Post by Hikaru on Jul 9, 2010 5:18:54 GMT -5
Asher paced the apartment several times, flopped on the couch and tried playing a game, tossed the controller aside and stared at his computer screen blankly, then repeated. Finally he looked over at Adrik and sighed, while he... purr snored.. again... LOUDLY. Cringing, Ash had to leave. He had to, there was no other choice other than climbing the walls, and they were looking very interesting. Grabbing his phone and wallet and slipping on his sandals he practically ran out of the loft, into the elevator, and across the street, down the block to the park. Slipping over the stone wall, rather than assaulting his ears with the loud squeaking of the gate, he quickly slipped out of his shoes, without looking around to see if he was alone or not. he stared down at his toes while he wiggled them into the grass, then.. started pacing, staring down at his feet while the grass tickled between his toes.
Nathyn sighed and slowly began to undo his collar. He set the now free clothe on the ground by him and quickly added shoes and gloves with them before bothering to take another swig of wine. It was as close to relaxing as he could get out here considering the circumstances. he rested the bottle against his forehead and sang gently, murmuring words in the olde tongue as he watched the stars. He should have brought an MP3 player. He should have killed them both. Should have.. should haves...
Asher couldn't see through the falling water and he blinked large blue eyes before slowly walking around it, his senses firing in overdrive, the brush of cloth against cloth and skin, even his eyes were hyper focused at the moment. For a second he thought he might have walked in upon two lovers... or the crazy old man that talked to his bread again. That guy seriously creeped him out. When he actually saw the guy he froze, well not completely. he couldn't stop his muscles from randomly twitching while he saw the koi out of the corner of his eye, or his breathing, though it did slow down quite a bit. He didn't dare speak, and he didn't want to startle the guy either. He almost laughed at that... him.. startling or scaring someone.... HIM!
Nathyn closed his eyes, nuzzling the bottle with the bridge of his nose. His singing was whispers, carelessly uttered when he remembered to sing at all. Contrary to most belief, not all Fae had voices of orgasmic proportions. It wasn't a bad voice. But he wouldn't be selling records with it. Not that he wanted to. He was happy with his artwork. As happy as he could be. Even that smile looked practiced and bound. He was relaxed yet still in that strewn about carelessness was that restraint to his body, lingering on the edges of obscurity. There was the beginning whispers of his confinement as he was. with the song and the look... he did feel like a bird, a little song bird in the most beautiful cage ever constructed. It was pleasing on the ears and the eyes.. but to the bird... it was still caged.
Asher stared at the man through his bangs, his head tilting to one side when the singing hit him. He couldn't make out the words, just the tones and occasional vowels of higher notes, his ears twitching under the somewhat frazzled mess of hair he had tried to pull back when he had been thinking of cutting it off earlier. Pupils constricted down suddenly as his vision focused intently on a glint of the bottle in the light, then on the bridge of the man's nose. It took a few moments but he was able to tear his gaze away blinking and ducking his head and taking a step back. The cuff of his pant leg catching on his own feet and down he went onto the grass, on his butt with a soft chirp of surprise.
Nathyn sat up quickly, yet in the movements was this otherworldly flow of elegance, He sat with one knee up, his hand holding the bottle resting over the kneecap. The other hand rested palm flatly on the ground. His eyes narrowed, the darkness helping him to see the details of the one that.. chirped. an odd sound to come out of a mortal. "Tailoring is inexpensive and in your case potentially good for your health." he smirked as he turned his head to take a swig of his wine.
Asher blinked wide blue eyes up at the man, recognizing the predatory stance and immediately tried to shove down the instant fear he felt coursing through him, uncontrolled. Swallowing he slowly sat up, crouching and rubbing his rear. "Sorry I was... what?" Now he was confused.. tailoring? but then he glanced down at himself and the over long pants that hid half his feet from view, and of course.. blushed, keeping his head down low so the guy wouldn't see it. "Oh."
Nathyn inclined his head as he studied the little thing. Even at this distance he seemed so small. They grew mortals the size of demi-fae in this day and age? He smirked and ran the edge of his bottle along his parted lips. His eyes never straying from the cowering form before him. "heh... how submissive of you..." he mused aloud, uncaring if the other heard him or not.
Asher lifted his head at that, just enough to again peer through his bangs at him. "What?" He honestly didn't know what they guy had meant. he lowered his eyes again as soon as they started to constrict and hyper focus again, tearing the true blue gaze to the grass at his feet instead, where they focused on a single blade of grass. Pushing down his fear was not really working, and for that quick instant when he had looked up, his eyes reflected the light back to the man eerily.
