at his side when he said "Better hurry, darling, he may be here sooner than you know it." She made a face at the comment, but as she was still keeping her face down, it was barely visible. She knew he was taunting her, trying to scare her, but this wasn't the worst he could tease her with, so in stead of keeping quiet, moving past him as she'd usually do, she stopped and looked up at him, brown eyes expressionless. It only ever faltered when she was really scared, and though Yeremy was certainly capable of inducing those kind of feelings in her, he mostly just annoyed her right now. It was really lame tease, and she couldn't help but fire back. Sometimes she just got so sick of all the teasing. She didn't care if he beat her or otherwise punished her... she'd had it if he couldn't even be inventive anymore.

"I believe the king will reprimand me if he has an issue with the pace of my work, my lord." She said the words casually, expressionless, though a little flicker of her irritation could be felt. "I have no need for your kind warnings, though I much appreciate your gesture." She knew she was pushing it, that Yeremy would hear the sarcasm in her voice, though she tried to hide it, disguising it behind a calm facade and polite words. She hated how easy she was to read. "Now, if your lordship will excuse me..." she then said, starting to move past him... hoping he wouldn't take much offence. At least not enough to punish her to a severe extent.

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Yeremy looked down at the servant girl with boredom. Same responses everytime... jeez. "Well, go on then."
He was really put down. Maybe it was immature of him but this place was getting duller by the minute. Especially, it's people. The war wasn't even that active at the moment. Maybe he should request a vacation. He could find some new people to toy with. Someone with unpredictable reactions. Demons were so boring. "Wish there was something to do..." He mumured quietly while he started walking away. His feet clicked coldly against the floor and Yeremy frowned. Lena wasn't even fun anymore. At first she was fun to tease and rile but now... Ugh. Why was life so boring all of a sudden?

"Everything seems so pointless." Yeremy pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. A vacation was definitly needed. Then maybe being here wouldn't seem so dreadfully tedious. He walked into the kitchen. There were a few servants there he could chat with. They weren't so hostile.

"Lord Yeremy," A short girl curtsyed rather eagerly. "How may we serve you today? Coffee? Cake?"

"Not today, dear, I'd prefer a glass of water." He answered and took a seat. The servants bustled around and he closed his eyes. The aromatic scents of the rich foods wafted to his nose and he picked his head up. Dinner would be in a few hours... he could read a book or something until then. The perspirating glass of water was gently placed before him and Yeremy gave a smile of thanks. The two girls blushed and curtsyed again as he drank the chilled drink fairly quickly.

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Character Portrait: Lena of Anguaren Character Portrait: Yeremy Markovich Character Portrait: Narek Tane Character Portrait: Alara Azlea Parker
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Alara


"He's a friend," Alara answered curtly to his first question. "You aren't in a very good situation here, Narek. I'm your best chance, otherwisse you're going to jail." She gazed at him with unreadable dark eyes. This man seemed to be very... arrogant and hot tempered. How irritating... Alara took a seat across from him and took out a couple papers Norman had given her.

"Any excuses you want to give me before we begin?" She raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Any reason you assaulted those people or called yourself a - what was it- a Lykae King?" If Alara wasn't so self diciplined, she might have rolled her eyes. "We're living in this modern society, sir. It doesn't look good for you to call yourself a king." She used this moment to survey him and couldn't help but linger on his muscular arms. Damn. She wouldn't want to be assaulted by those. But the young lawyer kept her face and voice blank as she had perfected. "These are serious charges, sir. You won't be able to get away freely, I'm sorry to say. There will be some consequences for these... offenses."

Narek spoke really formally, Alara noticed. She wasn't sure to be impressed or just annoyed. Oh geez. She was getting annoyed. Because of this man and his ridiculous temper, she may not have time to meet up with her sisters tommorow.


Yeremy


Curse them all. Yeremy was bored again. He was hesitating but it seemed that he should make up his mind. He didn't really care what she thought but... would he even find any amusement?

With long quick strides, Yeremy was climbing the stairs that led up to the King's chambers. Lena should be finished cleaning. It had been a couple hourse after all. The demon advisor clicked his tongue irritably as the feeling of restlessness started coming at him, overwhelming him. Why was the need to move so great? It wasn't even sunny out. Nope. It was evening, getting later and darker by the second.

He spotted the small form and exhaled in relief. He could get out of there.

"Lena, dear. We're going to go out." He gave her a dark look. "If the King hasn't come home by now, it is most possible that he will be out for most of the night." Yeremy grabbed Lena's slim wrist in his large hand, but not too tightly.

"Let's have a little fun tonight, shall we, love?" His eyes glowed almost eerily in the dim lighting of the room. It felt like the darkness was consuming him. He needed to leave the castle. However, he didn't really feel like going out alone or with some human. Just someone he didn't really have to hide his personality with. Unfortunately, there was only Lena.

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Character Portrait: Lena of Anguaren Character Portrait: Yeremy Markovich Character Portrait: James Dylor Character Portrait: Annabelle of Quarth
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Annabelle


Belle couldn't help smiling at James' awkwardness. He truly wasn't used to company, she gathered. How fascinating, how... interesting, and it was a challenge for a girl of her type. She would make sure this man felt comfortable in his own skin, though she had no idea how long it would take. She wanted to help him, she realized. She now understood why Bowen had been so adamant about the kid's survival. He just ignited some sort of instinct in her, not quite protective or parental, but more like the way you'd want to protect a fellow Lykae. She never had that; the Lykaes she knew would never need protection from one such as her. She giggled a little at his flustered attempt of talking to her, but didn't find him pathetic. Rather... cute. It was a concept unknown to the young female. Lykaes were not cute. They were handsome or good-looking, never cute and adorable. This halfling certainly was an abnormality. Luckily for him, she loved a puzzle.

"I know who you are," she said matter-of-factly, smiling at him. "And I'm in the mansion... here on earth, out of the simple reason that my father thought it would be good for me." She chose her words carefully, making sure she didn't exclude too much, but just enough not to lie to the man. Lykaes, nomatter how human, could sniff out lies like they could vampires. Often, as she'd been taught, the two were one. Lies and vampires. That's why they were at war; the two species were complete opposites. Where Lykaes valued honor and feelings, the Vampires were arrogant liars who took joy in drinking human blood. They even kept slaves. Slaves. She shook of the thought, returning her attentions to the man. She supposed she'd have to come up with some sort of explanation.

"The prince informed me that I was to keep you company, as he had other things to do." She then added in an explanatory manner. She hoped it was enough, that he didn't ask why her or something like that, because if she had to be honest... she had no idea why Bowe had chosen her over everyone else. It was as much a mystery to her, as it would probably be to the young male.


Lena


Lena had spent a little while making sure everything was as tidy as possible in the king's chambers. Then she'd positioned herself in the big chair at the huge windows and looked outside. The night was dark and without the sun she so dearly loved, but it was intriguing in its own right, she had to admit. There was just something captivating about the moon. She didn't know how long she sat there, but she'd lost touch with reality, retracting into herself to think, to take refuge from her current position. Yeremy ranked highest in the mansion right now, and she didn't like it. It meant there was no one to stop him from doing whatever he wanted.

However, as the door burst open, she was jolted back into the human world and straightened herself, trying to locate the intruder. The next thing she knew, she was looking into Yeremy's cold, angry eyes and fear hit hard. This was the Yeremy that scared her senseless. This was the man she knew he was at heart. The man who only had to look at her to make her run away screaming. Well, she had once upon a time. Now, as times had passed, Lena'd fears had subsided slightly, but they were still ever-present, and she hated it. Hated the control this monster had over her. His words, however, surprised her. He wanted her to go out with him? What kind of sick game was he playing now? She wondered, trying to keep the fear out of her expression. Problem was, as he grabbed onto her, she no longer had control of her body and it started shivering slightly, a cold chilly feeling running down her spine.

