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Post by itsherfault on Apr 24, 2015 11:12:29 GMT -5
Don't be aggressive. Smile and nod. Be passive, polite. Children should be seen and not heard.
"I used to know how to do that once," I said sheepishly to Nah, sitting down in front of him. "I'm sorry. And I... I'm sorry I scared you, Nah. I'm ready to learn what you have to teach... I want to make you proud. But... I also can't just... stay here and wait. Eventually, I'm going to get us all out of here. Xan goes without saying, but I also owe that much to you and Bracken, now, too." I took a deep breath. "But.. for now, I can wait, and learn how to be a fragile flower. I did have an acting hobby, once."
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Post by mesmu on Apr 24, 2015 11:46:20 GMT -5
Nah raises his eyes meet Jaryn's with a lazy smile. He reaches out and places a hand on Jaryn's shoulder and begins to laugh, its joyous, but soft. He gives Jaryn's should a squeeze, "No, no. Nah no scared... Nah act good, no?" His confidence is fully back as he puts both hands on both of Jaryn's shoulders, looking deep into his eyes. "Master want Jaryn time to time. Jaryn understand, yes, no...? Jaryn must calm, except. Nah, Jaryn, bearers strong. Givers no hurt. Nah... Nah..." The man pauses his lips pressing in a hard line as he grips the blonds shoulders tighter. Real fear flashes a crossed his face a moment. But he ducks his head, allowing his hair offer him some coverage and he breathes slowly.
"Nah. Nah happy. Jaryn good giver. Jaryn real giver. Jaryn no leave Xan. Nah... Nah... Nah no can leave. Nah no can leave babies. Nah sorry," He exhales slowly, deliberately. Finally he lets go of Jaryn. "Ready? Nah be mean. Jaryn resist bad, understand? Jaryn no resist." He slowly stands and clears his throat, his eyes dark and menacing. Suddenly, its as if he's channeling a whole different part of himself, a whole other person even.
"Boy! I asked you something! Answer me!" His voice is a growl, no, its a snarl of anger and violence. Nah's body language is a no nonsense one that promises pain for defiance. This is seriously no longer Nah, although, the man seems to be good at... Acting.
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Xan sighs as he waits. Still worried. Still uncertain. But he can't do anything. He's chained here. And now... He's alone. He misses Jaryn deeply.
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Post by itsherfault on Apr 24, 2015 11:58:33 GMT -5
So he'd known... but of course he'd known. I wasn't exactly acting like a meek and fragile person to begin with.Honestly, I was surprised nobody else had noticed, but then, I was a fairly decent actor. Not good enough, though. Not on Nah's level, nowhere near. It was such a sudden shift that I felt almost scared when he looked at me that way.
Give in to the fear, I thought to myself. It had been a nervous habit to look up at him when he made his demands, but I knew that was the wrong thing, so I dropped my gaze.
"Jaryn! You stupid child, I asked you a question!"
Foster home number three.
"I'm sorry, Master." God, that rankled me. I didn't think it would be so hard. "What do you need from me?"
Drop your eyes. Shoulders down. It came both easily and extremely painfully - I'd told myself never again. I hadn't stayed with tht family long. Number four wasn't a forever-home, but... it had been forever enough for me to get old enough to be by myself. The opposite of number three.
I had to focus on number three.
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Post by mesmu on Apr 24, 2015 12:10:16 GMT -5
Nah humphs as he walks around Jaryn, eyeing him the whole time. The man stops as he's to Jaryn's right side and grabs a hold of his hair, he gives it a hard enough pull to force his head back as Nah crouches. "Last time, boy." His tone has grown deadly. He then drags his teeth along Jaryn's exposed throat, making sure to put pressure on his pulse when he does. "Do you understand what I'm asking you to do? Yes or no."
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Xan felt a little more confused than before. But he just huffs, sending stray straw of his bed flying. After a long pause he gives up and gives into his instant like he had for breakfast. Soon he finds himself grooming with a thoughtful pace. He is thinking, just barely, as he does this.
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Post by itsherfault on Apr 24, 2015 12:16:33 GMT -5
I could feel confusion, wariness, loneliness and it was distracting. I tried to send soothing feelings and thoughts through the bond, unsure if it would work or not, even as I answered Nah. His teeth at my throat felt... I rmeembered the people who'd attacked us. Vampires. Nah's touch was rough and cold and cruel like theirs.
"Y-yes, Master."
Foster number three had never been quite this bad. But the words. The actions. The responses. I couldn't sound grudging. I couldn't.
Jaryn the thirteen-year-old still existed inside me. I hated that. But I let him do the talking for me.
"Yes, Master. I understand."
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Post by mesmu on Apr 24, 2015 12:27:03 GMT -5
Nah moves to place a gentle kiss on Jaryn's cheek and releases his hair to pet through it, the man's aura returning to normal as he pulls Jaryn to him, "Jaryn Master no good man. Jaryn remember. Master touch Jaryn. Master fuck Jaryn. Jaryn no slave. Jaryn free man, understand?" He then removes himself slowly, tears prickling on the edge of his eyes. "Nah... Nah dress. Nah go. Nah proud now. Nah want stay proud, okay?" He then returns to his clothes and jewelry.