Nathyn slumped back into the pillows, finding the boy of no real concern or threat to him. He would of liked it better if he wasn't there at all, but considering the place he was at was public, privacy was only as good as the fates wanted for him. He cursed fates as he took another swing of the wine and closed his eyes again. "it is of no importance to you." Were aristocracies still in rule, he would have flicked his wrist at the boy to shoo him to his cores for the day. part of him missed that time. Humanity was so much simpler then.
Asher reached out and splayed his hand down on the single blade of grass, crushing it under his palm so he could look back up at the man, blinking to try to clear his vision and dutifully keeping his eyes off the fountain. If he looked, he wouldn't be able to look away from the fish, and might actually end up in the fountain. Again. He leaned forward on that arm toward him, his head tilting. "I would really like to know." Quickly followed by a softer, "Please." He would never be strong, or be able to fight his way out of a situation. He knew that. So he took to learning like a fish does water. If he could think his way out of situations rather than fight, he would be able to get out of being beaten so often. Thinking of fish had his eyes almost turning toward the water, but he took a deep breath and held it. The guy didn't seem to want him around but the curiosity of the cat inside him kept him riveted and asking, pushing his luck.
Nathyn internally sighed as in that same fluid, gracefully stood up. his arms hung limply, swaying effortless on the stillness of the air. His bottle too hung limply between his index and thumb. He stepped towards the smaller man, his head lowered only to better stare him down with unblinking and oddly blazing eyes. "Do you now, little one?" His voice was whispered and hollowed as it tickled at the senses of his the ear lobes. He stalked closer, beginning to circle Asher. "I said... how submissive of you. Because you are... submissive. You can not look me in the eye to ask a simple question. You can not hold your own footing while walking.. why speaking. I would even go so far as to say thinking. You are weak.... so weak that you must hate yourself... the fact you can not go anywhere.... that nothing has meaning or desire to you leaves you feeling..restless and empty, doesn't it? You need others to guide you least you fall into meaninglessness. This is why I say you are submissive."
Asher sat back as the man stood and walked around him, his eyes and head following the movement until his head couldn't turn any further and he was left staring at the hedges, not really seeing them, or anything in front of him for a moment while he compared what the guy had said, to his life. Being timid and shy was one thing, but finally, he nodded, his eyes closing, his voice soft, barely above a whisper. "Then that is what I am... and more." He could take care of himself, be by himself, but he hated it. Hated being alone, even though, with how he was built, he always would be and he knew it. A jaded look came over his features, set deeply into the vibrant blue eyes making the blue colder somehow even as he fought to not start crying, the same sentence he has lived by for so long drifting through his mind over and over. He knew it was true, that eventually, even Adrik would hurt him. Everyone did.
Nathyn tsked repeatedly. It was suck a rapid succession that it sounded more like the clicking of a dial. He crouched beside Asher, resting the bottle down on the grass. the moisture from it lefts his fingers cool. those very fingers drew up to caress Asher's cheeks and hold him effortlessly by the chin. There was no tension in that touch, just cold. "You poor, pathetic little being. Life must be unbearable for you. to live so helplessly. I can see it on your features. You hate it and everything and one else around you because of how you were born. As each grows...and it will all eventually grow, life leaves you behind and well.. here you are...as helpless and little as ever. The gods must laugh to watch you suffer so...."
Asher was passive, fingers warming moments against the heat that his skin held. His eyes shocked open and then the fear came. The true fear that this man knew somehow. One foot slipped back and braced himself as he slid back, away from those fingers if they didn't remain and hold tighter. "How do you know what I am? Who told you? No one..." He stopped, cutting himself off. One person knew and the thought of him telling anyone, after promising not to, cut through him violently and he shuddered, a slow trembling starting along his spine. Adrik had promised not to tell! That his secret was safe...
Nathyn laughed as he pulled back. He didn't bother holding onto him. They did turn outward to draw through is hair as he moved. "Who told me?" he asked in that same harrowing whisper. He leaned into Asher's form, his brazen eyes echoing that emptiness and cold he felt as. "You told me." He smirked, lingering so close a passerby would falsely assume their faces touched. "Every lashing of your throat, every intake of breath, every light that dances upon your eyes, every cur of flesh against muscle, the tensing.. the relaxing.. the shuddering. Your body tells all and it does so quite loudly. You should be ashamed of your body for tell your secrets so boldly."
