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James' Secret House is a part of 
Caecilius Woods.
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Vera Vulker [24] Women never stalk men; they just research them intensely.
Dextris Vaniyan [24] I can, but most likely I won't.
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Erorn saw James return with the attractive young woman. He smiled at her as they came in, but said nothing to either of them. He instead went up to his room and noticed record player similar to the one in James' room. He looked through the collection of music before settling on something quiet and mellow, yet capturing his mood. He grabbed a book off the shelf and shut the door. He didn't care what James was doing and he knew that James didn't give a shit about him either. He got to the point where he couldn't read anymore and began to sing along with the music. "Who told you to leeeeeeave me all alone? Leave me in the dark, leave me in the cold? Who told you to leeeeeeave before I could show you half of the man you wanted to know?" His voice was like an angel. He was hitting every note perfectly on pitch and he sounded beautiful.
James won her over and gave her her money's worth before bringing her back to the city. He could heard Erorn singing and smirked. The kid had some pipes. James would have told him to use that as a strength, but after today the kid was on his own. It was dark by the time he got back to the house and hurried in. He made dinner for himself and ate in the sun room by himself. He didn't mind the work, but Erorn had him thinking and that was never a good thing for anyone, especially him. Erorn wasn't the only one who had feelings for Marcus, or had. James didn't have those feelings anymore.
Erorn took advantage of the the alone time to make his dinner while James was away. He cleaned up and then was back in his room by the time he returned. He was already in bed and trying to sleep. He had a night of bad dreams. First was one of him not making it in time to save Marcus from that bandit. Then came one where he was drowning and Marcus and James were both swimming toward him, but instead of saving him they held him under. Finally came one where he was at the wedding he was supposed to attend, but as he turned to lift the vale on Harper, the ground opened up and he fell in. He woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. "What the fuck is going on with me?" He asked himself before trying to go back to sleep.
James had been sitting in the doorway of Erorn's room, watching him sleep. He had been tossing and turning the whole time he watched. Sometimes he would even mumble a few words and whimpering. A part of James wanted to run his fingers through Erorn's red hair to calm him, but James thought better of it. The kid was already mad with him, he didn't need to stoke the fire anymore. I am not sure, do you want to talk about it? He asked him. James was sure he would get mad that he had been sitting in the doorway, but James could always lie about how long he was sitting there.
Erorn hadn't noticed James watching him until he spoke. He patted the space on the bed next to him to invite James to come sit next to him. He didn't look up at him. "I must have been pretty loud, huh?" He sighed. "I just don't know what's wrong with me. It's like no matter what I do it's always the wrong thing and there's always someone there to point it out. You're not really such a bad guy, so I figured what's the harm in being nice to you? But it wasn't just what you said that got to me, it was me. If Marcus was here he'd be furious that I even liked you. But then comes the painful realization that Marcus isn't here. So why the fuck do I still feel so bad about this? It's not like he's up in his castle crying his eyes out because I left him. He's probably banging that princess trying to forget I was ever there. He has the luxury of moving on, while I'm stuck here like a fool trying to learn how to win him back." He paused. He felt the tears coming but he didn't want to cry for Marcus anymore. "If he doesn't want me for who I am, if I have to act like a common whore, is it even worth it? Shouldn't he want me for me?" He turned to James. "Not that I don't appreciate what you're trying to do, but is there even a point? Say he does pick me, then what? Even if I keep up the act, there's no way he'll ever stand up to his father. And if I'm acting the way I have been, there's no way we won't get caught. It just feels like I'm being set up to fail. Maybe this is your plan for him, show him how you turned his man into the toy he wanted from the beginning, then make him realize that there's no way he can have him. I don't want to be a toy anymore. I know he loves me or at least he did. But maybe he shouldn't have. I seem to bring nothing but pain frustration to the men I fall for, that or death. Maybe I'm not meant to find love." He turned away from James. "I know this is a weakness. So I'm weak, who really fucking cares?" He barely managed to keep himself from crying. He was just done. "You want to know what my real weakness is? No one loved me after my parents died, except for my late first boyfriend, so I try to find it anywhere I can, even when it isn't there, even if I fall for someone who doesn't deserve my love. Because I'm scared, I'm terrified of going through anymore of my life alone and all I end up doing is hurting myself. I'm sorry I woke you, I'll try to be quieter." He pulled the covers up and laid back down.
