“That’s a shame… I mean, i’m sure that it’s something someone like yourself would enjoy~ Regardless of the cold.” He needed to think before he spoke to this girl. Before he let her gentle tone and manner befuddle him; Far too used to seeing with some disdain and a little annoyance in the eyes and words of those who spoke to him. She was somehow a little different from that, though. She confused him.
“Perhaps I might have thought so at first… only it’s been a long time. What I did back then… I had to justify it to myself. Even though I failed, I have a reason to carry on what i’m doing now.” Vulnerable. He had made himself far too vulnerable in that one outburst. It occurred to him that perhaps he was losing his mind, though it didn’t even seem to matter in the long run. Had it ever before?
“Well then, I hope to see it one day then!!” - her voice was joyish, the gentle laugh almost like a child. Deep down, that is what she was, a lost and lonely child, whose sould had been born already shatered. But having this man in front of her, somehow made her at ease. Was it due to his strength? Even in a great amount of pain, after she plucked out his eye, he still commited himself to grant her any wish she could possibly have. And besides, he was the only one who ever called her ‘Alice/Alyss’ so directly.
The ivorette smiled, while listening to his words. “To find a purpose in your life is the best thing that can happen. Just the thought of it, makes my heart tingle.” - she confessed, looking up to the white-haired.
“When I fulfil my promise, you shall. Perhaps that is not a promise I can make, but I should like to do that.” I should like to do that for you who gave me a purpose when I was sure to do nothing other than kill myself in the end. He didn’t think it was a big thing to do, much less than the promise he had already made but it was something he wanted to do.
He found it almost frustrating to see her like this. So different from the last time; that Alyss had been almost crazed where this one was genteel almost. What had happened then, and now, to incur such a change?
“It is much preferable to my life before.”
— Misfortunate Misunderstandings
There was a brief moment when the boy almost protested and insisted that he wasn’t worth wasting time on, especially when the man was so fatigued as it was. But he didn’t. He knew Break didn’t like it when he said such things, so he bit his lip to keep silent on the matter. Instead the child simply shook his head.
“I-I’ll be o-okay…”
At least, he thought he would be. Even if he didn’t have the elder with him, Cecil still had the bear and that almost amounted to the same.
“Are you sure? Very well, in you go. There are pyjamas on the bed.” He opened the door but made no move to go inside. After all, he would comply with Cecil’s wishes. The albino was in no way going to risk losing the little ground he’d gained so far in getting the boy to trust him again.
“Th-Thank you,” muttered the child with something of an attempt to smile, though the action itself failed. Then his gaze shifted to the doll settled on the elder’s shoulder and a quiet good night was directed at her. Another one was given to the albino himself.
“G…Good night…P-Papa.” Here his face flushed slightly for reasons he didn’t understand. The word felt strange on his tongue but it brought a nice feeling with it. At any rate, he receded somewhat hesitantly into his room and grabbed his nightly garb from the edge of his bed. The door had yet to be shut though. Cecil couldn’t bring himself to close it just yet.
“Though I appreciate the politeness, you needn’t thank me for such small things.” There was nothing in his tone to signify a reprimand, more a request than anything.
Emily waved back at him at the goodnight, as for the albino he simply smiled.
“Goodnight, Cecil. You know where to find me should you need me.” Perhaps he might have said something more, but warm and fuzzy feelings weren’t exactly his forte. He walked away slowly, toward his own room. Papa.. it sounded strange to him, but he thought he could get used to that. Cecil represented something he had thought to deny himself to better fulfil his purpose. He found he didn’t resent it though, and right now, he wouldn’t change a thing bar the actions of a certain staff member.
For some reason, your face angers me. /fingers tighten/
You’re resigning so quickly? You’re a disappointment, aren’t you?
/withdraws and turns on heel/ Enjoy your solitude.
Well, there’s nothing new in that tone, is there? Seems the Drainrat gets off on being in control.
I would hardly call it resigning. It seems to me you would have me beg but I assure you that’s not going to happen. Somehow, I don’t believe you will stay away for long. /bitter laughter/
As might yours if left too long without a little excitement, ne?
Well, now, I never quite said that. I think your ears may be defective.
Like sticking a knife into your throat? You think of such fantastical games.
Is your old age turning you senile?
If you did that who would humour you, so? I wouldn’t be so cruel as to suggest a name~
Do you have a fetish?
Mister Hatter is a pevert.
Wouldn’t you like to know.
I’m not the one so interested in the activities of others.
What an unbecoming attitude.
You don’t want to play ball? Have it your way, Hatter.
Unbecoming? Why should it matter? Let’s not pretend we are friends, now~
Oh, but I don’t believe we’d be having this conversation at all if I ‘played ball’, ne?
— In Honor of Sexual Sunday:
- A gift:
Muse is tied up in a chair or a compromising position with a list of instructions detailing others to do (anon decides) sexual act(s) to them. Anyone who comes across them will be compelled to act out these instructions for (anon decides)
There's just something about the muse today, and for (anon decides)...but no one they come across will be able to control themselves. No matter who they are or how they feel, they'll be compelled to try to get some personal time with the muse. And it's not for an interview.
- It's not the Midas touch:
If the muse touches someone for the next (anon decides) that person will have a sudden (terribly timed) orgasm. Oops?
Either the muse owns another, or is owned by someone else fo r (anon decides) but they'll both be compelled to take certain sexy advantage of that for as long as it lasts.
- Absolute Obedience:
Anything anyone asks the muse must do for (anon decides) but one catch - it must be sexual in nature. Oh...wait, no there's two catches. Every time they issue a command they lose more control of themselves and can't help asking more next time. Absolute power corrupts.
- Impaired judgment:
Booze, drugs, sex, they all blend together. The muse has had a bit too much of something and thinks everyone around them is prime sex estate for the next (anon decides). They're not compelled to or any good at picking people up, they just think everyone's really hot, you guys.
The muse has a desperate need for relief for (anon decides) but no matter what they do it just won't come without a little help from a friend. A person friend, not a plastic friend.
Anonymous asked :
Weakness? Maybe~ They can be used agaisnt you.
Ah, but only if I let them. I never confessed to being entirely ruled by base urges. Besides that, what makes you think you could get close enough to use them against me~?
Anonymous asked :
Of course I'm curious! And what do you mean by 'just three'? Oh dear~ Seems like you're waaay more sensitive than I've ever imagined. How interesting...
Curiosity is an awfully dangerous thing, you know~
Interesting how? You know, I fear you and I may view sensitivity in different ways. It seems to me you think it a weakness.