Get it together, Lena... you can handle this. You can. Just.. don't look at him, she thought, and so, seeing the reason in her own words, Lena took her deep breath and looked down at her captured wrist. No eye-contact, that was the way to collect herself. It didn't take him long to speak again, to her regret. Malice was evident in his voice, and she could almost feel the restlessness and irritation seeping from him. Oh god, was he punishing her for the words she'd said earlier? It would be just like him, to let her think she was off the hook, then hit her hard afterwards. This, and many more scenarios played through Lena's mind, but she knew she had no choice. She couldn't go hiding behind a king not present, so instead, realizing her lack of choice in the matter, she looked back into Yeremy's scary eyes, breath shallow and a little too quick. She would handle this; she would not let fear paralyze her. She was over 500 years old, for Christ's sake, she should've been hardened by now. She wasn't though, but she didn't want to admit it to herself.

So she nodded solemnly at Yeremy and got up. "As my lord commands," she said, aiming for casual indifference, but the shaky quality of her words betrayed her fear, so she took a deep breath, glancing at the big hand holding her captive. If only she wasn't such a weak little halfling. If only she'd been what her father wanted her to be. But, if's never got anyone anywhere, so she disregarded the hopeless thoughts. She merely hoped Yeremy would grow bored with her as he did everything. He never could keep his interest going for anything anymore. She really hoped she wouldn't become like him when she got older. Bored with life, bored with existence, people, and she supposed, even the sun. She didn't think he took much pleasure in anything anymore, but she couldn't be sure. Yeremy was hard to read. She wanted to ask him where he was taking her, and why, but she didn't dare.

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Alara


She listened silently as he went on his little rant and started feeling contempt and utter disgust for him

"Fine, let's say you are king... Who would respect a man that can't keep his temper in check?" She let the disdain ooze out of her voice, looking him in the eyes. With people like this, she had to show her superiority. Alara was the one in control and this man... was the... prize? No, the word didn't seem to fit exactly, but she figured she could find a different word later. "What sane person would let them rule over them? They must be fools,"

Alara jotted down the reasons that Narek had stated. "Let's be clear on this..." She paused to let her cold tone of voice sink in. "I have no desire to be 'friends', it's people like you that make the world a bitter place. You can scratch your own back, I'll merely supervise and get you out of this mess you got yourself into."

She wasn't sure if her words even made any sense but she was sure the meaning was clear. She didn't like him. People like him repulsed her and she would do her job. Damn, if Norman hadn't called... if it had been someone else, Alara would have just walked out of there. "Obviously, you think of yourself very highly, however, in the court room, the judge is king and you will address him with the preferred title of, 'your honor'. Failure to do so, will be a strike against you. Another thing, do not speak unless I tell you to. With that mouth of yours, you might even lengthen your sentence or punishment."

Alara ran a hand through her thick black hair, out of her pale angular face. "It's your choice, really. Cooperate, or don't"


Yeremy


He gazed down at the servant girl and couldn't help but crack a blank, empty smile. It kind of amused him to feel her shake under his grip. Even as she spoke casual words, her voice held the fear she felt for him. Who wouldn't fear him at his state? Hell... even he didn't really know what to think anymore.

"Come along then." He walked fast, knowing Lena would stumble at his pace. His face and mind felt frozen, his jaw was clenched tight and his hands were clenched. He could feel his nails dig into the girl's flesh and felt the beating of her rapid pulse. Or was he imagining it.... On the way back down the stairs, Yeremy put on the mask of pleasantry as the two met up with the captain of the guards.

"Captain Skylar. Good evening." Yeremy dipped his slightly, swiftly. He did not need to do more as he was higher in ranking. Yeremy continued to walk down the stairs and took a turn to a hall that would lead to the outdoors. The urge to lose all self control was rapidly eating at him and he burst through the doors with his shoulder.

The cold air hit his handsome face and he started running. Yeremy didn't know where or why but he started running anyway. Before he did though, he tossed Lena onto his shoulder. She wouldn't be able to keep up and she weighed almost nothing.
Yeremy must have ran for about an hour when he came to a sudden stop at a large oak tree. He stood still for a moment before setting the servant down. Yeremy sank to the ground against the rough bark of the tree, head in his hands.

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Lena didn't speak, she didn't react really either as Yeremy dragged her, yes, actually dragged her along. She merely tried to keep up, chanting the words I'll be fine, over an over in her head. She ignored the pain of Yeremy's grip, having felt much worse, and she realized she was too slow to keep up with the demon, so she started running and almost bumped into Yeremy when he stopped to greet the captain, though she managed to stop herself mere inches from him and took a deep breath. She didn't have time to curtsy for the Captain as was the norm, because Yeremy was on the move again the second she'd truly caught her breath.

Where is he taking me?! Lena almost asked him, that was how desperate she was. He'd never taken her with him like this. She'd been wrong earlier... this was not the real Yeremy, this was much worse. She didn't understand what was wrong with him, but she registered enough to know that he was anxious to get out for some reason. She kept running after him, even when the frontdoors almost slammed into her. She gasped, retracting just a little to not have the door hit her in the face, but Yeremy kept pulling at her, so they did hit her, though only on the shoulder. She could feel her heart beat faster and faster and she knew Yeremy would be able to tell as well. She could only imagine what kind of perverted pleasure he'd take in the fact.

Before she realized he'd even lifted her, Yeremy had her pinned on his shoulder, moving at a pace humans could hardly see. She gasped, but shut herself up in the next instant. She'd said enough already and really wouldn't want to make things worse for herself. So instead, little Lena bit her lip and watched trees and people pass by with widened, scared eyes. She should have closed them, she knew, but she didn't like to not know what was going on, or how to find her way back to the mansion in case Yeremy decided to leave her some strange place.

It felt like forever, this ride of hers, and she'd hated it at first, fear flowing through her with every beat of her heart, but Lena had calmed after about 20 minutes... well, not entirely, but enough for her to enjoy the beauty of the wind. It was cold, and even more so because of Yeremy's speed, but she didn't complain, even as she could feel goosebumps spreading all over her skin. Then he suddenly put her down, causing Lena to sigh with relief. He hadn't thrown her, but had gently put her down. It seemed odd that he'd do so if he had set out to punish her. Her mind was reeling, her body quite unbalanced from adrenaline and shock, and she didn't even want to talk about the nausea creeping up on her. Lena rubbed her forehead a little, before realizing that Yeremy wasn't looming over her, or touching her, or even talking to her. She frowned to see him, head in hands against the oak tree he'd apparently stopped at.

She didn't know what to do. Why did he bring me? she wondered, perplexed at this new side to the adviser. She had known him for centuries, but in all that time, he had not shown her this side. This was sincere. It wasn't mean, hurtful or even fake. Fake was a good word to describe the demon when he was around most people, and he was good at his little act too, though this was different. Yeremy was troubled... of all people to be feeling such a thing. It stunned her, and she thought maybe he... needed... someone. Need? she asked herself. Yeremy doesn't need anything.

As she stood there, watching him in silence, wondering what to do, Lena's physical uneasiness ceased. Even the fear had almost disappeared. She no longer thought he sought to punish her, but rather wanted company... yet he didn't want to be at the mansion, where there was lots of it. Perhaps he's tired of hiding who he is, her mind peeped unexpectedly, and as the idea occurred to her, she realized that must be it. She sighed softly and moved to sit down in front of him, not really caring what happened to her the dress so light in color. She had experience when it came to getting the weirdest things out of clothes. She didn't say anything, but rather watched Yeremy, not quite sure if she should speak, or let him speak to her when he felt like it. So she did the safe thing and kept her mouth shut, peering up at the majestic figure with big, brown eyes, through heavy, dark lashes.