Asher stopped about a foot away from where he had started from. There is no way his body could have betrayed his secret and unless this guy could look through clothing, he wouldn't know. Swallowing before he spoke, his voice remaining soft, it always was. "Not possible." He was ashamed of his own body, but not for betraying his fear and faltering steps. His head lifted up and inch higher to look at him a bit more fully. "You don't know anything about me.. not really."
Nathyn reached out again to caress his cheek, his face still comfortably close. His body inched closer to bridge that gap of personal boundaries. The tip of his nose slowly encircled Asher's as he kept his quiet whispering. "But I know your fears.....That is what makes you so weak. Until you ever find the strength in that poor little body of yours to tell your fears they do not own you and do not know you. You will always be a servant to others will and pleasures. you will always be helpless. You will always be pathetic." He chuckled breathily and pat the boy's cheek. He left the statement at that and pulled back, grabbing for his bottle of wine to take another swing of it as he stood in a leisurely grace.
Asher froze when he got closer, his eyes closing while they brushed noses listening to him and a part of him actually relaxed. He stood quickly after the man did and took a step back, still not looking at him. "Even in that... you know nothing about me." He took another step back, his face scrunching up halfway between pain and confusion. Another step back before he looked up at him quickly. "You enjoy this... don't you?"
Nathyn turned halfway so that his body was profiled to Asher, but his face could be seen in full. " No, I do not know anything about you, but I do see how you soul is squirming like a worm on a hook." He lifted his chin. "And yes, it is enjoyable. You live long enough and only the most primary and simplest of reactions provide any form of fascination and satisfaction."
Asher nodded then had to ask. He just simply had to, the curiosity of the cat and the wanting to know overriding the fact that it would be rude. That and this man, whoever he was, did not "feel" like a vampire, there was too much life in him, nor did he have that singular scent. "How long is long?"
Nathyn chuckled as he grinned to the smaller man. "I tell you what. I will make you a deal. You come to me and tell me who I really am whatever or whomever that may be, and I will tell you everything you tiny little heart so desires. But I will not share that information until you can tell me otherwise." He moved back to the picnic blanket and flopped with his odd mix of fluidity and whimsy. It was still like a visual poetry, though alive. he set his bottle down and slowly busied himself with sorting through his own things to put on his gloves, boots, and tie in no particular order. He also looked in no real hurry to do so.
Asher watched him a moment and whispered exactly what he wanted, but not the part he wanted deep down. "What everyone wants.. to be loved." he darted over and grabbed his sandals, then leapt the stone wall and ran along the sidewalk back home.
Nathyn finished throwing on his clothing, his head turning as the man ran. For a little guy, he was quick. The living were always in such a terrible rush. He probably missed a lot in all that rushing. " love..." he scoffed and finished his wine bottle. " Not everyone wants to be loved." He didn't want love. Not really. He wanted love like he wanted a hole in his own head.
Nathyn sighed and slowly began to undo his collar. He set the now free clothe on the ground by him and quickly added shoes and gloves with them before bothering to take another swig of wine. It was as close to relaxing as he could get out here considering the circumstances. he rested the bottle against his forehead and sang gently, murmuring words in the olde tongue as he watched the stars. He should have brought an MP3 player. He should have killed them both. Should have.. should haves...
Asher couldn't see through the falling water and he blinked large blue eyes before slowly walking around it, his senses firing in overdrive, the brush of cloth against cloth and skin, even his eyes were hyper focused at the moment. For a second he thought he might have walked in upon two lovers... or the crazy old man that talked to his bread again. That guy seriously creeped him out. When he actually saw the guy he froze, well not completely. he couldn't stop his muscles from randomly twitching while he saw the koi out of the corner of his eye, or his breathing, though it did slow down quite a bit. He didn't dare speak, and he didn't want to startle the guy either. He almost laughed at that... him.. startling or scaring someone.... HIM!
Nathyn closed his eyes, nuzzling the bottle with the bridge of his nose. His singing was whispers, carelessly uttered when he remembered to sing at all. Contrary to most belief, not all Fae had voices of orgasmic proportions. It wasn't a bad voice. But he wouldn't be selling records with it. Not that he wanted to. He was happy with his artwork. As happy as he could be. Even that smile looked practiced and bound. He was relaxed yet still in that strewn about carelessness was that restraint to his body, lingering on the edges of obscurity. There was the beginning whispers of his confinement as he was. with the song and the look... he did feel like a bird, a little song bird in the most beautiful cage ever constructed. It was pleasing on the ears and the eyes.. but to the bird... it was still caged.