James got up and sat down in the spot that Erorn patted. He said nothing as Erorn gushed his heart out. He knew what to do, what face to make, and even the small sounds like "yeah" or "mhm". He trained himself hard to be what everyone needed him to be. James was born in a family that expected you to be what was needed, not what you wanted. James saw Erorn fighting back the tears, trying to stay strong. The kid made sense, even when James wished he didn't. He could have been like his father and tell him the same line that his father told him over and over again since the day he left the family, but something in him told him not to. So he got up and slid under the covers with him, not touching him, just laying on his back and looking up at the ceiling. It was silent for a while before he decided to speak, Marcus is capable of love. You weren't stupid to fall in love with him. He can be a loveable guy when he isn't a total asshat. Also... that wasn't my plan... but now that you say it... it does sound good. No, my plan is to keep Elwin. He is more useful than you think. He not only does look good, but he can sew. You know how much money we will save with having our own tailor? Lots. I am sorry you have to get in the middle of all this and I am sorry you had to fall in love with the hardest person to be with. We can stop the lessons if that is what you truly want, but you still have to do chores. He looked over towards Erorn before sliding his hand behind his head and closing his eye.
Erorn liked the comfort of James being next to him. "If the plan was just to keep Elwin, why do you even need me? Why give him the option to choose and risk him not picking me?" He wondered out loud. "And even if he does pick me it's not like it's going to last. I can't keep hiding the fact that I love him, and all that stuff with the princess, it's just too risky and I can't just ask him to out himself to his father. I'm screwed if he does pick me and screwed if he doesn't. No matter what the outcome on this, I'm gonna lose." He sighed. "It's just a matter of how bad, but what do you care, you'll be rid of me one way or another soon enough."
James rolled Erorn on his back and rested his head on his stomach. He didn't know what to tell him. I care. It was all he could muster up to say to him. James cared enough to stay watch over him while he had nightmares, just in case. He cared not to let Erorn take it too far so he wouldn't regret it later. He cared and that is something James didn't plan on. He didn't want to care. He wanted to do as he always had done, be the villain. Give the hero card to someone else because it was too much responsibility for him. James closed his eye again and let the silence sit for a while.
It was just two little words, but it brought a small amount of comfort. He put his hand on James' chest. He didn't understand James' reasoning, but he didn't doubt his honesty. "Thanks." He tried to smile but he couldn't so he just squeezed James closer to him.
He let Erorn be close to him, he was used to it anyway but he liked it. James ran his fingers over Erorn's hand absentmindedly, his skin was smooth and he thought about when they were in the lake. His legs were soft also. James opened his eye and looked up at Erorn. Are you okay? Would you like me to spend the night with you?
"I think that would be nice." He smiled down at him Erorn had found that he slept better with someone else in the bed with him. He snuggled up close to him in a spooning position and draped James' arm over him. He was asleep pretty soon after.
James smirked, he was happy that Erorn accepted his offer. He rarely slept in the same bed as his clients. Once they fell asleep he would sneak out to his own bed, but James stayed. When he woke the next morning James realized that he slept better, but he knew he couldn't do this every night. He was Marcus' heart and soul. James found himself leaning down and kissing his head gently. He froze a bit before hurrying out of the room and going down stairs to make them breakfast.
Erorn woke to a kiss on his forehead and he opened his eyes to see James frozen for a second before he rushed out of the room. He smiled, he really did care. He went down stairs and saw that he was making breakfast. He walked into the kitchen. "Is there anything I can do to help?" he asked.