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His thumbs pressed against his temples and Yeremy took in a deep slow breath. His own pulse was starting to calm and he inhaled again. The cool air seemed to snap him out of his confused state, making him snap open his own emerald green eyes immediately. Yeremy almost flinched as he saw Lena right in front of him, her dark brown eyes fixed on him. Poor girl. She had to put up with all of his crap. The unexpected sympathy made his lips tilt up in a small sarcastic smile. It wasn't directed at the girl though.

She looked small, worn and... curious. She was so tiny in comparison to him. Yeremy sighed again as he got his thoughts under control. It seemed as if his personal demons were plaguing his mind. He had everything he could possibly ask for. People listened to him, respected him, liked him. So why was he so...lost? Yeremy ran his long scarred fingers through his dark hair and kept his gaze trained on the girl in front of him. She was real. The things in his mind weren't. It was simple, right? Yeremy didn't know anymore. This was the first time he had lost control like that. Usually he was an expert. People only saw what he wanted them to see. Nothing else. However, Lena had always been there to see him when he least expected it. So he tortured her mentally. Yeremy hadn't liked her seeing that weak side of him.

"Do I scare you right now?" He asked in a low tone. Yeremy lowered his gaze down to his knees. "You were before,"
Her pulse had sped up to an impossible speed, and he had relished it. But thinking back on it now, made him feel absolutely nothing. "Tell me the truth?"

What would she say? He had known this servant for a long time. She was sometimes easy to read, other times, no.

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Lena


Lena watched Yeremy for a long time before he looked up at her, his emerald eyes meeting her brown ones. Compatible colours really, but not compatible people, that was certain. However, something was so different about him right now; he seemed lost... like he needed help finding his way, and Lena felt this sudden urge to help him. Damn her compassion; this man had made her into his own, personal little plaything, taunting her at every turn, and now, because she saw momentary weakness in him, she wanted suddenly to help him? When he'd never lifted a finger for her? Why? Lena let out a soft sigh, her eyes soft. As he ran his hand through his dark hair, eyes so troubled, Lena's fear disappeared all together. Right now, there wasn't anything to fear from Yeremy. Actually, she had a feeling he needed her to help him with something, but she couldn't quite figure out what or how.

Then he asked her whether she was scared, and she was just about to answer yes, because it had always been her answer. That's what they wanted from her; fear, so if she just gave in and pretended to be, even when she wasn't, they left her alone... or, somewhat anyways. But when the adviser added those four words; "Tell me the truth," Lena couldn't lie, mostly because he seemed to hopeless... he actually looked down as if he didn't want to meet her gaze. Well, technically she could lie, but she didn't want to right now. Not with him, not with this unusual side of Yeremy. So instead, Lena did something she'd never done before; spoke true and straightforwardly.

"No, my lord." She said with a slight shrug, still watching him with soft eyes. "But... I'm... curious as to why you brought me here. Why you took me with you. And... I'd like to know how I can help."

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"Very few..." Alara let a small smirk curl her lips. "I guess that you use fear to rule your... kingdom?" She was just humoring him. There were no kingdoms anymore. Not that she knew of anyway.

"What would you have me do, dress like a jester and dance around while telling humorous jokes? Play a myriad of instruments to the judges content? Perhaps throw my self onto the floor and ask for eternal forgiveness." Narek said bitterly and she rolled her eyes.

"There isn't a need to be so melodramatic." She leaned over to him, her eyes piercing his own. Her fingers pressed into the table. "However, you are obviously in the wrong. When it is your turn to speak, you will ask forgiveness. No matter the offense, violence is usually not the answer." Alara spoke in a low, cold tone. "I don't know where you come from, but here, if you hit someone, they have the total right to press charges."

Either Narek wasn't from here or he was one of those super rich boys that got away with everything because of their parents money. Maybe they both applied to him. Narek definitly seemed spoiled to the core. A rich brat. Alara sighed and flicked away a piece of her black hair.

"Are you willing to do as I say? Or should I leave right now and leave you to defend yourself?" Alara asked, she was getting impatient. "I have no wish to work with someone who will ruin my reputation."


Yeremy


Her soft voice was in his ears. Yeremy almost didn't understand what she had said. He had expected her voice ot shake, to tremble... to be filled with fear as it usually was. This time it was filled with curiosity and maybe sincerity. Should he be honest with her. His pale face was tight and weary but his full pink lips cracked into a blank, bitter grin.

"No, my lord." She said quietly, shrugging slightly. Her eyes still watched him and he raised his head to peer back at her brown eyes. "But... I'm... curious as to why you brought me here. Why you took me with you. And... I'd like to know how I can help."

"Let's see..." Yeremy trailed off, his right index finger tracing a pattern in the dirt. What should he say? Should he return her sincerity with his own? Why not? It isn't as if what she thought mattered. Even if she told people what he said to her, no one would believe a word she said. He was Yeremy Markovich after all. The Demon King's faithful advisor.

"It feels like I'm losing myself," He spoke softly, it was the first time he spoke the dreaded words aloud, and it almost made him lash out. At what... at who.. he didn't know but the urge was still there. "Nothing seems to matter anymore. I don't find anything about life enjoyable. It's almost as if I'm already dead." Yeremy stood up, feeling the need to stretch his long legs. "That thought alone makes me crazier than I already am." He smiled up at the sky. But it was an empty motion.

"As for what you could do for me...." Yeremy turned and looked down at Lena, making direct eye contact. He reached into his coat pocet and pulled out a small gleaming knife. Despite its size, the weapon was obviously sharp and deadly. "Slit my throat,"

He repeated it in a whisper. "Slit my throat with this if you feel anything for me." It shouldn't be too hard. Lena, he was aware of, had always hated him. She probably dreamed of stabbing him at night. Yeremy knew he was desipicable. But the thing was, he wasn't sure if he wanted to live or die.

This... test would show if he had any will to live. If he still had some, Yeremy's instincts would kick in and he would be able to disarm Lena in a heart beat. If not... then he would die.

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Skylar Ksenia

Skylar wasn't exactly certain as to how she would constantly became so bored with the human world. Maybe it was for the lack of excitement and entertainment that she bored so easily with this loud place, or possibly because she never actually bothers with going out and looking for something to do. So far the only eventful things to happen today was her newly found cranium and the sight of Yeremy dragging one of the Kings servants down the hall, more than likely to one or the others impending doom.
With a sigh, the captain changed into more suitable clothes to wear out in the bustle of humans, inwardly cringing at the thought of having to wear such clothes every day. Personally she thought most of the female humans walk around half naked, wearing the scraps of material off other clothes, the blonde couldn't help but wonder whether any of them noticed their behinds falling out the bottom of their shorts. Uncharacteristically, Skylar pulled a disgusted face at the metal image she was receiving. "That's something I never want to think of again." She muttered, pulling on a pair of black high heels as she did so. Without a glance in the mirror Skylar casually walked out of the room she occupied while running through a list of places she knew were around, the repetitive 'clack' of her shoes echoing quietly.

Boredly, she once again found herself wandering aimlessly down a lighten up street after once again failing to stay more than an hour in one of the sweat smelling human nightclubs, pulling at the material of her black mid-thigh, cocktail dress. The smell of hormones flying and alcohol stained breath was almost over power to her. Did these people not know the pluses to hygiene and being clean?

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Lena


Lena listened, she didn’t move, she didn’t speak. She merely watched the adviser thoughtfully as he spoke. And continued to speak… and then he spoke some more. Most others would’ve probably told him shut up with the self-pity and get it together, but not Lena. She, though Yeremy had made her life hell, had never felt actual hate towards the man. She honestly wasn’t even sure she was capable of such feelings. She was much too… soft, you might say. He scared her often, yes. He annoyed her frequently, not secret there, but still, Lena could not bring herself to feel contempt towards him. So when Yeremy asked her to slit his throat, she frowned, looking up at him, her big brown eyes still thoughtful. She wasn’t scared. Actually, at this point, she felt pity. Yes, of all things, she pitied him. He had a wonderful life for a demon, yet he was not mentally strong enough to keep living… hell, he couldn’t even kill himself. Instead, he asked her to. It was sad.

