For centuries he's been fascinated
With slaves and pets ...Humans walking around the halls not dead
Other vampires would laugh..Once....*laughs again...*
Sit on the couch here.....
*sitting down to relax *With me depravity...
And I will whisper his grandiose scheme to you
*patting the seat next to me*
Eaits
not your little pig piggy
no
no
no
piggy
here
little
pigpigpiggy
Can't open that
Workshop
Walks over to my workshop.
Snaps fingers fingers for a cup of coffee
Poolside
Gonna be a busy day. Honing to t h e shop for awhile this morning and do some puttering around the have to go see eye Dr and find out if this last bubble is takingSo tired of being 1/2 blind in my eye.
I always thought cataract surgery was suppose to be sinple.
getting into all the corners, then padding back to the kitchen to wash the mop, drain the water, and return all to the storage cupboard
she gave a soft chuckle as she listens....shaking her head slowly a moment..."well he has me a little busy for sure...."
she chuckled a moment as she points about....
"yes he has me sort of rearranging....though not in the sense of decorating and such....in the place of dividing where things and rooms should be within ...."
I doubt that selfish bastard
Was thinking of me ...I never would have fed on the fleshbag
He was possessing had I'd known
I have him with me forever ....Heh, of course I jest ...I love him like a brother
Did I ever tell you my brother was the second person I killed?
*laughs *
Good thing I bring his thoughts
With me when I wake ...Dividing up the place is he?
returning to wipe any crumbs from the table tops and make the floor gleam with the mop
thank you Miss Kitara
head tilting back to receive her lips... the usual slight wince in response... rising and limping to the kitchen to wash the glass and return it to its high shelf
I will inform her so yes
but never serve my wife, voda is the lowestNow I must head into work
Leaning down and kissing you softly
You may clean up now my pet
quiet at soi
i will try to do that if i see her, Miss Kitara. will she be... expecting it?
Main House
Even now, even under the heavy lead blanket, you were carefully dancing around it. Throwing your limbs and words every which way to make it sound like unhinged chaos and raw drunken stupor but those footfalls were suspiciously deft at throwing out damage while not opening you up.Inviting her to take ill-advised bait, to over-commit to something and underestimate you.
When you were fucked up, you were no less dangerous like some kind of Drunken Master that completely threw her off, not that she was even seeking to play this game. She got home, and now this was a confrontation.
"So you're sayin' I'm wrong, alright…" Holly nodded along to your logic, only to have that abate and for her to start moving the other way, shaking her head. "Okay, fine I'm sorry for that. I didn't — I-I fuckin' sucked at communicating…"
The stool creaked as she leaned her hip against it so that she could lift a foot and pull the porcelain shard from a dim red spot on her sock, placing the chip on the islandtop so she wouldn't step on it again.
"Look I know it's confusing since he still would use 'he' sometimes, but let's not mis-gender Leo, okay? Other… partner. Not plural, and I-I-I don't even know if he's a partner, we're all still figuring out what just happened, okay?"
Holly's eyes were drifting this way and that at first, like watching you vacate liquor bottles was an act of self-violence she was squeamish to witness, but at the rattle of pills, she suddenly began paying Close attention again.
"Brix…"
The awards show bit was endearing, and she remembered it fondly, but that memory was now burdened with some confusing additional weight like you seemed to think it bought you something unspoken and invisible and handshaken, co-signed like you brought it up like by her participation and laughter and beatboxing, she just agreed to something she didn't know about.
"Brix…"
The loud clatter of the Yeti. Holly took a step forward with a near-cramped tension of her big toe, the one that still stung and stained her sock.
Oh shit, you were going to do this. She lunged forward, heedless of the peril in order to slap that bottle from your hands. She's had worse, on her feet. She marched home from Club Rockshore over those shattered streets and god-knows what contamination was over the glass fragments on the walk that left her tracking bloody footprints all over the house.
"What the Fuck is the matter with you?! Fucking talk to me, this bitchmade conduct ain't you!"
I understand, but you are doing better
And all I can ask is that you continue working on that.
Would love to see you sitting at the feet of my slave reetha
She is dear to me
is it ok that i described myself as... your pet?
i have been trying, Miss Kitara, as i know you want me to be more... sociable.i still find it difficult.