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 Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 3:03 pm
Tell me, what is a human worth without a heart?Violetta glanced over at him after a few moments, realizing that he needed him. Letting the kitten jump off the bed, it then was picked up by Ebony and put into the basket. "I'll help.." she said in a soft voice, averting her eyes from his own. To be honest, she really did wish that this whole situation didn't bother her or affect her as much as it did at the moment but it didn't seem like anything could be done about that for the moment.
Moving over, she glanced at his expression before gently placing a hand on the back of his shoulder and then placed the other on his side. Lowering her head for a moment, she sighed, hoping that she wouldn't hurt him. Pulling him off the pillows that were behind him, she put his shoulder against her own that way he could lean against it. Swallowing, the hand that was on his side reached around and grabbed the fabric of the shirt before the hand that was on his shoulder moved down until it reached his hand. Gently taking it, she pulled the shirt over before slipping his hand through the sleeve, making sure to not have any eye contact at all.
Letting go of his hand, she slowly pulled the sleeve up his arm... all that was left were the buttons so she gently moved him away from her and back onto the bed. She didn't know whether to do the buttons herself or if he wanted to do them on his own. Biting her lip once again, she moved her hands away from him. For mine seems to have been destroyed.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 3:25 pm
When Violetta finally seemed to realized his predicament, Brandon glanced over at the kitten that jumped off the bed before being returned to the basket by his mother. At the soft voice of his mistress, he looked back to her. However, he couldn't help but notice how she refused to meet his gaze, something he'd never come across before. All the other masters and mistresses would look directly at a slave, while the slave was not allowed to meet their gaze. Violetta, on the other hand, seemed to be having trouble with that concept. What was it about him that she found so unnerving?
Brandon looked down at her hand on his shoulder, then her other hand on his side, before looking back to her face. Honestly, her hand on his side did bother him slightly but not because of his wounds. The touch, though incredibly different in intention, reminded him far too much of a similar touch, one that he would rather forget. But he didn't have a choice but to suffer through it. When she pulled him forward, he grunted quietly before relaxing against her. When she removed her hand from his side, he relaxed further even though he hadn't realized he was still tense. While she worked to get the material over him, he did his best to help her, although that wasn't much. The most he could do was to remain relaxed and easy to move.
All throughout the whole ordeal, he was completely aware that she avoided his eye contact. He knew it shouldn't have but he couldn't help the twinge of pain he felt at the action, or lack thereof. Forcing himself to push the feeling away, he focused back onto the shirt. As she lowered him back to the bed, he relaxed against it. The ordeal had taken a surprising amount of energy out of him, considering he hadn't done anything. At that moment, all he wanted to do was sleep. In fact, he didn't even care that his shirt still lay open. It wasn't like she could see anything. Anything that wasn't covered by his shirt was covered by bandages.
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5Bulletproof-Marshmellows
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 3:43 pm
Tell me, what is a human worth without a heart?Glancing down at him for a moment, she then stood up, knowing he would probably rest after that. Running her fingers through her hair with a shaky hand, she walked back over to the window and put her forehead against it. This simply can't be happening.. she told herself as she placed her palm against the cold glass. She had fallen for James and after everything that had happened she refused to even allow herself to think about someone else.. and now this was going on.
It would never work though.. even if he didn't mind her, she doubted he would ever feel comfortable around her or even trust her for that matter. Her father would be completely against it and she could only imagine what would happen to him then. Closing her eyes, her fingers curled. Forget about it, it's never going to work, who would want to be with someone that had so many personality flaws anyway? Forgetting about it would be the best option that she had. It was the only option that was right. For mine seems to have been destroyed.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 3:53 pm
Brandon watched through half-closed eyes as she stood, walking across the room to stand by the window. She seemed to do that a lot and he couldn't help but be curious as to what she was looking at. Maybe something, maybe nothing. Maybe that was just where she went to think. Either way, he was tired. He didn't want to burden himself by trying to figure out the mannerisms of his mistress, at least not then. It would give him something to do once he was awake again and bored with nothing to do.
Brandon closed his eyes completely, listening to the sound of his own breathing as he drifted off to sleep. Unfortunately for him, it seemed he just couldn't catch a break. As soon as he was fully asleep, he was plagued by dreams. These, unlike all the others he'd had, were not memories or fears. Instead, he was surrounded by darkness, chained to a platform. There was a single light above him, shining down on him, but it was a cold light. From the darkness, he could hear cruel, mocking laughter. He felt a sudden pain in his back and turned his head but saw nothing. He felt another pain, on his other shoulder. He looked back that way but still nothing. Whimpering in pain and fear, he tried vainly and weakly to free himself.