Lena’s eyes wandered to the knife in his hand, and then on a sigh, she gracefully stood and brushed grass off of her dress, before she looked up at Yeremy once more, her eyes void of any emotions. Lena had not wielded a weapon of any sort for many, many years. Not since her father had sought to harden her by training her in combat. And that was centuries ago. Long before she took up service with the king. Her gaze flickered from Yeremy’s flawless face, to the knife, and then back again. She wasn’t entirely sure what to say to this awe-inspiring figure, though honestly what she was allowed to say was more of an issue. He had allowed her to speak freely twice today already, so she supposed she should try her luck. See how honest he permitted her to be with him this night.

“My lord, I do not feel anything but pity. Pity that you, with the life you lead, with the power you possess, would feel like this. And then, I feel sad… because I wonder if this has come with age, and whether I, with my life, will tire much before I reach the same amount of years.” She cocked her head slightly, her eyes going soft before she slowly took a step forward, her body suddenly very close to his, before she took the knife from him. “I do not understand you, my lord.” She then concluded, eyes moving to gaze at the silly knife. She didn’t yet know whether she would do it or not. At one point, she feared it was a trick, and at another, she felt like she had to do as he told her to. She was a servant after all. Granted, she was highest ranking, technically, than all the others, but still just a servant. Compared to Yeremy, that was nothing.

Another point here, was that she couldn’t quite bring herself to feel the cold she needed to take a life. She never had before, and she didn’t much like it that he’d take her blood-virtue in such a matter. It was the only virginity she had left. The sexual one had been taken long ago, by a guard when she first came to the castle. Since then, they’d liked to have fun with her, but it didn’t bother her much anymore. She had learned to shut things off… how to make her brain and body go numb. Sometimes she was sore the next day, though, and then she’d be reminded how they’d used her and she’d sometimes feel so enraged that she’d almost cry, but she never did. She wouldn’t give him that satisfaction… she just wouldn’t.



Sapphire


Sapphire listened to whatever she could hear through the loud music. For some reason, the guy didn’t bother raise his voice to let her hear his words properly, though she did catch the meaning of his little speak. It made her cast him another wry smile, raising a single eyebrow.

“You don’t want anything from me, yet you want ‘something else’ from me. Am I the only one who caught the stupidity of those sentences in the same word-flow? Look, dude. I really don’t appreciate the games. I’m a pretty straight-forward girl, so I like it when others are straight with me too.” She said, a little annoyed with him. It appeared she’d rejoiced too early. This guy was obviously not someone she wanted to hang around too much. She thought she might just explode what with all the weird things he said and did. And he called her ‘mam’. Who did he think she was? Her mother? Gods. Sapphire drew in a deep breath and scanned the room for Gwen again. Grr… still a no-show. Well, then Saph was leaving without her. Wasn’t the first time she’d had to. However, she really needed to pee first, even without having had a drink. It was probably the whine from dinner.

Then she looked the guy over once more, sighing at all the attractive male going to waste with him being such a weird one. Saph then slid down the chair, grabbed her purse from the counter and looked the man over. Well, she supposed he could have her name. Wouldn’t hurt, so she leaned into him, and whispered just loud enough for him to hear, into his ear. “The name’s Sapphire,” she spoke, not adding anything else before spinning around on her heel and walking to the toilet, hips swaying elegantly. It didn’t appear like something she did consciously, and she didn’t… it was just the way Sapphire walked, whether she was drunk or not, she always kept in perfect balance.



Devyn


When Uriel gestured for her to take the human’s place on the dancefloor, she almost laughed out loud, but kept it to an amused snort. Like she’d every downgrade herself to that kind of dancing. She wasn’t some cheap human, who got drunk and then jumped anything with a pulse. No, Davyn had class, which Uriel very well knew already, so she wasn’t going to tell him that. Sure, she had danced with him, but that had always been back home, where dancing was actually dancing… not sex with clothes in public.

Sometimes she wondered why humans did what they did, and how their brains worked, because it must be different than hers. Of course, Devyn had been born a vampire, and had, like the majority, killed her mother in the process, so she wouldn’t know anything about the processes of the human minds. She could ask countless vampires, she supposed, but it would never be the same as experiencing it herself. Besides, most vampires hardly remembered their human days, and she wasn’t about to sit down and have a friendly chat with a human. They were food; that was it. She tolerated them for that simple reason and that reason only. She couldn’t figure out why so many vampires took such joy in conversing with the creatures so beneath them. Amusement was the reason for most, she guessed, but she just failed to see the fun in it. They were inexperienced, young, feeble creatures, whether they were male or female, and Devyn… well, she got bored with humans and their lives.

As a reply to Uriel's quiet question, she merely shook her head once, and sipped her drink, listening in on their conversation, and actually laughed out loud, though softly, when the girl assumed her to be Uriel’s girlfriend, but when Uriel started spinning his web of lies, making her something she in no way was, her amusement faded and gave way to slight irritation. She realized he couldn’t exactly tell the female that Devyn was his guard, but he sure as hell didn’t have to turn her into some pathetic, lovesick little girl. Her gag-reflexes made an appearance as the ravenhaired did the whole “oh my gosh… you’re way too handsome! How could she do that?!”-thing.

So when the woman started kissing Uriel, having fallen for his act, as they all did, Devyn narrowed her eyes at him, catching the look in his eyes and those triumphantly raised brows. Irritation made her hungry and her amber eyes gleamed with the feeling. Of course he’d drive her to this. Now she’d have to feed tonight. Problem was, she couldn’t leave Uriel, so she’d either have to feed on his little plaything, or him… which always made her a little… lustful, so to speak. Yes, contrary to popular belief, vampires could actually feed on other vampires, though it didn’t quite sustain them as long as that of a human. It bugged her to no end that they couldn’t very well bring a few human slaves with them into the human world. They were her emergency blood-source, but here, as she was Uriel’s assigned protector for an entire blasted year, she didn’t have slaves, and she couldn’t leave his side to feed. She still watched them, though her glares had become more subtle, only for him to notice, really. Oh, she’d just bet he loved this, the asshole.

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She started walking just as Yeremy did, but she kept quiet like lways when someone else spoke. Every time he finished a sentence, she could sense he was not yet done, and so, she waited as was her custom. He had taken the knife from her, which relieved her quite a lot. Took the dilemma out of her hands, thankfully. Though some of his words, as she listened, eyes on him at all times, having no trouble walking without watching her steps, disturbed her. Mostly because they were... unexpected. This whole night had been so very unexpected. Gods, did she miss the king's company right now. Her blissfully simple king, who kept himself as sane as a demon could be, and didn't punch hole in everything she knew and was used to.

Lena wasn't very good with change; never had been, and this night with Yeremy had been nothing but. Her eyes narrowed slightly when he spoke of leaving. She might never have been his biggest fan, but leaving the king was treason. There were things to be expected of an adviser. Having been with the king for so long, Yeremy had information and knowledge about the kingdom and its ruler that should never get out of his head. This also meant that that specific post, just like that of personal servant, were life long commitments. To leave was punishable by death. That was what the law said, and she should know... she'd read every book she could get her hands on, when she had time. Knowledge like that was valuable, especially because she had no physical strength to brag about.

Lena sighed when she finally had the feeling that Yeremy was done talking, and looked around her, at the beautiful moon, the stars, the dark night lit by these, and then at Yeremy. He was so casual with her right now, she felt she should be with him too, but centuries of punishment for one wrong word, had branded the instinct of humble obedience and politeness into her. So instead, Lena kept the usual tone, though she attempted to stay honest. She truly was grateful that he'd try and help her. She was also grateful, though puzzled, that the man had told her he would never make her life hell again. This was altogether a weird conversation to have with Yeremy, but she saw something in him here, in this moment, that she didn't think she'd ever seen in a demon before... kindness. He was being kind to her. Her, of all people.

