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5Bulletproof-Marshmellows
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 Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 9:19 pm
Tell me, what is a human worth without a heart?"Ah.." she nodded her head before sighing. "Well, once you're done, I'll be waiting for you upstairs in my room. Brandon's there." she said softly before turning to go back up the hallway and the stairs. Her father hadn't stopped her when she had put the bowls of food on the cart.. she didn't know why but she took it as a good sign anyway. Rubbing her neck, she knocked on the door lightly to her room before going in.
She guessed that Brandon would be done by now but she never knew with him. Brushing a loose strand of her hair away from her face, she walked over to him, deciding she would let him know about the woman that was willing to look him over that probably had more knowledge about his wounds than she did. "I don't know if you're familiar with the other people that.. work here but one of them, a woman, asked if she could check your wounds. If you're alright with it.. she could do it.." she told him before biting her lip. For mine seems to have been destroyed.
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 10:07 pm
Hannah smiled and nodded to her, glad to get off the subject of Neil. She watched for a moment as the young mistress walked out of the room before turning her attention to her breakfast, the first real breakfast she'd had since... Well, the first real breakfast she'd had in a long time.
Brandon had quickly finished his large meal and, frankly, he felt sick. His stomach wasn't used to holding so much food at one time. It was amazing he didn't bring it back up. Swallowing, he groaned quietly before opening his eyes at the sound of someone knocking at the door. He wouldn't be able to get up to answer it, and he wouldn't answer verbally, so he just sat there and looked at it. However, when Violetta walked in, he smiled weakly. She hadn't had to knock but she had anyway, though he wasn't sure why but that was beside the point. She was so good to him and it actually made him feel a little guilty. He was the slave, not her. He should have been waiting on her hand and foot, not the other way around.
He didn't have long to ponder those thoughts, though, as she spoke. Tilting his head, he listened to her speak before searching his memory. He was familiar with one of the slave women but that was it, not that it made any difference. He nodded at her words. He would be fine with it.
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5Bulletproof-Marshmellows
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 10:24 pm
Tell me, what is a human worth without a heart?She smiled when he nodded his head before she moved the empty tray onto the nightstand that was on her bed. He had enjoyed his breakfast from what she could tell. Violetta went to sit on the chair. "I asked my father to set up a masquerade for everyone.. but he didn't exactly agree." she lowered her head. "Only a few slaves will be allowed to attend as guests including you." she didn't know what he would think of it.. after all he had the right to know but it wasn't like he was going to give her his opinion. "Once you get better, we can have a tailor come and you can chose what you want to wear and so on." pulling her knees up to her chest, she stayed quiet after that, wrapping her arms around her legs.
To be honest, she missed her mother even if she hadn't known her for that long. Closing her eyes, she wished things could be like they were then before.. everyone had been happy.. and things had been peaceful. There was no yelling.. or arguing. For mine seems to have been destroyed.
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 10:33 pm
Brandon watched silently as she moved the empty tray to the nightstand before sitting on the chair. When she spoke, his eyebrows shot up in surprise. She was planning a masquerade ball. That didn't surprise him. What did surprise him was the fact that 'only a few slaves' were allowed to go. Only a few? He'd never heard of such of a thing where any were allowed to actually attend! He was surprised her father was letting any attend as guests. The Master must have been very different from any of the other masters he'd had. Any of the others would have shot the idea down immediately if she would have proposed to them slaves attending as guests.
When she continued to speak and spoke of him choosing what he was going to wear, he was even more surprised and it showed on his face. He would have attending? The thought had never crossed his mind of actually going to a ball. He wasn't too sure about it though. It had been a long time since he had been considered equal by anybody let alone free men, because, really, they would have no idea he was a slave unless they were told. But, if she wanted him there, he would go.
((I would have written more but I have to go. T.T ))
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5Bulletproof-Marshmellows
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 1:20 pm
Tell me, what is a human worth without a heart?He seemed surprised by her proposal but she hoped he wouldn't mind. Besides, maybe he would enjoy it in the end. "I'm sure the tailor can bring lots of different examples of various cloth and you can chose what you want since I don't know what you like." sighing, she got up after a moment. She wasn't planning on getting a new dress though, using one that she already had seemed reasonable enough and she could let any women that didn't have a fancy dress, have one of hers.
