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Post by Anderson Milani on Aug 4, 2011 12:29:02 GMT -5
It was a picture perfect day. Plenty of sun accompanied with the whisper of wind running its fingers through the flowering trees planted around the little house. Petals danced and twirled like a summer's snow, landing on the close kept lawn. Beautiful, but went unseen by the man which owned the property.
Instead he sat in a room where the only light came from two desk lamps. Anderson had no moved from this spot once, since early the previous morning, after, to his dismay, he realized his quiet little home had an intruder. No paintings or silver was stolen and the windows and doors remained bolted. The evidence was there, however, but the only thing missing was a bit of binding glue and paper.Anderson knew the culprits right away and had begun the process of putting out traps to rid his vast library, and house, of the one thing worse then a masked robber... silverfish.
Though the small insects were quite pretty, Anderson despised the pests greatly. Only fire could ruin his collection and work more quickly then silverfish. The thought of the little silver devils slithering through pages, like living bookmarks, and nibbling on paper and glue, tormented him for the better part of a day and a half. He had not even slept in his little room! Though there was a pull out bed not two steps away. The glue was their favorites, you see, and if there was one thing the book binder had, it was, old books bound together with silverfish crack.
"They probably road in on that last shipment...I knew I had to save these books.." Anderson murmured, remembering the old estate, whose library had extensive water damage. Might as well open their door to the wretches then. While he did not suspect a full infestation was upon him, as he had suffered no water damage and only until now had he seen any, he still played it cautious and put out a dozen or so traps, most he would keep there for some time, just in case. Needless to say in the torment of getting rid of the vermin and beginning to repair the small damages caused by the silvery little devils, Anderson had not eaten a single bite since the morning prior. Until now he was fairly oblivious to such a feeling entirely.
Yet it started as a hollow ache that ascended into worry. Had Adrian eaten? He had only recently taken the Kemono into his home, and he seemed, for the most part, self sufficient, but he was still a person under Anderson's care. With creaks and cracks of joints that had settled into one position for too long, Anderson stood and opened the door. He called out, a hint of dismay and concern in his voice. "Adrian?"
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Post by Adrian Vien on Aug 5, 2011 18:16:08 GMT -5
Indeed the day was gorgeous. Ray's of sun filtered in through the living-room window, bathing across a long, slender form spread out across the couch that sat near the wall. Straight, shaggy blond hair fell haphazardly around Adrian's lightly tanned face, his deep purple eyes peering through half closed lids out the window. Clad in a loose pair of blue jeans and a white button up, long sleeve shirt, he was comfortable there, near the window where he could see the sky.
This home belonged to the man who purchased Adrian, a seemingly kind man but the Kemono knew better than t judge off a few days. His first Master seemed find till he got Adrian home...
Adrian was quick to shove that thought away, squeezing his eyes shut tight for a moment before he shifted, stretching slightly before he sat up, swinging his long legs over the edge of the couch, bare feet pressing to the cool floor that sent a shiver up his spine. He sat there for a moment, gently rolling his shoulders. His upper back still ached from time to time.
A deep, distinctively male voice traveled down the hall and reached the blond male's ears. Slowly, the Kemono stood, soft steps taking him to the ope hall, peering down to see Anderson. He hadn't seen his new Master since early the day before. Shifting, he leaned against the nearby all wall, head tilting slightly. His expression didn't show much of what he felt. Pink lips set in a thin line, neutral eyes, drooping violet eyes trained straight towards the elder male in almost hesitance.
"Yes?" His voice was deep but quiet, almost meek really. Adrian didn't full trust anyone at this point, but he knew better not to come when he is called.
OOC: Sorry its short! >.<
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Post by Anderson Milani on Aug 8, 2011 5:09:18 GMT -5
Anderson lived a modest life. He ran no big corporation and only had a quaint home with an open floor plan. There were no fancy cars and parties went without notice of him attending or not. The man spent his days repairing old books. He would later donate them or sell them to both public and private collections, wherever they shall be continued to be loved. Yet it was a rather lonely life, even if he enjoyed his job greatly. It had been a few years since a slave had lived in his house, though he would hardly consider them a slave. It had been chance that he went to the auction where he proceeded to welcome Adrian into his home.
Already it made his home seem less empty. It put another smile on Anderson's face, one which he gave the young man as Adrian approached. "Have you eaten yet? I'm terribly sorry I've been busy." He gestured toward the kitchen. It was a tight fit for a large man, such as himself, but he moved with ease as he looked for plates and something to put on them.
He decided on sandwiches and began pulling bread from the bread box. Meat followed, along with lettuce, spread, and cheese. It filled the counter quickly and it was a wide selection. Recently he had gone to the market and with little knowledge of Adrian, he figured he might as well get varying types. Rye to white to wheat, from turkey to roast beef, and Munster to American. "What would you like on yours?"