The king tolerated her, and he bordered on kind sometimes, but true kindness and a desire to make a amends... help her. It was surprising, and she didn't want to let it go. If this Yeremy disappeared, just when she'd met him, she was certain she'd break down. She has waited for so torturously long for just one demon to speak to her kindly, merely out of feeling like it, and here he was... doing just that. She knew it was selfish, but she couldn't just let him walk away. Not only because of the whole treason thing, but because she thought perhaps he was what she to stay sane herself.

"My lord is being kind," Lena said, letting whatever she was feeling show in her eyes... on her face. "But, I fear my lord is being rash. I beg you to reconsider your wish to leave his grace. My lord has been hiding many things, I can tell as much, but I must ask whether or not talking has helped. I have read it has such effects on many." Lena, though speaking, continued her walk with Yeremy, drawing a deep breath once she stopped talking. She had had a bit of trouble phrasing it without sounding like she knew better than him, or that she feared for him. She merely thought she... perhaps needed him. Maybe in time, she would be able to speak more freely too.


Bowen


Bowen had spent the last hour tracking his brother's scent, growing impatient and a bit more annoyed than he had been when he left the mansion, with the hopes that Belle would be good for James. When the trail led him straight to the police station, Bowen couldn't quite suppress the growl deep in this throat. It was a menacing sound, making a nearby couple scurry away from him. He had a predator's air about him, he knew. It was something only alpha males had, and Bowe definitely had Alpha-material, however... Narek was king, and though Bowe's instincts sometimes had him fucking frustrations out of his system, he accepted that. He didn't want to be king anyway; only his instincts did, and those... Bowe could not change. He was programmed a certain way.

Bowe straightened his casual suit, blazer open to reveal a white button-up shirt with two buttons open at the neck, and walked into the station. He wore no tie; he never did, but his attire was as always, collected and professional in the human world. He saw some lone guy at a desk, and took a deep breath, calming himself. If he was to get his brother out of yet another mess, it wouldn't do that he appeared just as menacing, so instead he calmly walked to the guy. The conversation was short. Bowen was told that his brother was with a lawyer, where-after he had calmly and perhaps with a bit of cold intimidation, informed the guy that he didn't much care for such practicalities, and that he had the power to put him out of a job if he didn't let him in, so... as they always did, the guy let him pass. There was no lie in the matter. Bowe had spent a lot of time in the human world. He was the reason they were all so well-off, and he had some serious contacts you did not want to mess with.

Bowe didn't spend unnecessary time talking to the officer, so he merely stalked to the room and walked straight inside, no knocking whatsoever. As he closed the door behind him, his gaze flickered from ravenhaired woman, to furious king. Great, so he's in a good mood then, Bowen thought ironically as he cleared his throat to make sure he had everyone's attention before he spoke, eyes on the lawyer. She was young for a lawyer. Most likely new, fresh out of college, he gathered.

"Hello," he said, presenting the woman with a big, calloused hand, "My name is Bowen Tane and I'm here to post bail for my brother there. Please, do not argue with me on this one. I have had a very long day, and I presume you'd rather go home than spend any unnecessary time here aswell." His words weren't hostile, nor were they friendly. They simply were, just like tone of voice and everything in his expression, but the usual vibe people got off of him, were intimidating enough as it was, to every human. He wasn't exactly trying to scare the woman, as she had yet to deny him anything, but he did make it his business to appear a professional business man, and he knew his Lykae-origin only added to that specific air of power successful men often had.

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She gazed cooly at the intruder without any interest and looked him over. "I'm sorry. Narek's charges are too serious for me to let him out on bail. You can come visit him tomorrow." Her voice was pretty cold and unsympathetic like she had mastered it to be. He was dressed nicely, expensively and impressively. However... that would not work on her. She didn't like people that liked showing off their wealth. It was bothersome and annoying. "I apologize for causing you trouble, sir, but I'm afraid that he must stay here over night until the trial the next morning." Alara tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear and checked her silver watch. It was getting late and she was becoming tired of this little... spat.

"I'm sure the little Lykae King can handle one night in a cell, I'm sure." She let herself say, leaving her tone biting and sarcastic as she wanted it to sound. No wonder Narek was so pompous. He obviously had money. Stupid rich jerks and their wealth.... Alara silently fumed as she waited for the man to move out of the door way so she could exit. Did she really look that young? Obviously if she let Narek leave, she'd be breaking the law and lose her credibility. Gosh. If she lost that so soon.... Alara would probably explode. As a new lawyer, she had only been assigned smaller, simpler tasks but she had won all of them. Alara had taken as many extra night and summer courses as she could, graduating two years earlier than she had even hoped. Sure, she was the little newbie but her rep was slowly and surely getting more and more impressive. How could she lose that after all the work she's put into it? She stifled a sigh. "I've had a long day, sir. So please don't argue with me." He better not try to bribe her... or she'd arrest him or something.


Yeremy


Yeremy tensed as he realized that Lena was walking along side him. She hadn't ever done that before. Lena would normally trail a few feet behind, her head lowered. That was the role of a servant. Honestly, she had it a bit better than most since the king had always been on her side. However, it had not stopped the guards from using her for their own pleasures. Yeremy was thankful that he had never touched her in that way. Or used her like that. He wasn't that much of a monster. And besides that, many human women were willing to spend the night with him. All he had to do was follow them to their house... He knew he was attractive and had used that to his advantage.

He turned to her as her soft voice spoke. Strange... she wanted him to stay. Yeremy had thought she would be ecstatic... The girl was certainly unpredictable. "I know it will most likely be determined as treason. But I'm a smart and clever man." He wasn't being conceited. It was a fact that most knew about him. "And I know the king better... better than he probably knows himself. It wouldn't be hard to hide from him." But wait... what if he was being too rash? Talking had actually started to make himself feel lighter. More healthy and not as burdened. The noises in his mind had quieted some too.

"But maybe you are right." He offered a small smile, shoving his hands into his pockets. "What would Sabine do without me here to advise him?"

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Character Portrait: Lena of Anguaren Character Portrait: Yeremy Markovich Character Portrait: Narek Tane Character Portrait: Uriel Maion Character Portrait: Alara Azlea Parker Character Portrait: Devyn Petrova Character Portrait: Bowen Tane
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Devyn


Devyn had been watching colour slowly return on Uriel’s face and couldn’t help a wry smile when he cupped her cheek and told her to be mad. Fortunately for him, she rarely got violent when she got mad, but it happened once in a while, and she had a feeling he wouldn’t think he very sexy after she ruined his beautifully sculptured face. He was, after all, nothing if not vain. She didn’t move her head from his grip, even though she found it slightly degrading, but she didn’t have to, because he removed it himself in no time. That was probably a pretty good idea; she was guessing Uriel wouldn’t take kindly to having his hand chopped off. She still had her chakram attached to her by her belt, even it if was disguised as a weird, black, round purse, and she wasn’t exactly afraid to use it.

Devyn laughed softly when Uriel asked her to get off. She knew perfectly well why he wanted her to move, because it wasn’t that he didn’t like her on his lap, but rather that he liked it a little too much. It was amusing and a little bit of a confidence boost. She knew Uriel was no newbie, and through the years he had to have been training his own endurance to all things sexual, so the fact that she got his reaction from him, even though she was pretty sure he didn’t want it right now, was oh so satisfactory. She still couldn’t resist the urge to play a little before she did as he’d asked her to, though. Honestly she was feeling herself grow just as lustful as Uriel, with the effects of the blood flowing through her veins, along with his naked torso, boner and intense eyes? Honestly, she was merely grateful her bra was hiding her attraction to him.