Asher stared at the man through his bangs, his head tilting to one side when the singing hit him. He couldn't make out the words, just the tones and occasional vowels of higher notes, his ears twitching under the somewhat frazzled mess of hair he had tried to pull back when he had been thinking of cutting it off earlier. Pupils constricted down suddenly as his vision focused intently on a glint of the bottle in the light, then on the bridge of the man's nose. It took a few moments but he was able to tear his gaze away blinking and ducking his head and taking a step back. The cuff of his pant leg catching on his own feet and down he went onto the grass, on his butt with a soft chirp of surprise.
Nathyn sat up quickly, yet in the movements was this otherworldly flow of elegance, He sat with one knee up, his hand holding the bottle resting over the kneecap. The other hand rested palm flatly on the ground. His eyes narrowed, the darkness helping him to see the details of the one that.. chirped. an odd sound to come out of a mortal. "Tailoring is inexpensive and in your case potentially good for your health." he smirked as he turned his head to take a swig of his wine.
Asher blinked wide blue eyes up at the man, recognizing the predatory stance and immediately tried to shove down the instant fear he felt coursing through him, uncontrolled. Swallowing he slowly sat up, crouching and rubbing his rear. "Sorry I was... what?" Now he was confused.. tailoring? but then he glanced down at himself and the over long pants that hid half his feet from view, and of course.. blushed, keeping his head down low so the guy wouldn't see it. "Oh."
Nathyn inclined his head as he studied the little thing. Even at this distance he seemed so small. They grew mortals the size of demi-fae in this day and age? He smirked and ran the edge of his bottle along his parted lips. His eyes never straying from the cowering form before him. "heh... how submissive of you..." he mused aloud, uncaring if the other heard him or not.
Asher lifted his head at that, just enough to again peer through his bangs at him. "What?" He honestly didn't know what they guy had meant. he lowered his eyes again as soon as they started to constrict and hyper focus again, tearing the true blue gaze to the grass at his feet instead, where they focused on a single blade of grass. Pushing down his fear was not really working, and for that quick instant when he had looked up, his eyes reflected the light back to the man eerily.
Nathyn slumped back into the pillows, finding the boy of no real concern or threat to him. He would of liked it better if he wasn't there at all, but considering the place he was at was public, privacy was only as good as the fates wanted for him. He cursed fates as he took another swing of the wine and closed his eyes again. "it is of no importance to you." Were aristocracies still in rule, he would have flicked his wrist at the boy to shoo him to his cores for the day. part of him missed that time. Humanity was so much simpler then.
Asher reached out and splayed his hand down on the single blade of grass, crushing it under his palm so he could look back up at the man, blinking to try to clear his vision and dutifully keeping his eyes off the fountain. If he looked, he wouldn't be able to look away from the fish, and might actually end up in the fountain. Again. He leaned forward on that arm toward him, his head tilting. "I would really like to know." Quickly followed by a softer, "Please." He would never be strong, or be able to fight his way out of a situation. He knew that. So he took to learning like a fish does water. If he could think his way out of situations rather than fight, he would be able to get out of being beaten so often. Thinking of fish had his eyes almost turning toward the water, but he took a deep breath and held it. The guy didn't seem to want him around but the curiosity of the cat inside him kept him riveted and asking, pushing his luck.
Nathyn internally sighed as in that same fluid, gracefully stood up. his arms hung limply, swaying effortless on the stillness of the air. His bottle too hung limply between his index and thumb. He stepped towards the smaller man, his head lowered only to better stare him down with unblinking and oddly blazing eyes. "Do you now, little one?" His voice was whispered and hollowed as it tickled at the senses of his the ear lobes. He stalked closer, beginning to circle Asher. "I said... how submissive of you. Because you are... submissive. You can not look me in the eye to ask a simple question. You can not hold your own footing while walking.. why speaking. I would even go so far as to say thinking. You are weak.... so weak that you must hate yourself... the fact you can not go anywhere.... that nothing has meaning or desire to you leaves you feeling..restless and empty, doesn't it? You need others to guide you least you fall into meaninglessness. This is why I say you are submissive."
Asher sat back as the man stood and walked around him, his eyes and head following the movement until his head couldn't turn any further and he was left staring at the hedges, not really seeing them, or anything in front of him for a moment while he compared what the guy had said, to his life. Being timid and shy was one thing, but finally, he nodded, his eyes closing, his voice soft, barely above a whisper. "Then that is what I am... and more." He could take care of himself, be by himself, but he hated it. Hated being alone, even though, with how he was built, he always would be and he knew it. A jaded look came over his features, set deeply into the vibrant blue eyes making the blue colder somehow even as he fought to not start crying, the same sentence he has lived by for so long drifting through his mind over and over. He knew it was true, that eventually, even Adrik would hurt him. Everyone did.