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5Bulletproof-Marshmellows
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 8:01 pm
5Bulletproof-Marshmellows Tell me, what is a human worth without a heart?Shaking her head some more, she decided to ask her father to prepare another ball, she needed to get her mind off of everything that was going on lately. Brandon didn't need to know what was going on in her mind and a masquerade was the perfect way to blend in with everyone and not let anyone know about her emotions. Taking in a deep breath, she sat down at her desk as she began to write a note. Talking to him didn't seem like the best idea at the moment, but handing a note to the maid so that she could take it to him, seemed fine.
Folding it after she was done, she wrapped a red ribbon around it and was about to go out into the hall before she head Brandon whimpering. Frowning at the sound, she walked over to the bed. "Brandon." she said his name before placing a hand on his shoulder. "Wake up." she didn't doubt that it was another nightmare. For mine seems to have been destroyed.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 10:56 pm
A shudder ran through Brandon's body as she placed her hand on his shoulder. He took in a sharp breath before exhaling and relaxing, leaning his cheek against her hand on his shoulder. If he stayed like that, his neck would no doubt be sore when he woke up but at least his nightmare vanished, leaving his mind blank and allowing him to get some actual rest. That was what he needed the most.
Violetta's father sighed deeply, glaring down at the paper before him. Ever since his argument with his daughter, he hadn't been able to concentrate. Damn it all. Why couldn't she just see sense? Why did she have to be such an idealist? The world wasn't perfect and the sooner she realized and accepted that, the better it would be for all of them. She had to stop trying to change the world for the better. It would never happen. Besides, even if it could, she was a woman. He may have been one of the men that saw women as equals, most likely because his wife had refused to be anything but his equal, but there were many who saw women as inferior. He knew she just wanted to help but it just wouldn't work.
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5Bulletproof-Marshmellows
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2010 4:05 pm
Tell me, what is a human worth without a heart?After Brandon seemed to calm down, she walked over to the door and opened it quietly before walking out. Violetta bit her lip as she leaned against the wall, waiting for one of the butlers or maids to walk by, perhaps even a slave though she didn't know what they would be doing on the second floor. Running her fingers through her hair once again, she couldn't help but wonder how it all was going to go.
"Mariam." the maid turned towards her and Violetta handed her the note. "Give this to my father." she added before the woman curtsied and hurried out of sight. For mine seems to have been destroyed. ((short >.< ))
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 12:16 am
((It's ok. What does the note say exactly?))
Violetta's father glared down at the paper in front of him. This just wouldn't work. Sighing in frustration, he leaned back in his chair and ran a hand through his hair. It wasn't fair. She was the one in the wrong so why was it that he couldn't concentrate? That just wasn't right. Muttering under his breath, he stood up and started to pace around the room, that usually helped him get his mind focused on his work. Usually. Today was not one of those times.
He paused at the sudden sound of someone knocking at his door. Curious, he walked over and pulled it open to find himself looking at one of the maids. He was about to ask what she wanted when she spoke first. "Here, sir," she said as she handed a note to him. "From your daughter." He blinked, looking down at the note then back up and dismissing the maid.
Closing the door, he returned to his desk before reading what Violetta had written.
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5Bulletproof-Marshmellows
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 10:09 pm
Tell me, what is a human worth without a heart?If her father removed the ribbon, inside he would find:
Father,
It has come to my attention that having a masquerade would most likely lighten everyone's spirits. Everyone should be able to come, even the slaves of this house. I, and I'm sure everyone else, would like to forget about my incident with James and this is the best way to fill everyone with hopes for a better future.
If you are not willing to invite everyone, then forget about this offer because I will not be attending the masquerade then and there will be no point for the rich nobles to attend if the host and hostess are not there.
With love,
Violetta
It all was a bit demanding but she had never been good with explaining things away. Being straight forward was her only chance of getting her point across without confusing the reader or listener. Sighing, she sat down in her arm chair after that and leaned her head back, her eyes slowly closely as she drifted away, tired even though she hadn't realized it before. For mine seems to have been destroyed.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 11:01 pm
Violetta's father raised an eyebrow as he read over the note his daughter had read. She never had been very smooth when trying to put her ideas across, especially if she was cross with someone. He sighed quietly to himself. A masquerade would be a good idea but he knew that if he invited the slaves to attend, instead of just being there to serve, it would not give a good image to his peers. Respect was one of the things that kept him in the powerful social circle he currently resided in.