However, not one to just do as he said, Devyn flashed him a stunning, mischievous smile, “Now, what signals would that be?” she asked in a playful tone, her eyes flirtatious, and still showing that damn lust. Oh well, even though Devyn had a feeling her eyes were betraying her cool, it was just something she’d have to deal with. So she leaned closer to him, until her mouth was just by his ear and whispered huskily, “and what makes them so wrong?” Then, just for the hell of it, she pulled just a little on his lobe with her mouth before straightening herself to send him yet another of her little smile. Devyn stood, gracefully moving into an upright position right next to him, and rolled her shoulders, vigilant gaze still on the adviser.


Bowen


He sent his brother a look of annoyance, knowing the king would be aware that Bowen was not even remotely proud of him, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he turned to look upon the lawyer once more, listening to her little speech.

Bowe couldn’t help but chuckle at the ravenhaired woman’s reply. She had spunk, he’d give her that. He could count the humans who’d ever stood up to him on one hand, and he admired humans who did. Not that it would do her much good. This wasn’t the first time Narek had gotten into trouble with the human laws and authorities, yet he had no record of any of these incidents. This was due solely to Bowe and his vast selection of ‘friends’, so if this young little thing thought she was getting anything out of her little display of hardheadedness, she was in for a surprise. Bowe would have Narek out in less than an hour nomatter what she did or said, though he had always preferred to keep things simple, and things would go much faster if she merely collaborated with him. He had a feeling she wouldn’t, though, which was greatly disappointing.

However, Bowen never left a discussion and he would make her witness Narek being let out against her will, because maybe it would teach her who she was dealing with. Every other lawyer and otherwise successful business man, knew who Bowen Tane was, so really, he was doing her a favor by letting her know already. Bowen sent the female a friendly, yet somewhat arrogant smile. “I’m going to keep this simple, as I do not intend, nor wish, to waste neither your time nor mine. Firstly, miss, I expect an introduction. I have been nothing if not polite with you, and you return it with rudeness and a deluded sense of power in this situation. Now, I’ll tell how this is going to go down. I will call the state’s attorney to come sort this all out, however, he will need someone to blame. Now, that… will be you, probably along with the nice little policeman out there. It has been the defense lawyer the last couple of times, so I suppose it will be again. Then any record of this little incident will disappear.”

Bowen knew his eyes were cold, even as his voice remained friendly. “I expect any lawyer to be somewhat clever, so I suspect you can figure out a way to let my brother go without this getting ugly.” He added for her benefit. He had a feeling she was one of those newbies who still had no clue how things worked around her; how dirty and crooked the system really was, as long as you had money and a couple of grimy little secrets to hold onto. Leverage was the way to go about things. Leverage was power.

Bowen then crossed his arms over his middle, leaning casually against the doorframe. He was not threatening her, but rather warning her. Personally he wished her no harm, but family was always on the top of a Lykae’s list, no matter how ignorant, stubborn and temperamental they were, so if taking her down was what he needed to do to keep Narek out of jail, then that’s what he’d do. He had many, many years on this girl, and he had used them very well. He had the majority of stocks in every single law-firm in the country and was also on the board, not that he showed very often. He was a busy man, after all, but he had quickly learned that to take care of Narek in the human world, he had needed to let his sense of honor go a little. Sometimes, to make sure family remained unharmed, one had to do regrettable things.



Lena


Once more, Lena listened silently, expressionless, eyes on her companion. However, the second she heard Yeremy cave in, her face lit up with a smile. She hadn’t really had her hopes up about convincing him of staying, but she’d succeeded, thankfully. Also, the smile he presented her was rare, not because of the fact that he was smiling in itself, but because it was real. She had seen Yeremy smiling many times, but not a sincere one like this. It was nice, even though it wasn’t a big, happy smile, because it hadn’t been put there due to her fear or anything like that, but rather… she thought he might be grateful of her, but she wasn’t sure. He was hard to read right now, though she supposed it didn’t much matter. As long as he stayed, there was lots of time to figure out what he thought and felt… hm, to feel. It was a verb often unknown to demons, though she suspected Yeremy was starting to experience in, maybe not in a human way, but in whatever way a demon could. Maybe that was his problem, really… that he couldn’t deal with it. But in that case, Lena really would be the only one who could help him. A strange thought, really. So strange in fact, that she wasn’t clear on what she really thought of it.

“That’s a point, my lord. Every great king needs an adviser.” She said, nodding just once before attempting to rub the cold out of her arms. It wasn’t exactly warm out this evening, and she was only wearing her cardigan. Demons were in no way immune to cold, and especially not half-demons like herself. She’d either been too scared or too preoccupied to really notice before, but the chilly air was taking its toll now that things were calming down. She did think it odd how Yeremy wasn’t surprised at her words. She had never really spoken much around him, and especially not in a way that would implicate that she actually had a brain. She was pretty good at playing the braindead servant, because it made things easier. People didn’t need more things to hate her for, and so, the king was the only one who even knew that Lena knew how to read, or that she actually loved it. Mostly because she liked to read in his chambers.

Lena didn’t say anymore. She didn’t need to right now. If Yeremy had questions or if he wanted to further converse with her, then she would speak. At this moment, there was nothing more for her to say. She had accomplished her goal; Yeremy was staying.

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Character Portrait: Lena of Anguaren Character Portrait: Yeremy Markovich Character Portrait: Narek Tane Character Portrait: Alara Azlea Parker Character Portrait: Bowen Tane
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Alara


Wow. Alara was pissed. Who the hell did he think he was? Was money really everything in this world? Does this mean that she lost? Judging by the way he held himself... Bowen wasn't bluffing. "I'm Alara Parker," She said quietly. She had forgotten to introduce herself. That she would humbly apologize for. "As for Narek... I know I don't have much power behind me but I will do all that I can to see he gets what he deserves." Her dark eyes flashed with. "He did things that aren't acceptable. Just because you have money, it doesn't mean you can do what you please!" Alara glanced darkly at the man who had caused the whole mess to begin with. What a stuck up person.. If he really was a king, Alara sympathised with the people he ruled over.

"I'm sure you could ruin me with a single phone call..." Alara began and a little bubble of fear bloomed as she really thought of the consequences arguing with Bowen could make. Was Narek really worth it? Her career was on the line. It made her sick. It really did. People with power should use them for the good of everyone... not for their own interests and profit. "You know what? Just leave. Take the silly little king and get out of here." Alara was starting to feel angry and ashamed. "Jut don't let this happen again, you hear?" Alara snapped at Bowen. It wouldn't be hard to clean this all up as the two wanted her to. She had failed. Everything was going so well then this happened. She turned to the king. "I hope you learn to keep your temper in check."

Pigs. Disgusting little pigs. Alara pushed past the well dressed man and walked out the door. She didn't even speak to Norman who called after her. She felt like crap and was so disappointed in herself.


Yeremy


He merely nodded at her next words and continued to walk back to the castle. "I believe the king is back from his business. I suggest you go attend to him before he comes looking for you." Yeremy glanced at her through half closed eyes. "I'll have some words with the guards." It was the least he could do for her. He almost laughed. When had he started feeling bad for this little servant demon? She was a slave really. Not something a demon of his ranking should ever associate with as he was doing now. "Run along, Lena. I'll..." He paused, looking up at the darkening sky. "I'll see you later."

Yeremy lowered his head down to the ground as he walked in a different direction. Maybe he would spend the night out here. He did not want to go back to the castle. Yeremy wasn't sure if he could handle it. It was probably very cowardly of him but... Yeremy smiled. He didn't give a shit. Cowardly or no.. he did not want to lose his mind if he could help it. The human world was always pretty lively at night. It would do him some good to get away for a bit. Alara would probably still be working. She was nice to talk to. Not like Lena but just for some lighthearted conversations or debates. It seemed like a good idea.