Already Anderson began making his own. Onto thick slices of sour dough went salami, turkey, alfalfa, mayo and lettuce. He licked the mayonnaise from his thumb before rubbing at the long scar running down the left of his jaw in a gesture which displayed thought. It had become a constant worry-spot, like a ring which spun on your finger.
"Feel free to make it however you'd like." Anderson had wondered at first if Adrian would be one of the ones he'd have to reassure. The kind to speak softly to and hope they understand that there was little beyond setting fire to his books that would anger him. Though he had been warned of Adrian's love affair with guns and the thought had worried him. Yet as the few days passed, Adrian seemed reserved but not a kicked puppy or beaten child. Not that Anderson minded either way.
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Post by Adrian Vien on Aug 8, 2011 19:17:51 GMT -5
Anderson seemed a nice guy, although very distracted by his work. Adrian was fine with that though, it gave him some time to himself. Time to let him think.
At first, Adrian was going to say he wasn't, until his stomach gave a loud rumble at the thought of food. Yes, he had eaten earlier in the day, but that meal ha consisted of a very juicy bright red apple be'd grabbed from the fridge before taking his spot back on the couch. A slight flush spread over the blonds check as he cleared his throat, standing straight again. "I ate earlier but it wouldn't hurt to eat again," he spoke, slightly embarrassed by how loud his stomach had growled.
The blond Kemono followed after his Master silently into the kitchen, watching the older male lay out an assortment of options for sandwiches. He was silent though, as he came to Anderson;s side and began putting his own sandwich together. Turkey on white with lettuce, thick slice of tomato and mayonnaise. He was careful when using the knife to cut the tomato before setting it aside.
Adrian wasn't an aggressive Kemono. Even with his love of guns, he wasn't one to deliberately hurt someone. Yes, he had gotten into fights, only to protect his family. "Thank you, sir," he murmured, unsure exactly how to address the man who had purchased him.
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Post by Anderson Milani on Aug 16, 2011 12:22:40 GMT -5
"Anderson, please." He murmured, cutting his sandwich in half. Adrian wasn't the first Kemono to step into his kitchen but he was the quietest. He had seen all kinds but most were young children yet something drew him to Adrian. Maybe it was the harm that had befallen the Angelic Kemono. Yet he knew that pity did not drive his purchase.
"So, Adrian.. tell me about yourself." He smiled down to the young man before beginning to eat. Trust was obviously not there, but that was not surprising. Anderson hoped that over time that would change. Anderson was not the kind of Master to abuse such trust. He was not in it for sex or to ridicule but he was not in it to save his ever-loving soul through acts of kindness. It wasn't exactly his hobby but that was the closest thing Anderson could come up with.
After several bites he moved to grab a clean glass from the sink and filled it with water. "Anything I can get for you to make you more comfortable?" This last job would see a nice chunk of change into his pocket. More then enough to buy Adrian clothes and other amenities.
ooc: Bleh... so short.
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Post by Adrian Vien on Aug 17, 2011 15:37:53 GMT -5
Anderson... He had not expected for his new Master to have him addressed by his first name. It almost made Adrian, smile, almost. He hadn't smiled in a very long time... He pushed such thoughts aside and focused on his sandwich, mimicking Anderson by cutting his own in half before he indulged in a taste. His stomach was quit pleased it.
Carefully swallowing a bite, habitually licking is lips, Adrian attempted an answer. "There's not much to tell," his deep voice spoke out quietly. "I was born and raised in Canada... I have a younger sister." He paused, thinking of the little girl who would be a young teenager at this point. He missed her very much. "What would you want to know?" Another bite was taken, Adrian's bright purple eyes, the last evidence of his even being a Kemono, wondering to stare out the kitchen window in thought.
"Maybe some pain killers? For my back?" Adrian was referring to the sore wounds of his upped back, where his wings had been "clipped". The wounds tore open easily in the beginning, before a small infection had set in, that was cleared before he had been sold. "I don't want to ask too much of you. You've been kind enough already."
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Post by Anderson Milani on Aug 29, 2011 20:32:57 GMT -5
"Do you know how to read? If you do..what kind of books do you like. You know... likes and dislikes." He continued eating the sandwich, slowly. He stopped at the memory of Adrian's wounds. He should probably check on those, but he could do little besides clean them. That should be done as well, now that he thought of it.
It pained him to think his previous master did such a thing. Why would anyone want to do that? Then again, Anderson was just reminded of how humans treated each other and sighed.