It was hard to keep talking like this when he barely responded.. but she guessed she would get used to it soon enough.. or he would find his family before then. For mine seems to have been destroyed. ((short D: ))
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 1:32 pm
Brandon slowly nodded at her comment about the tailor though he was reluctant for the simple fact that he would, in essence, be ordering around a freeman which went against everything that had been beaten into him in his years as a slave. It was unnatural and it made him uneasy but he tried not to show it.
He watched as she got up but he couldn't register anything else before there was a quick knock at the door. His eyes darted over to the door just as it opened and the older slave woman that he'd met previously waltzed in, closing the door after her. She carried a bucket on one arm and a basket on the other. "Hello Mistress, Brandon." He just stared at her blankly, not entirely sure how to react. Luckily, he didn't have to.
She set the bucket down, allowing him to see that it was filled with warm water, and set down the basket which was filled with bandages, needles, thread and other medical things that made him feel queasy. Like most men, he had no trouble fighting. Getting patched up, however, was another matter.
Before he could do anything, she grabbed his legs and dragged him down so he was laying down. He grunted as he landed on the bed. Before he could understand what was going on, she was back at his side, unbuttoning his shirt before rolling him onto his stomach. The breath was driven from him before she grabbed one arm and leg and dragged him back to the spot he'd been laying on before. Humming quietly to herself, she carefully pulled off his shirt and draped it over the foot board.
Blinking, he turned his head and watched as she got out a pair of scissors, cutting the bandages along his side and pulling them off to reveal the large cuts on his back. Tsking, she tossed aside the old bandages before grabbing a cloth and dunking it in the water. He was sure she was trying to be gentle while still getting the wounds clean, but that didn't stop it from hurting. His jaw clenched and his eyes screwed shut in pain as she washed out the wounds.
((That's ok. I didn't give you much to work with))
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 9:51 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 9:23 pm
Tell me, what is a human worth without a heart?"Hello." she answered softly as she bit her lip, moving out of the way, though she hoped Brandon would be alright. She trusted the slave but at the same time she was a bit hesitant. Neil didn't like Brandon and she could only hope that she hadn't affected by that anger of his. A chill ran down her spine when she saw all the materials. Her eyes looked over at Brandon who didn't look too happy about them either.
Her eyes widened when she suddenly dragged him down. She wasn't exactly a gentle woman, was she? She wanted to tell her to be careful, but then again, she shouldn't interfere. Wrapping her arms around her waist, she almost went over to her when she brought out the scissors but she soon understood what they were for. Her eyes closed and she then turned around and began quietly pacing, hoping that they would be too busy to notice.
Another chill ran down her spine and she shivered. Hopefully everything would be fine.. she didn't want to look since she was sure his wounds weren't in good shape and watching someone else sew them up wasn't something she wanted to do. If she was doing it, it would be fine.. but she couldn't watch someone else go through the same process. Swallowing, she finally spoke, "Will he be alright?" she asked, not even glancing over in their direction. For mine seems to have been destroyed.
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5Bulletproof-Marshmellows
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 1:02 pm
Brandon kept his eyes closed tightly, his jaw clenched and hands tightly gripping the bedsheet beneath him. Trying to focus on anything but the pain, his ears trained into the sound of Violetta's pacing. However, he only managed to focus on that while the slave woman rinsed out the cloth and dunked it in the water again. Once it was back against his wounds, he found himself unable to focus on anything but the pain. Even though he knew it was for his own good, it didn't stop the treatment from hurting.
Finally, the cloth was pulled away and it didn't come back. His back hurt worse than it had since he had first gotten the wounds. He heard the slave woman rummaging around in the basket before it fell quiet again. He heard the soft noise of a bottle being opened and he suddenly wasn't too sure he wanted to find out what it was. "This is going to hurt, I'm afraid," she murmured quietly to him. Hurt? If having his wounds washed didn't hurt then he was afraid he wouldn't be able to stand what she had planned for him next.