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Character Portrait: Lena of Anguaren Character Portrait: Sabine Marx Character Portrait: Yeremy Markovich Character Portrait: Narek Tane Character Portrait: Alara Azlea Parker Character Portrait: James Dylor Character Portrait: Annabelle of Quarth Character Portrait: Bowen Tane
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Annabelle


Belle was greatly occupied trying to find all the remedies she needed for the balm; busy feet moving from one place to the other, industrious hands opening one cupboard before the next, shuffling around a shelf too high up for her to see, opening drawers and checking labels. In the end, Belle had a number of ingredients on the kitchen-table in front of her, lined up, labels visible. She smiled to herself, satisfied that she’d located everything, and that there was actually enough to make a nice portion too. Seemed like this wouldn’t be the only time he’d need it. She had felt so bad, looking at those hands of his, and then glancing at her own spotless, soft palms she made a face. Life was unfair to some, and yet so fortunate to others. She had merely been lucky, where James hadn’t been. It wasn’t her fault, she knew that, but she couldn’t help but feel a little guilty at her gentle, sheltered life.

As Belle’s mind quickly went over how to prepare each ingredient before finalizing an actual balm, she quickly got to work, that quilt still eating at her. Such a silly feeling really, but she couldn’t shake it, and she supposed it was alright. She was a woman after all, and women weren’t supposed to be tough. It didn’t take her long to crush herbs, mash leaves and press the juice out of fruits. Oranges to be exact. She couldn’t remember why the fruit was necessary… perhaps merely for the sake of scent, but she wouldn’t be one to discard it anyway. Taking out a bowl she’d noticed in a floor-level cupboard, Belle began mixing all of her ingredients in the exact order she’d been told to do it many years ago. True, it had been a while, as this was child’s teachings for a noble female, but it was like riding a bike, really. Once you learned, you simply never forgot.

She hadn’t even noticed that she’d started humming a lullaby-tune until she stopped whipping the thick, green substance into how it was supposed to look, and stopped to take a breath. Her arms were way to thin and feeble for her to be doing all that manual work, really. They were already aching from the whipping. Granted, the balm was thick, but she still felt pathetic. She felt satisfied with the look of things, though. It had the right substance, the right smell, and the right colour, so she’d be damned if she’d made it the wrong way. Grabbing the bandages she’d managed to find in a box on a top-shelf she’d barely been able to reach, she turned, smiling at the dakrhaired servant she’d decide to help. “You ought to take better care of yourself, you know,” she said, playfully scolding him a little.

Then she took the bowl of balm in her free hand and moved to sit down in front of him on the floor, put the things down beside her and smiled at him. “This should help, though,” she spoke, voice soft and friendly, eyes warm, as she gestured for him to put his hand in hers, “with all the scar-tissue too. I’m going to put this balm on your hands, and then put bandages around them, okay?” She explained it merely so she wouldn’t shock him with anything she did. He seemed a bit jumpy, even though he didn’t even know who she was. It made her wonder if maybe he suspected her status, or merely feared from everyone. If the latter was the case, then she truly felt bad for him. To live a life without trust or friendship? Yes, she knew he had to work hard to please the king, but had he really not a single person he could relax around? It saddened her.



Bowen


Bowe smiled at Alara as she told him her name, truly grateful that the woman had chosen to correct her mistake. He didn’t like cocky people – sure, he was an arrogant bastard at times himself, but that didn’t mean he liked to be. It was merely a matter of need for him, as oppose to Narek who couldn’t really help it. Their parents had spoiled him too much, so even when they were children, Narek had gotten everything. Truthfully it had initiating many of their childhood fights, as Bowen had not taken kindly to the fact that Narek got to just steal his toys. It was a long time ago, but as time had passed and Narek had become king, it’d only gotten worse. The was no changing the stubborn king. He was, and would always be, a spoiled brat, to put things mildly.

Other than the smile, Bowen kept his face plain and emotionless, listening to the woman. Disgust and annoyance pretty much flowed from her words, even as they somewhat polite… well, except for the taunting ‘little king’, which she’d used several times now. Fortunately for her, Bowen had no need to defend Narek’s honour in such things. If he had to be completely honest, he was grateful someone told him off for once. And so, he almost chuckled when she told him to learn to keep his temper in check. It was like right out of Bowen’s own mouth, and has his admiration and amusement grew with the woman, he almost felt bad for ‘warning’ her earlier, but soon beat the feeling down. He had a duty to his brother, and that was more important than anything. Especially some human woman, even though she truly was a tough one.

In all honesty, Bowen was glad he didn’t have to ruin her, as he let her pass him, because he had a feeling she would become truly great sometime. A part of him recognized the traits in her and knew she was a fighter. How amazing it would be if Narek fell for a girl like that; someone who wouldn’t just sit and take his crap, but rather tell him to shut up… that would probably cost her a head, but if that could be avoided, Bowe would be pretty content. Life was a constant battle at home, to everyone who spent time with the king… well, except for Bowen, who had the rare talent of being able to calm his brother… once in a while, anyway. When he heard the front-door shut behind Alara, he turned to Narek, frowning.

“Really? Again?” He sighed, “what was it this time then?” he asked, letting his irritation slip into his voice. He was literally the only person who got to speak to Narek that way, and that was only because 1; Narek knew that a fight between the two of them was evenly matched at best, and 2; they’d grown up together. He wasn’t used to respect and grovelling from Bowen, and even if he asked for it, Bowen would rather die. The only reason people hadn’t banded together and thrown him over, was Bowen, because he repeatedly reminded them of honour… oh, and because he practically ran the kingdom. Narek ate, threw fits, and caused Bowe even more work. Oh, the joys of life.



Lena


As she watched Yeremy walk away from her, she almost called out a thank-you, but kept her mouth shut. He hadn’t done anything for her yet, and she couldn’t really be sure he would. Technically, he could’ve just been humouring her this entire time. She wouldn’t know, would she? Lena sighed, pulling her thin cardigan closer as she walked the last couple of steps for the front-doors of her earthly home. Speculations regarding the puzzling man could wait. Right now, as he’d said, Lena should seek out the king, tend to his needs, if he had any, and if not, she’d grab a book and join him in his chambers. Relaxing sounded really good to her right now, even though she liked to busy herself with work, she frankly required a little break. After this whole deal with Yeremy, Lena could honestly say her mind had need of air, and at this point, work wouldn’t do the trick.

Lena entered the well-known abode, smiling softly as her flats hit floors, familiar clicks and clacks emanating with her feet hurrying up the broad stairs. She could tell her king was home from the eerie silence in the place. She wondered if he was in a bad mood perhaps, or if the others simply assumed that he was. Wouldn’t be the first time. Actually Sabine was often misinterpreted by servants, guards and so forth, as he was hard to read in truth, unless you’d been around him as much, and as closely, as Lena had. She felt gratitude that he’d chosen to include her in his life the way he had, and maybe also a little proud that it had been her, and not a real demon. She was pretty confident it was merely one of Sabine’s weird quirks though. Wouldn’t be the first he did something unexpected because he decided to change things up a bit. That was why people feared him… because they never knew what to expect from their cold king.

Before she got far, however, she was stopped by a guard who wanted her to deliver a message. Lena lowered her head the second he spoke, but listened closely. Male guards where cruel, cruel beings, and she’d much rather just run along and join the king, but her ears perked at the words ‘letter’ and ‘vampires’, so she stood still until the guard grabbed her arm and whispered a little promise in her ear. She winced, knowing what ‘let’s have fun’ meant in horny-guard, and decided in that second, that she’d spend the night on the floor with the king. She had to protect herself somehow, and she’d rather deal with a little pain in her back, than the guard’s hands and other parts on and in her. She was afraid the king would rather be alone this night, however, but as the guard left with a chuckle, goosebumps spread on Lena’s soft skin.

She ignored it and kept right on walked. Couldn’t let things like that affect her so much. Hell, she should be used to it by now. She’d rather they just did it though, no creepy warning or ‘promises’ to scare her half to death. Would be so much easier to deal with that way. She didn’t want to spend hours fearing that he body would be ravaged and broken in a little while.