He looked back and saw Erorn. You can make the pancakes. If you can make cool artsy ones you get a reward of your choosing. He laughed and then caught himself before going back to just smiling. He made the protein- eggs, bacon, and sausage.
Erorn grinned deviously. "Artsy pancakes, huh? My mother was a pastry chef and she taught me a few things, well as much as you can teach a kid, but still I think I can deliver." He chuckled as he mixed up a thin pancake batter. He found a pastry bag and the smallest tip for it while the griddle pan was heating up. He filled the pastry bag with the batter before making several works ofpancake art. He made a pumpkin, a horse, and a few other designs before doing a portrait of James himself. "So, are these artsy enough?" he laughed as he showed him the pancakes.
James was fixing their plates while Erorn was making the pancakes. Erorn was so into it that it mesmerized him and he almost burnt the bacon. When Erorn was done James couldn't help but laugh. You did really well. Honestly thought you were just going to go simple. You definitely deserve a reward. Tell me what you want and I can try my best to give it to you. James brought the food to the table and looked over at Erorn.
Erorn sat down and looked into his good eye. He paused for a moment before answering his question. "I think I might wait to cash it in later. I get the feeling I'm gonna need it." He smiled. He thought it was a little odd seeing where Marcus got a lot of his mannerisms and habits. "So what's on the agenda for today?"
James nodded and sat down. He took one of the designed pancakes, not him though, and slowly ate before thinking.
Elwin should be arriving in a day or two, so he should prepare. He looked up at Erorn. Free day. I have some things to prepare. Elwin should be here today or tomorrow. So you are free to do whatever..
"Free day, huh? Maybe I'll just go listen to some music upstairs, the collection you have here is pretty nice." He said as he was thinking about the stuff he was listening to yesterday. He grabbed a few pieces of sausage and bacon and a couple of pancakes. He smiled as he looked down at pancake James and cut into the face. "Got your nose." He laughed as he held up the piece on his fork then ate it. "Mmm, Tasty."
James looked up just in time to see Erorn cut the nose on his pancake self. He pressed his lips together when he made the joke and tried hard not to laugh. Some laughs escaped as he drank his orange juice. You are horrible for that joke. He tried to say without laughing. He got up with his dishes when he was done and washed them. You have a beautiful voice, I caught some of it last night.
Erorn blushed a little. He didn't think that anyone had heard that. "Awe, thanks. If I worked for you I bet that could really bring in the clients." He half joked. Part of him was wondering what it would be like to do that line of work, but he knew that it wasn't for him. "I could help you with your dancing if you ever wanted. It's always more fun with a partner."
James tensed. That is okay, I dance by myself. He tried his hands and turned away, walking pass him and ruffling his hair a bit before going upstairs and unlocking of the of the doors and walking in. It was a normal room like Erorn's, but he needed to check the windows so that they wouldn't open. He made sure that everything was working before laying on the bed and closing his eye.
Erorn, saw that he hit a nerve with the dancing comment. He decided not to bring it up again. He went to his own room and got a book to read for a while first after seeing that James had laid down to relax. He didn't want to put the music on right now. He was enjoying the way James was being nice to him, it really didn't feel like a hostage situation anymore. It felt like he was making a friend. God you're a piece of work aren't you?
James got up after not hearing anything for a while and peeked into Erorn's room. How dare you tease me with good music and then play none? You are such a cruel man, Erorn. He smiled before closing Elwin's room and walked to his own straightening up. He had gotten a bit lazy for the past few days. He would have to do laundry soon. I might get Erorn to do them... or not. He might ruin my good clothes.
"I didn't know I had an audience." He chuckled. He looked through the records and tried to find something good to sing to. He settled on something a little more up beat than what he had sung the other day. "I remember black skies, the lighting all around me. I remember each flash as time began to blur." His voice traveled through the house. It wasn't as quiet a song but he still enjoyed singing it.