But Violetta couldn't not attend. What would the others think? Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair. He had to do something. Then a thought struck him. Perhaps he could get away with not inviting all the slaves. Perhaps his daughter could be placated enough by him inviting that slave of hers. What was his name? Brandon? Yes. Perhaps she would be placated enough if he invited Brandon -and perhaps one or two of the other slaves- to attend.
But, of course, if he were to go through with it -and he most likely would- the masquerade would have to wait until the boy had recovered. Either way, he would do so. After all, what was the point in having a personal slave that was physically incapable of serving their master? That decided, he grabbed out his personal contact book which held all the names, addresses and businesses of his close acquaintances, writing down on another piece of paper the names of the people he intended to invite.
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5Bulletproof-Marshmellows
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 10:32 pm
Tell me, what is a human worth without a heart?Her dream revolved off of the idea of the masquerade... Bright lights, all the chandeliers were hung up after being cleaned and dusted from neglect. It was in the ball room, which actually happened to be rather large, the floors had circular patterns on them and it looked like they had been cleaned to perfection as well. As she looked around, she could help but notice all the bright colors, peacock feathers even on one of the masks. Her own mask covered her half of her face, framed around her eyes. It wasn't connected to one of the those stick things that most of the ladies there had. Looking down at herself, she realized that her hands were covered in red silk gloves that almost went up to her elbows.
She almost jumped out of her skin when someone took her hand. Looking up, she couldn't tell who it was behind the mask that reminded her of a bird. He didn't say anything though as he lead her to the dance floor. Her heartbeat increased and she tried to take in a deep breath but that was impossible with the corset she was wearing. The dress she was wearing happened to be red as well and didn't have any sleeves, just heart shaped at the top and the tip of the heart came down to her waist, the strings of the corset were in the back which didn't surprise her.
As her hear continued to beat, she didn't realize that most of the people had stepped back by now and the music was playing, her eyes were focused on the person who seemed to be smiling. He was a bit taller than her but as far as she knew he wasn't affected by how much shorter she was than him. In the end they ended up facing each other and.. danced. It was all so strange to her. Violetta wanted to reach up and remove the mask but it seemed like some sort of taboo.. like something bad would happen if she did. Twirling along with him, she continued to try and figure out who he was. When the dance ended, the people clapped but she could barely hear it.. everything was so distant besides the person in front of her. He slowly leaned down, his lips not too far from her ear. She couldn't help but feel like her heart was going to burst as she heard his lips part as if he was going to say something. For mine seems to have been destroyed. ((You can end her dream if you want >.< ))
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 2:48 pm
When Brandon awoke again, it was nearing dusk. It took him a moment to figure out where he was, what was going on and why his back hurt so damn much. Then it all came rushing back. Neil egging him on, then attacking. The slave driver. Violetta saving him then patching him up. Him falling asleep then waking up again. Getting dressed then falling back asleep. Blinking, he lifted his head and looked around the room. Through the window, he could see the last rays of sunlight fading from the sky. A few starts were already shining and he was almost positive the moon was already out. Heck, he'd even sometimes seen the moon during the day.
Yawning, he scanned the room again before his eyes caught sight of his mistress, asleep in an arm chair. He frowned at the sight. It wasn't right. She was the mistress. She was supposed to be the one sleeping comfortably in her bed. He was supposed to be down in his room, on his own bed. However, as he tried to force himself up, he found that even though he managed to lift himself higher than before, he still couldn't sit up on his own.
Huffing with frustration as he painfully lowered himself back to the bed, he scowled up at the ceiling. He hated this, being this helpless. He hated feeling helpless period but this was something entirely different. He couldn't even sit up on his own! How pathetic.
Laying there, in the dark, unable to move, it reminded him so much of previous encounters he'd had with his mistresses. But he knew Violetta would never use him like that. With the safe thought in mind, he let his mind wander. Looking out the window at the night sky, he watched as the number of stars steadily increased. Were his parents looking up at those same stars? Were they wondering what had happened to him, where he was, if he was even still alive? Or did they try not to think about it, knowing it would only cause pain? He didn't blame them. They couldn't have done anything to stop what had happened to him. But he missed them dearly.
Then there was Benjamen and Natalie. Did they even know about him? How much had they been told? Where were they? That was what bothered him the most, not knowing. He wished more than anything to at least know where they were and if they were happy. But, like his parents, there was nothing he could do for them.