His eyes snapped open and mouth opened to scream though no sound came out. He forced his eyes and mouth closed again, pressing his face against the bedsheet. His whole body shuddered as a hot, fierce burning swept through his back. He wasn't sure what it was but the smell that drifted to his nose smelled faintly of alcohol while containing a much stronger medicinal smell. Finally, that too was pulled away and he was left trembling.
A hand brushed over his hair, gently stroking his head while soft, comforting murmurs reached his ears, remidning him of when he had been a child, hurt or scared, and his mother would hold him close and comfort him. The stroking didn't stop, not even when Violetta spoke again and not even when the slave woman responded. "Yes, Mistress, he'll be fine. He's stronger than everyone gives him credit for."
Once he had finally calmed down enough, the woman pulled her hand away and he knew what was coming next, but that didn't stop it from hurting. Until that point, he had managed to remain more or less silent but, as she stitched him shut, he let out faint whimpers, his hands once again clutching the bedsheet.
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 9:14 pm
Tell me, what is a human worth without a heart?She was shivering a bit as she walked around, she couldn't bare it. Sure he was the one laying there but she felt like she had caused him to go through that in the first place. The guilt was eating her up alive. Violetta swallowed as she heard the slave woman, she couldn't remember her name at the moment (she had always been horrible with names). Perhaps a drink would ease the pain. She wanted to help him but instead she was standing here like a dodo bird, not knowing what to do.
Hearing the woman's response, she nodded her head, her eyes full of concern. When she heard him, her eyes filled up with tears before she left the room suddenly. Leaning against the door once she was out of the room, she closed her eyes tightly, her fingers curling up and her hands forming into fists. She had been hoping to give him a better life and now he was lying there, in unimaginable pain. What had she done? Shaking her head, she then went down the stairs, not wanting to be able to hear him scream. Perhaps she was a coward but she was planning on going to the kitchen and finding him something that could help.
Going through one of the cabinets once she was there, she found some whiskey and then headed back up with a glass in her hands. One of the servants gave her a sideways glance but Violetta didn't pay a whole lot of attention to her. She quietly opened the door again to her room and slowly went in, closing it behind her. She didn't know if the alcohol would actually help.. but she hoped it would. Biting her lip, she placed it on her nightstand, her hands shaking slightly before she took a few steps back to give the woman some space. For mine seems to have been destroyed.
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5Bulletproof-Marshmellows
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 9:42 pm
Brandon had kept his eyes closed until the sound of the door closing reached his ears. He opened his eyes, his gaze locking on the closed door. A quick scan of what he could see of the room showed no Violetta. She must have left. He felt bad about that. She must have been blaming herself. He'd known lots of people like that, people who blamed themselves for what happened to other people even if they had no involvement. He didn't want her to blame herself. It wasn't her fault.
Closing his eyes again, he tried as much as he could to keep his breath steady but, the fact was, it hurt! He whimpered but the woman didn't stop. Good. He just wanted it to be over. The sooner, the better. When she paused, he opened his eyes. Unfortunately, that was a mistake on his part. She had merely finished with one of the cuts and was moving on to the next. He closed his eyes again. His hands were starting to ache from how tightly he was holding onto the bed covers. He could just imagine that his knuckles had probably gone white. The bed sheets were probably ruined. No doubt he'd bled on them. He felt bad about that too. They would need to be changed and washed. The stains probably wouldn't come out. If that had happened at any of his previous residences, he would have been punished, severely.
When he heard the door open again, he instinctively opened his eyes to see Violetta had returned... with a drink? He watched as she placed the shot glass on the bedside table. He recognized the drink from the color of the liquid and the smell that came from it. Whiskey. Good when there wasn't any other painkillers around. The older woman working on him paused just long enough to take the glass and allow him to down the shot. A grimace formed on his face as he lowered it back to the bed. Already he could feel a weak buzz, most likely due to the fact that he rarely drank, but it didn't make it taste any better.
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 9:52 pm
Tell me, what is a human worth without a heart?She curled up in a chair afterward, wrapping her arms around her legs that were pulled up to her chest. Her head was resting on top as she bit her lip. Violetta knew that this was going to take a while.. She didn't know if Brandon would fall asleep afterward but either way she would have to take the sheets downstairs so that they could be washed. She wasn't too worried about that.. they were only pieces of cloth.
