My Beautiful Beast [Angelo/Tarin]

[fearless]

Tarin waited wanting to see the boy. He moved towards the rooms and hid in the shadows. He wanted to claim him, but to break the curse the boy would need to love him.

[praiseofblood]

After a couple of moments, Angelo was ushered away by a few servants, and Gio was pushed out, the gates shutting firmly behind him.

Angelo looked after him, his eyes watering as he was being herded into a lavish room.

[fearless]

Tarin watched him still from the shadows, "This will be your home now," he told him softly, glad he could speak in this form. "You may go anywhere but the West Wing, for that is where my room is and I do not like people in there. "If there is anything you need just ask my servants and they will go to town to get it. You may go outside around the castle, but you may not leave the safety of the gates."

[praiseofblood]

Angelo jumped, looking around. "Who's there? Show yourself!" he demanded.

[fearless]

"I am the master of this castle," he told him now. "And I will not show myself. You do not get to order me around boy. What is your name?"

[praiseofblood]

"So you are my jailer." Angelo said with a frown, looking around to try to spot the male. He didn't answer the question, just frowned.

[fearless]

"If you wish to think of it this way then yes. But you will want for nothing, you cannot leave but you get whatever else you wish. What is your name?" Tarin sighed as Angelo looked around he wished to hold him.

[praiseofblood]

Angelo still looked around for the source of that voice. "I wish to see you," he said, stepping towards the shadows and cocking his head. What was that glow?

[fearless]

Tarin sighed, knowing his looks would frighten him. "You may see me tonight," he told him now softly. "I am not presentable..."

[praiseofblood]

Angelo blinked, looking at the darkness. "A-alright...I'm Angelo Antonio DiGiordano." he said, biting his full lip. "What am I to call you?" he asked, confused.

[fearless]

"Angelo," he whispered trying out his name, he liked it. "You may call me Tarin."

[praiseofblood]

"Tarin, then." Angelo nodded. He bit his lip, what was he supposed to do now?

[fearless]

Tarin watched him curious, "You may make a list of things you will need, or explore the castle if you like."

[praiseofblood]

Angelo bit his lip. He really just wanted to go somewhere and cry. But he was a man, and men didn't cry. "If you have some paints and canvas...?" he asked hesitantly.

[fearless]

Tarin smiled, "Your a painter? I'll send a servant right away to get you anything you need. And I'll send for a tailor you will need clothes."