Royal Bastard
Bisexual.
Single.
Elf
Authored by Rook.
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Post by Morighan Ashwin on Oct 30, 2017 9:06:14 GMT
Well that was a pain. He wasn't about to look through a ton of books in some hope of finding a clue to where Orin might be. And he sure as hell wasn't about to go join the hunt for the plant. His stepmother could handle that nonsense if she wished. He rolled his eyes and sighed but this time in annoyance. He would just have to get his crow to locate him. The bird could be rather useful in that way.
Ives, however, did have at least some useful information. He flipped through the pages until he came upon the page that would supposedly assist Mori. He had leaned forward then to let his blue eyes take in the page. A chant then? He could make a little chant and make his power stronger. Sadly it wasn't short not easily memorized so in a move that Morighan knew would bother the keeper he reached in and tore the pages he needed out of the book. Neatly folded them and pushed them down into his pocket.
After that he had begun to toy with the man again. The tremor in his voice only encouraged the sadistic man. His lips moving against his skin as he spoke. But he hadn't tried to pull away. "You're tempted." He remarked. His voice all but a growl. But not one of displeasure. There was something so satisfying about seeing the self-righteous man squirm. He stood suddenly and pushed his chair back from the table. Shoving it into Ives sternum harshly as he did so. "So pathetic." He said coldly. One hand suddenly grasping Ives shoulder and jerking him back. Aiming to shove him into the bookcase near the table. Almost immediately he released him. A smirk on his face as his fingers trailed almost tenderly down the lore keepers cheek, then his neck. "Do not resist me." He ordered. His fingers slowly starting to undo the buttons of the lore keepers coat. Tortuously slow.
"You will be begging for my forgiveness before the day ends." He said lowly, his blue eyes that were nearly the same hue as Ives own moving up to lock onto his face as his hands drifted down to rest on his hips. "Let's see about teaching you some manners, shall we?"
-Fade to black-
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Lore Keeper
Rooksexual.
Taken.
Elf
Authored by Arlyn.
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Post by Ives Beaumont on Nov 7, 2017 7:50:18 GMT
The other elf had left as Ives was still on the floor. Upon hearing his last command Ives obediently gotten up, moving toward the other end of the library where everything else was. "Get yourself cleaned up. Be a shame if someone walked in to see you like this." Ives' mind from before was completely absent now, broken as they committed such an act that he no longer wished to be apart of. Perhaps it was his incessant commands which drove Ives further within deep into his own mind. The lore keeper was only good at focusing on things one at a time, so that could contribute to the reason why his mind was almost completely blank now. He had obeyed his orders upon demand, and even now as he moved toward the small kitchen area over by his desk, upon the wall near his bedroom. As Ives usually had gone to the river behind the library to bathe, now however he had gone to where he kept the water. It sat by the counter, a bucket full from a few days prior from when he typically gathered fresh water from the nearby well. Taking a sponge he dipped it into the water, sliding it across his body clearing off its contents. He was partially nude, everything gone all except the white long sleeved shirt that he wore. Even the white fabric was unclean, and as he rolled up his own sleeves he wiped of what he could off his arms, then moving down to his legs. After repeatedly dipping the sponge back into the water and rinsing himself with the cool clear liquid, Ives was wet but clean. It felt cold against his skin before he then moved toward the other part of the counter, where a towel was. He then grabbed the towel, drying himself off as he again repeated the same actions, like a mindless machine as he properly cleaned himself, his eyes blank of any expression. Once he was completely dry he refolded the towel and placed it back on the counter. He then turned toward his bedroom.
Making his way to his bedroom Ives turned the knob open, stepping inside as he then made his way further within, toward his wardrobe. Pulling the shirt he currently wore up over his chest, he folded it neatly before placing it into the basket which was reserved for dirty clothing to do laundry with. From his wardrobe he then pulled out another selection of outfits, before choosing the one nearest to him and placing it upon himself, stepping into his undergarments before a pair of pants, placing on a white shirt then putting on a belt, then stepping his feet into tall boots before gathering his coat as he slid both arms into it, putting it one nicely and neatly before straightening it. Looking in a mirror he then looked at himself, trying to make himself as presentable as possible. Be a shame if someone walked in on him like this. His messy blonde hair was a tangle of curls. Neatly he brought out a comb from the drawer, combing his hair on either side nicely as it then resumed its normal form. Placing it back into the drawer he then closed it shut. However, now he was all cleaned up, or was he? No, there was still much more that needed to be done. But the lore keeper looked pristine clean indeed, looking rather more presentable than usual as he exited the bedroom, making his way out to the rest of the library. More so where he and the bastard prince had been. Picking up the fallen clothes, and cleaning off what lied on the floor, the lore keeper was near exhaustion as he then finished his cleaning up the mess, once again returning to his bedroom as he placed the rest of the clothing in with the shirt in the basket.
He then found himself sitting on the bed, his body collapsed from exhaustion. However he stared blankly at the wall above the basket, awaiting any more orders to be given to him. But they never came. Time had gone by as he stared out into the imaginary distance, dull blue eyes lost of color and gleam. The shades of the sunlight upon the wall had changed, from a bright white to a faded yellow as it rested upon the wall, creating shadows from the curtains. It was then Ives was beginning to return to his senses. He found himself blinking, becoming more aware that he was now in control after the many hours that had passed. Blinking a bit more rapidly he tried to regain hold of himself, his mouth opened slightly and eyes narrowed as he leaned forward a bit, a hand raising just to where his forehead was but not exactly touching it. Was he...? Was he in control now? Did it wear off? Looking down at his hand he then moved it, flexing it as it extended and curled into a fist. Yes, he was now. He then looked back at the wall. So the bastard prince had taken control of him after all. But... it was unlike how the almoner had taken control of him. He remembered every single part of it. It wasn't that it was hazy, unlike how her magic had affected him. Even though the real him wasn't present, even though that it was just him controlling him, yet... he could vividly remember it all. The pain was beginning to weigh down on him as he recalled the events.
A tear formed at the edge of his eye. Splattering onto the bedsheets below, the lore keeper leaned back on one arm as more and more tears fell, dropping amongst each other upon the white sheets. His teeth were gritted as he sobbed, the endless stream of tears flowing down his cheeks as he couldn't stand to bare the thought any longer. The thoughts of what he had done to him. They were flowing as his head then hung low, remembering what Morighan had told him. "Don't worry Ives, I'll be dropping in on you quite often." Then, he remembered more, more how that filthy hand touched his hair. "Because you are mine now."
That caused him to wince, further sobbing as the tears continued to fall. Ives sat there in defeat, head hung low as he cried. He heard a kitten mew softly as it approached him from the bed, and Ives looked up to it to see it come. His sad eyes were still full of tears, and he couldn't even bare himself any longer. Still, he looked at the kitten. Luckily it had been locked away in here, not out there. Rook... what was he going to tell Rook. Ives had enjoyed it. No, Morighan controlled him to. But still, he couldn't get that feeling out of his mind, and what he did. It was all coming down on him. Taking the cat softly in his arms, he held it in one as he tried to stroke the fur with the other, however the hand just sat there, unmoving. He did nothing as his chest bent forward, head looking downward as all he could do was sit there. All he continued to do was sit there and cry.
[END]
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