"I'll order some stronger pain pills for you. Until then, I can give you what I have and possibly put hot presses on them? If you believe that will help. I can get some towels soaking now." He offered, concern easily seen spread across his features.
That worry bled into the smile that spread across his scruffy face. A large, leather-soft hand raised to squeeze Adrian's shoulder in a fatherly manner. He truly felt for the Kemono, more then he probably should but he would leave such feelings to speculation for now. Adrian needed to heal and Anderson needed to make sure such feelings were genuine. "Anything you want, Adrian. Just let me know. When we go get your clothes, I'll get you a cellphone, so if you need to contact me, you can at any time."
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Post by Adrian Vien on Aug 29, 2011 22:43:43 GMT -5
"I can read and write," Adrian replied calmly, picking slightly at the crust of his sandwich. "I like most books, especially ones revolving around religion." He glanced at the prayer beads tangled around his left wrist for a second before returning his gaze to the window. Oh how he ached t be able to spread his wings again and fly in that clear blue sky. But, who knew when he would be able to do that again.Adrian looked to Anderson, a ghost of a smile appearing on his full, pale lips.
"Thank you. A hot press might help." The man seemed genuinely concerned for him, though it felt strange to the blond. Most humans didn't worry about Kemono like him. The damaged ones.
"Wont I be with you though?" A sudden, strange fear reached and gripped Adrian's heart. Anderson didn't want to get rid of him, did he? Why would he buy him if he was just going to dump him. The and on his shoulder felt warm though, comforting. Maybe that's not what he meant. "I like to write," he suddenly stated. "Do you have any writing supplies?"
A thought suddenly struck the Angelic Kemono as he stood thee and set his sandwich down. He swallowed the lump in his throat before looking Anderson square in the eye. "Anderson, why did you buy me if you knew I was...broken?"
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Post by Anderson Milani on Sept 1, 2011 12:34:38 GMT -5
"Well then my library is open to you. I have plenty of books on philosophy and religion, myths of all kinds. I'm sure you will like them." He had known little of the Kemono when he purchased him not long ago, but now it seemed more then just accident that he brings home one who likes many of the things Anderson also enjoys. The thought of it being fate made a shiver run down his spine. His soul dampened slightly at the look of longing on Adrian's face as he looked to the sky. What pain he had to be in, physically and mentally, to be tied to the ground by invisible chains even Anderson couldn't undo. So Anderson smiled. He smiled at Adrian with as much love and kindness as he was able to portray.
After a soft chuckle, the larger man moved to get some water heated up and to grab some of the clean, plush kitchen towels. Rooting around in the cabinets he found a steamer he used to cook vegetables. He didn't need to boil the poor towels, let alone burn Adrian in the process. That would not make everything soo much better.
At his addition to liking to write, Anderson's spirits soared once more! A Kemono who loved to write, how perfect! "I have plenty of writing supplies. And if you'd like, I can make you your own writing journal." He nodded, kind eyes closing and not-completely-straight teeth showing in the grin he presented Adrian.
And then Adrian dropped a big question on him and he paused, staring at the pot of boiling water. "You aren't broken...you're injured." He stated with certainty. Looking over to Adrian, Anderson laid a hand on the side of Adrian's face. "You need the kindness more then most." |
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Post by Adrian Vien on Sept 2, 2011 13:33:13 GMT -5
Adrian would never admit it out-loud, but he liked seeing Anderson smile. He didn't know why because it really didn't seem logical. Adrian had seen plenty of people smile, Human or Kemono, and had never made such a mental note of preference for such a facial expression. But, it was different from his Master. A Human being so kind and so sincere towards someone like Adrian... Well, it was a rarity, but that wasn't the reason he liked it. "I'd enjoy that," he spoke, referring to the library. The blond could easily loose himself in books, as he had when he was young.
The Kemono watched as Anderson went about preparing the towels. He hadn't expected the older male to go straight to it. He was putting Adrian first, something that hadn't happened for him since... He couldn't even remember at this point. It was always family first, friends first, Master first. Never Adrian first. He felt awkward for a moment, shifted his weight from one leg to the other, attempting to keep himself out of the way.
"A journal?" His expression perked up, violet eyes brightening ever so slightly. Anderson was smiling again. A warm feeling presented itself in Adrian's stomach that he did his best to ignore. "A journal would be perfect." Though he felt excited, the Kemono's expression and voice barely changed. It was all shown in his unusual, droopy eyes though. That, he couldn't hide away.
The hand felt warm against Adrian's cheek and, for once, he didn't jerk away from the touch of another. He stood there still as though time froze before his own hand reached up slightly. It didn't make it the whole way though. It dropped back to his side was Adrian reluctantly shied away from the touch and busied himself cleaning p from their meal. "Thank you..." |
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