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5Bulletproof-Marshmellows
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 9:41 pm
Tell me, what is a human worth without a heart? "I-" his words were cut off with a loud ringing of a bell. Her dream ended due to the fact that she had been surprised by the sound. Her back hurt as she blinked a few times. It was already dark in the room, quiet as well. Rubbing her neck, she slowly stood up, realizing that sleeping in a chair wasn't the best thing to do. Stretching a bit, she had completely forgotten about the fact that Brandon was still there and due to the fact that it was still dark, she didn't see him. Walking over to the bed, she knew her way around her room in the dark, she sat down on the edge of the bed, thankfully not where he was.
It wasn't long before she lay down, her heavy eyelids closing once again as she rested her head on the pillow, not bothering with the covers since it wasn't even cold. She slipped back into her dream.. the one that had ended before...
The man had straightened his back and was looking in the direction that the sound had come from. Violetta looked that way too, trying to figure out what was going on since the music had stopped completely now and it seemed like someone was trying to announce something. "Prince-" the name was cut off by all the commotion since the people seemed to be happy that he had come, whoever it was. The grip on her hand tightened slightly before it disappeared all together. "Where are you-" looking around, she found that he was no where to be seen. Frowning a bit, she didn't realize that the crowd and split and the Prince was walking down the path that had been cleared for him down to where she happened to be. For mine seems to have been destroyed.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 9:56 pm
Brandon blinked when his ears detected sound. Looking over in the direction of Violetta, he watched silently as she stirred before rising and walking over to the bed. He didn't make a single sound as she laid down, her breathing deepening and steadying out as she returned once again to sleep. In all honesty, he had no idea what to do. His heart was racing in a way that was by no means pleasant. Despite the conscious fact that he knew Violetta wouldn't use him, he couldn't quite suppress the fact that she was sleeping beside him, in her bed. It reminded him far too much of previous encounters with previous mistresses. It all started the same and ended the same.
Forcing himself to stay quiet, including keeping his breathing steady and slow, he tried once again to lift himself from the bed and once again failed. His back just hurt too much for him to be able to remove himself from the bed. So, he was forced to remain where he was, completely helpless.
All throughout the night, he got no rest and very little sleep. His fear kept him awake. When he did manage to sleep, it was only in fifteen or twenty minute naps that he would awake from in a cold sweat with his lungs and heart working triple time. He wanted to believe that Violetta wasn't like all the others but the fact was that he didn't know. He could suspect that she wasn't, judging from her reaction the previous night when he'd laid there in only the bandages but he didn't know for sure and that worried him.
When the morning sun finally rose above the horizon, he was even paler than last night, his skin slick with sweat. The bags under his eyes had only darkened with his lack of sleep and he felt completely and utterly exhausted. He knew it was because of his lack of sleep and his body's need for nothing but.
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5Bulletproof-Marshmellows
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 10:08 pm
Tell me, what is a human worth without a heart? The rest of the night and her dream she kept looking for the man that had disappeared. She would see him in the distance, standing in a doorway, watching her or doing something else but whenever she tried to reach him, he always left again. That wasn't the only problem though, she had her father telling her to dance with one person and then the next while the Prince kept showing up everywhere as well. It was rather exhausting trying to find one person and avoiding a different one at the same time.
Waking up in the morning, her eyes were still closed as she rolled over and her hand fell right on top of Brandon's arm. Her eyes shot open and she flew from the bed in a split second, a shrill coming from her mouth. Standing more than a few feet away from the bed in seconds, she covered her mouth when she recognized who it was, silencing herself. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep.. I- I didn't mean to wake you up... I must have forgotten." she tripped over a few words, her heart beating from the fear she had just experienced a few moments before.
There was knocking on the door the next second or perhaps banging would be a better word to describe it. "Is everything alright?!" she guessed it was one of the few guards that they had here by the sound of the man's voice. "Yes." her voice was high pitched before she cleared it. Shaking her head, she ran her fingers through her hair before walking over to the door. Opening it slowly, she looked at the man who looked like he was ready to kill someone. "I'm fine.." she told him as she frowned slightly. "Would you mind bringing up my breakfast for me?" she asked softly, it would be for Brandon.. and she didn't think she would be able to stay in the room after embarrassing herself in front of him like that. The man nodded and said a few more things before she thanked him and closed the door. Leaning against it, she lowered her head, not wanting to look over at Brandon who probably thought that she was a fool. For mine seems to have been destroyed.
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