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Xan could feel the relaxing and soothing waves coming to him. He purrs lightly as he cleans himself now.
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Post by itsherfault on Apr 24, 2015 12:34:48 GMT -5
I had to take a deep breath to calm myself, send thirteen-year-old Jaryn back where he belonged. I only spent one year in that place - fourteen-year-old Jaryn was a much better-adjusted individual - but it still bothered me how easily I could call it up.
I had hurt Nah, somehow. He was sad... sad because I was starting to take so well to it? Sad because he could somehow sense the pain I was in?
"Don't be sad," I told him, shaking my head. "I needed that. I needed the reminder. And... anyway, all of that was... a long time ago." I smiled at him. "I won't ever forget, Nah. I promise. And I won't let you down."
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Post by mesmu on Apr 24, 2015 13:38:22 GMT -5
Nah smiles as he dresses, "Jaryn take care." Once he's ready he heads for the door and is about to step out. "Oh. Nah sorry. Jaryn fine." Then leaves in a hurry.
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Post by itsherfault on Apr 24, 2015 17:34:32 GMT -5
It wasn't long before it was time.
I was prepared and primped, dressed and designed, to go on the auction block, a thing that scared me more than any other thing that has ever happened to me in my life. I had to relax, remain calm- I had to trust Nah, and myself.
I sent soothing messages to Xan, knowing that I couldn't speak with him, at least not on purpose, but I wanted him to know that whatever happened, I was and would be alright.
I would make sure I was alright.
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Post by mesmu on Apr 24, 2015 19:27:28 GMT -5
Xan is currently relaxing. Almost in another deep sleep.
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Nah is sitting on his master's lap, engaging in a short kiss before looking back towards the stage. The bearer's eyes flick around the room, exchanging looks with a few other bearers present as servers. The message is clear. Keep an eye on who is bidding, keep the less pleasant ones distracted.
The announcer from before walks up. His appearance is prettier than his voice and he clears his throat into the mic, "Welcome to the seventy-eighth Kingsmen Auction. Where prized bearers are looking for a good giver to take them home and dreams are made... First up we have a young lad by the name of Bennie." A young bearer whom couldn't of been human, but was definitely unable to fight or get away from the giver who had walked him out, is presented. The young bearer's pink eyes are wide with fear. "And the bidding will start at 300 credits."
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A/N: I honestly can't remember if there is a currency, but I think this may be close... I think.
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Post by itsherfault on Apr 24, 2015 23:11:24 GMT -5
A wolf whistle sounded out through the crowd as I watched the terrified boy seem to shake where he stood. "Whoooo! Cute little faerie boy! 300!"
I tried to trace the person bidding - shivered as I noticed his deep, demonic-looking red skin and predatory grin as he waved a ticket in the air.
"You'll be all mine, sweetcheeks!"
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Post by mesmu on Apr 25, 2015 1:00:44 GMT -5
One of the bearers whom is serving offers the demonic male a drink as the announcer speaks again, "Alright. That's 300 going once. 300 going twice. 300 going-"
Another bidder raises his ticket into the air, "400! He's got the kinda face I like." This new bidder is a burly man with snake like eyes, obviously a dragonis, and the hot air he's blowing isn't just a phrase either.
Bennie gulps, absolutely horrified at the prospect of being brought. Meanwhile Nah shifts around in his seat to have his arms free behind his master's back and signals for another waiter to start offering stronger drinks soon.
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And, luckily, Xan is now sleeping soundly down below. He's unknowing to the bidding going on.
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Post by itsherfault on Apr 25, 2015 1:11:35 GMT -5
"450!" shouted the demon, to counteract the bid of the man with snake eyes who was snorting steam. "450 for the cute little faerie boy!"
"600," a calm voice interjects, too suave and cool a tone for this irrational crowd. He was pale, aristocratic, exuded power and control and sex like he was cloaked in it. "He'll go well with my decor."
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Post by mesmu on Apr 25, 2015 1:24:54 GMT -5
Another hand gesture from Nah later the waiters move away from the somewhat intelligent seeming one. To Nah this guy seems like the least likely to harm the small bearer from the "decor" comment. That or he knows this guy has money and will not be outbid. The burly one snorts, not quite yet willing to spend that much one one person, especially one that looks like they may be wetting their pants soon.
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Post by itsherfault on Apr 25, 2015 1:51:45 GMT -5
"Going once. Going twice... aaaannnd, sold to the gentleman in the nice suit! Enjoy!"
I took a deep breath, let it out. The poor boy seemed terrified, but I allowed myself to hope that he was going to go at least to someone who wasn't as bad a home as the others. I'd noticed the repositioning of the wait staff, something I found intriguing.
Then, suddenly, I found myself pushed forwards onto the stage by the guards. I let my body move limply with their shoves, keeping up just enough of my upright bearing to still seem... well, human.
"Next offering... this sweet little blonde is a great server... exotic and exciting too, givers - this one's an Earthling. From a savage world of barbarism, right to your bedroom. Jaryn!"
I was shoved forward into the spotlight. I forced myself to calm my breathing and focused on looking ahead of me, not at the potential masters, but not at the ground. I had to look relaxed.
It's okay, I said to myself. I'll get through this. I promise.
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