Nathyn tsked repeatedly. It was suck a rapid succession that it sounded more like the clicking of a dial. He crouched beside Asher, resting the bottle down on the grass. the moisture from it lefts his fingers cool. those very fingers drew up to caress Asher's cheeks and hold him effortlessly by the chin. There was no tension in that touch, just cold. "You poor, pathetic little being. Life must be unbearable for you. to live so helplessly. I can see it on your features. You hate it and everything and one else around you because of how you were born. As each grows...and it will all eventually grow, life leaves you behind and well.. here you are...as helpless and little as ever. The gods must laugh to watch you suffer so...."
Asher was passive, fingers warming moments against the heat that his skin held. His eyes shocked open and then the fear came. The true fear that this man knew somehow. One foot slipped back and braced himself as he slid back, away from those fingers if they didn't remain and hold tighter. "How do you know what I am? Who told you? No one..." He stopped, cutting himself off. One person knew and the thought of him telling anyone, after promising not to, cut through him violently and he shuddered, a slow trembling starting along his spine. Adrik had promised not to tell! That his secret was safe...
Nathyn laughed as he pulled back. He didn't bother holding onto him. They did turn outward to draw through is hair as he moved. "Who told me?" he asked in that same harrowing whisper. He leaned into Asher's form, his brazen eyes echoing that emptiness and cold he felt as. "You told me." He smirked, lingering so close a passerby would falsely assume their faces touched. "Every lashing of your throat, every intake of breath, every light that dances upon your eyes, every cur of flesh against muscle, the tensing.. the relaxing.. the shuddering. Your body tells all and it does so quite loudly. You should be ashamed of your body for tell your secrets so boldly."
Asher stopped about a foot away from where he had started from. There is no way his body could have betrayed his secret and unless this guy could look through clothing, he wouldn't know. Swallowing before he spoke, his voice remaining soft, it always was. "Not possible." He was ashamed of his own body, but not for betraying his fear and faltering steps. His head lifted up and inch higher to look at him a bit more fully. "You don't know anything about me.. not really."
Nathyn reached out again to caress his cheek, his face still comfortably close. His body inched closer to bridge that gap of personal boundaries. The tip of his nose slowly encircled Asher's as he kept his quiet whispering. "But I know your fears.....That is what makes you so weak. Until you ever find the strength in that poor little body of yours to tell your fears they do not own you and do not know you. You will always be a servant to others will and pleasures. you will always be helpless. You will always be pathetic." He chuckled breathily and pat the boy's cheek. He left the statement at that and pulled back, grabbing for his bottle of wine to take another swing of it as he stood in a leisurely grace.
Asher froze when he got closer, his eyes closing while they brushed noses listening to him and a part of him actually relaxed. He stood quickly after the man did and took a step back, still not looking at him. "Even in that... you know nothing about me." He took another step back, his face scrunching up halfway between pain and confusion. Another step back before he looked up at him quickly. "You enjoy this... don't you?"
Nathyn turned halfway so that his body was profiled to Asher, but his face could be seen in full. " No, I do not know anything about you, but I do see how you soul is squirming like a worm on a hook." He lifted his chin. "And yes, it is enjoyable. You live long enough and only the most primary and simplest of reactions provide any form of fascination and satisfaction."
Asher nodded then had to ask. He just simply had to, the curiosity of the cat and the wanting to know overriding the fact that it would be rude. That and this man, whoever he was, did not "feel" like a vampire, there was too much life in him, nor did he have that singular scent. "How long is long?"
Nathyn chuckled as he grinned to the smaller man. "I tell you what. I will make you a deal. You come to me and tell me who I really am whatever or whomever that may be, and I will tell you everything you tiny little heart so desires. But I will not share that information until you can tell me otherwise." He moved back to the picnic blanket and flopped with his odd mix of fluidity and whimsy. It was still like a visual poetry, though alive. he set his bottle down and slowly busied himself with sorting through his own things to put on his gloves, boots, and tie in no particular order. He also looked in no real hurry to do so.
Asher watched him a moment and whispered exactly what he wanted, but not the part he wanted deep down. "What everyone wants.. to be loved." he darted over and grabbed his sandals, then leapt the stone wall and ran along the sidewalk back home.
Nathyn finished throwing on his clothing, his head turning as the man ran. For a little guy, he was quick. The living were always in such a terrible rush. He probably missed a lot in all that rushing. " love..." he scoffed and finished his wine bottle. " Not everyone wants to be loved." He didn't want love. Not really. He wanted love like he wanted a hole in his own head.