As Lena came to a stop in front of Sabine’s door, she knocked softly, just once, before pushing down the handle to push the door open. She closed the door behind her, turned to her kind and curtsied politely, even though it was sort of hard in this dress. She ignored the cold still prominent in her arms and legs, and smiled at her king, brown eyes pleasant as always. “Welcome home, your grace.” Simple words, but they were as they should be. Lena didn’t talk more to Sabine unless he wanted her to. If her king desired conversation, she would do that, just like she’d keep quiet if he so preferred. Her life was uncomplicated, truthfully.

Except for Yeremy’s weird outbreak. She wondered if maybe she should inform the king that his trusted adviser was not quite right anymore, but she didn’t want to out Yeremy. Besides, he did his job as he should, and that was all she could ask of him, so Lena said nothing. If things got worse, Sabine was no fool and would figure it out himself, though she hoped she was able to help Yeremy before things got that bad. Thinking of Yeremy, she started wondering where he’d run off to.

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Alara


The dark haired girl was sitting on the steps of a small park, her elbows resting on her knees and her head in her hands. She felt awful. Completely guilty for letting Narek off. "I'm such... a failure." Alara whispered, staring blankly at the cement under her feet. Her anger had finally disappeared, letting her shame resurface. But undermeath Bowen Tane's confident gaze... she knew there was no way for her to win that one. All of her confidence had just drained away at his smug smile. Alara let out a hiss as she thought about the moment. Yeremy would be able to clear this up for her. He was a lot more experienced than she was and hopefully, he wouldn't think too bad for her. It seemed, that the man understood her sometimes which was quite strange.

Alara sighed, pulling her phone out of her bag. It wasn't too late. Her finger slid down the screen and located the lawyer's name. With a wave of bitterness, she pressed down on it. Raising her head and straightening her back, Alara put the phone to her ear and waited for the man to pick up. Dully, she counted each ring. She wasn't sure if she wanted him to pick up or not.
Then the familiar smooth voice answered the phone and a relieved smile broke out onto her weary face. Yes. Yeremy would help her clean this up.

"I'm sorry to call you so late." she began. "But I've gotten myself in a little... mess and I need your.. help on clearing it up. I understand if you're busy. Just say the word and I'll leave you alone."

Yeremy


The tall dark haired man was in the arms of some woman he had not yet learned the name of. However, she was so dimwitted that he did not really care for it. At the moment, he was after one thing and one thing only. She would just be another night he wouldn't remember. Was it harsh of him? His green eyes flashed and hungrilly kissed the lips of the brunette. No. He was a demon and that is how demons were.

The feel of flesh against flesh helped him keep his mind in order. Talking with Lena had helped but it seemed that humans were a better tool for helping him stay sane. There was no mentality involved. Humans were physical and he liked that... very much.

His white button down had made it to the floor when his phone rang, the vibration rumbling loudly against the hard wood of the nearby dresser. With a sigh, Yeremy reached for it, about to his the ignore button when the name caught his eye. As the demon advisor looked at his phone for a couple of seconds the woman began to whine.

"You aren't going to answer it are you?" Her voice was high pitched and squeaky. He glanced sharply at her and all of his arousal died down imediately. With a pointed glare, Yeremy answered the phone.

"I'm sorry to call you so late." she began. "But I've gotten myself in a little... mess and I need your.. help on clearing it up. I understand if you're busy. Just say the word and I'll leave you alone."

"Evening, Alara. I'm not busy at all. Tell me what kind of mess your in. I'm sure I can get you out of it." His voice held all the confidence in the world and he had his shirt back on and was walking out the door before the brunette could even blink.

Yeremy listened intently and with interest as the young lawyer told him some....amusing things about the Lykae King, Narek Tane. "I'll get right on it, love. Stop worrying and get some sleep. I'll handle everything."

The little conversation had him feeling back in control and he smiled. Everything seemed better at the moment. With sure steps he broke out into a run and back to the castle. The little stalemate in the war was very agravating. However... if he could get the Lykae King behind bars... the chances were much, much better. Lykaes were obviously the strongest. Not the brightest but very strong.
But before he could do anything, Yeremy had to inform the king and get his opinion and permission. It was dark now.

Yeremy stood outside the Demon King's room. His white knuckles rapped against the door.

"Do you have a moment, my lord?" Yeremy asked softly.

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James Dylor

James wavered for a little while on the verge of sleep, never completely falling from the cliff, but not exactly on the solid ground either. The constant movement of Belle rubbing the balm into his skin was most likely what kept him in his mind. The feeling was nondescript but nonetheless it was comforting, in a way. And it brought relief to his perpetually aching hands. He started slightly, jumping back into a more alert form, when she started binding his hand with care and precision. The left hand didn't drop him as far into his tired blankness, but he still drifted slightly until she finished. He flexed his fingers slightly. It felt odd to have his hands wrapped. They felt better, and he knew that they helped, but he sort of just wanted to shake his hands until the gauze came off.

He figured that doing that wouldn't end to well for him. he'd probably earn another scolding from Belle, and his hands wouldn't heal any. He couldn't help the instinct though, jerking away from foreign feelings. He had enough self restraint to keep still though. He was skilled at keeping still. He opened his eyes and examined her face again as she gently placed his hands in his lap as if posing a doll.

She had an almost pensive look on her face as she spoke again, just his name at first. The words escaped her mouth slowly, which made him wonder if something was wrong. But no, she just had a question. She spoke as if she was trying to avoid something, however. Like he'd run if she said the wrong said or asked in too demanding a manner.

"Whatever you wish." He said, a slight lilt of a curiosity he wasn't going to pursue. What did she want to know? His hands worried each other slightly, but not enough to rub off the wrappings. He didn't really mind her asking him anything, there wasn't anything in his life that was very personal anymore, and everything that happened in his early youth, on earth, was history, past that he had no shame in recounting. For the most part. It sometimes left him feeling a little blank, not having much of a self... an identity, he had to throw himself fully into his servant life or he'd lose his life.

Ironic, wasn't it.




Sabine Marx

Lena. With Yeremy? Sabine was quite aware of the two's silly little rivalry, he never made any move to stop it, however. Sabine wondered vaguely just exactly what they had been doing outside, Lena did not seem to be particular annoyed under that demure layer she always seemed display in his presence. She did seem pensive though, and slightly ruffled. A few analytical thoughts passed Sabine's mind, but he continued to read at the same time, deciding that he'd pursue that path at a later date.

His eyes jumped to her for a few brief seconds when she reentered the room with a book cradled in her arm and a quilt over her shoulder. She settled down with a sound of appreciative pleasure, and green eyes flashed up for a second, as they always did when she made a sound. How long had she stayed outside?

The moment he looked back down he sensed an air of hesitance from the girl. She wanted to say something. He didn't look up, but he did pause in his reading, waiting for her to speak. It was good for her to speak up sometimes, make decisions on her own. Not all the time, but enough to keep her on her toes. Like little mind exercises, Sabine liked to think. He enjoyed little games such as that, he always had and he probably always would. Mind games. He used them on his servants as well, as punishments for not doing things properly. Coldly inflicted, they had the potential to properly put the individual into his place without Sabine having to expend much physical effort.

"You may speak." he said in response to her request. What kind of information would he have to deal with now? She usually had messages for him when she requested to speak. it was obviously not urgent, however, because she'd already dallied so long before telling him.

Suddenly, just after the words left his lips, a soft rap sounded on the door. Sabine ran a hand through his hair after motioning for Lena to pause for a moment. "You may enter." He said, just loud enough for Yeremy to hear. His eyes studied the other's face quickly, and he shut his book, using a single slender finger to keep his spot.

"I shall hear you in a moment, Yeremy, Lena has a message for me as well." Sabine said, his eyes flicking back to Lena. "You may speak, little bird." He told her.