Rubbing the back of her neck, she sighed. It seemed like the drink had helped a little bit since Brandon seemed to relax slightly. Looking away from the scene, she waited patiently though this whole situation was driving her crazy. Hopefully the slave driver would never do something like that to another slave.. another human being again.
Her fingers ran through her hair as she tugged at it, trying to find something else to focus her mind on so that she wouldn't start pacing again. The kittens. The kittens were rather quiet at the moment and she noticed that they weren't in the basket anymore. Ebony hid under the bed whenever a stranger came and she guessed that she had taught her children to do the same. For mine seems to have been destroyed.
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5Bulletproof-Marshmellows
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 1:43 pm
It seemed to take forever for all the stitches to be done but, finally, they were done. Brandon didn't move, even as the woman, whose name he still couldn't remember, washed off the blood from his back before packing everything away. His eyes flickered open before drifting shut again. He hadn't slept well the night before and, after the exertion he'd just gone through, he was exhausted. His eyelids felt like they were made of lead. But, he did not fall asleep right away. Instead, he listened as the woman walked over to Violetta and told her, "Make sure he keeps the stitches clean. He'll heal quickly enough from the wounds but not if they get infected." Infection. He knew that was the most common killer of slaves. Slaves rarely died from their wounds, but the infection that came with them.
His attention trained on the slave woman as she crossed the room again and left. Once he heard the soft click of the door shutting, he focused back on Violetta. He got the feeling that she was coping worse with this than he was. He would be fine. He'd been whipped before, several times, though it was usually when the master found out and went into a jealous rage which was odd considering that they usually had several mistresses on the side anyway.
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Posted: Fri Dec 24, 2010 9:16 pm
Tell me, what is a human worth without a heart?It was a long process.. longer than she would have thought it would have been. Hearing what the woman had to say, she nodded her head. Washing them wouldn't be that hard of a job. She doubted he would be able to do it himself though but she was willing to help.. after all she was the one that had dragged him into this mess. "Thank you." she said softly, she would have gotten up and opened the door, but her fingers were so tight on her knees that she didn't think she could move without breaking them. Even her knuckles were white.
Biting her lip, she lowered her head, hiding it from the world for the moment. She knew she had to get up and bring in clean sheets but she was trying to loosen her muscles.. so far it wasn't working very well. Sighing, she then took in a deep breath and finally moved her fingers as she slowly got up. Walking over to the bed, she gingerly gathered the bloody sheets, trying not to disturb him. "I'll be back." her voice cracked slightly even though it was low before she left the room to get clean bedding.
Violetta didn't take too long, perhaps only a few minutes, before she returned and slowly placed the sheets on the bed, trying to not lay eyes on his badly wounded back. It was horrible.. but before she had seen different scars on him.. wounds that had healed but still left a mark reminding him of his past. For mine seems to have been destroyed.
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5Bulletproof-Marshmellows
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Posted: Fri Dec 24, 2010 9:37 pm
Brandon listened to the silence that descended on the room after the slave woman had left. His eyes were closed and he felt on the verge of falling asleep but he just couldn't. The sound of his own breathing and heartbeat resounded in his ears. His daze was only broken when he heard a sigh. He left his eyes closed but listened as Violetta got up and walked over to the bed. However, when she gathered up the sheets, he opened his eyes and, as much as he could, shifted so she could get rid of them.
When she spoke, he just blinked before closing his eyes. Even if he did speak, he was too tired to. But he did notice the way her voice cracked, even though her words were quiet, almost inaudible. He wasn't sure how much time had passed; he was so tired, it felt like hours. When she finally did return, he kept his eyes closed but, again, shifted as much as he could to not hinder her work too much. He would have gotten off the bed completely but he doubted very much whether he'd even be able to sit up. He certainly wouldn't have been able to sit up on his own.
Brandon felt horrible. He really did. In his current condition, he was nothing but a burden on her. It wasn't right. Any other slave would have been left in the care of the other slaves. Aside from the fact that the Master had bought him specifically for Violetta as a companion, there was nothing special about him. He didn't deserve treatment like this. He hadn't done anything beyond his duty to her as her slave. What had he done to deserve such good, kind treatment?
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