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 Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2011 10:38 pm
Brandon watched Violetta closely, looking for any sign of what could possibly be wrong. He didn't see anything revealing in her expression other than she was upset. So, he waited for her to speak. When she did, it was of something he would never have guessed in a million years. Neil. He wouldn't have guessed it but he really should have. His mind flashed back to when he had stumbled across him and Violetta near the stream. He had seen the way he had looked at her. He had seen that look before, too many times, although less crazy. He was convinced that Neil was not quite right in the head so that certainly could have had something to do with it.
When she asked what Neil wanted from her, all he could do was sigh. He knew what the man wanted from her. He knew exactly what the man wanted from her. It was something that women had wanted -and taken- from him many times over. As she went on to needlessly describe the look in Neil's eyes, he watched her with a softened expression which only softened more when she asked what she had done to him. She hadn't done anything. This was all on Neil's part, his own delusions or whatever it was he was having. But he would make sure that Violetta never suffered at his hands. He would do everything within his power to make sure the other slave never so much as laid a hand on her.
He was sure he was stepping over some kind of boundary and, had she been anyone else, he was sure he would have been punished most severely but she just looked like she needed it. Stepping closer, he slid his hand from her shoulder, around her back to rest on the opposite shoulder while his other arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer. He rested his head on top of hers, holding her tightly but not to the point that he hurt her. He didn't want that. He didn't want her hurting. She deserved to be happy. She deserved to get everything she ever wanted. Even him? She already had his loyalty and, if he could, he would have given her his heart, his affections, should she want them. But, no matter what, he would do everything he could to make her happy.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 3:36 pm
Violetta stood their silently after that, another chill running down her spine but she did her best to shrug it off. Why was Neil like this? He had always seemed like in the years prior to.. but perhaps it was because she hadn't paid any attention to him, his eyes. What had he been thinking then? What had he wanted from her? It was obvious that he hadn't been happy when Brandon had shown up.. though she had been relieved. Neil.. why? What had happened to make him different from the rest? None of the other slaves looked at her that way.. or did they? She closed her eyes, she was thinking about this too much.
Looking up at Brandon when she felt his hand slide down and then around her back, she didn't move, letting him do as he wished. She didn't know why she always told him everything.. he was so easy to talk to.. he listened. He actually listened to her. Sure her father did the same but he rarely liked what he heard. Letting out a soft sigh, she wrapped her arms around his back, her cheek rested against him as she closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath afterward. Her eyes watered briefly but she refused to cry. She hated it.
"Thank you." she wished, her eyes opening as she looked out the window. Things always seemed so complicated. It would be nice to have something simple every once in a while. Her arms loosened slightly in case he wanted to pull away, she didn't want him to stay there if he didn't want to be there any more. Her eyes settled on the light pink cherry blossoms.. a few of the petals were floating in the gentle breeze and she wished she could be as carefree as they were.. as she once was.
((Sorry it took me so long to post here))
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5Bulletproof-Marshmellows
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 3:52 pm
Brandon closed his eyes as he felt her arms slid around his waist, her hands clasping together behind his back. She seemed so vulnerable, so weak, so small and fragile. It wasn't right. He hated the fact that she could be hurt so easily. The thought of anyone hurting her filled him with a rage that took his breath away. Forcing himself to take a deep breath, he forced himself to keep clam, for her sake. She needed him to be calm, to be strong.
When her heard her thanks, he blinked his eyes open before smiling weakly, but he did not let go. When her arms loosened, he wondered if she wanted him to let go, but she herself didn't let go, not all the way. So, he didn't let go. Instead, he turned his head so his cheek rested against the top of her head, allowing him to look out the window as well. The cheery blossoms were beautiful at that time of the year. So beautiful. So calm, drifting in the breeze, indifferent to the world. So peaceful, so lucky.
He would do anything to make Violetta happy. He hoped she knew that. He may not have been able to love her but that didn't mean he didn't feel everything else. He wanted her to be happy, never afraid or hurt, never worried. He wanted her to enjoy life and would do anything in his power to make it happen. If only he knew how.
((It's alright))
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 10:38 pm
It would be nice if they could just stay like this.. She felt safe with him, she really did. Why? She wasn't quite sure. He had brought her back to life though. She hadn't wanted anything to do with the world or anyone around her and someone he managed to change her attitude with or without meaning to. Closing her different colored eyes, taking in a deep breath. What would she do without him? Swallowing, she knew she shouldn't have let herself be so attached to him but somehow it happened without her meaning it to.
Feeling him rest his cheek against the top of her head, she smiled softly. He was kind.. and caring. She hadn't found a single bad thing in him.. sure they annoyed each other scared each other away but in the end, things went back to the way they were, or at least as close as it could get. Perhaps in a few years he would finally go out to make a family of his own. The thought was bitter sweet. She wanted him to live his life to the fullest but she also loved him. She would let him go.. if that's what he wanted. Violetta didn't want to hold him here by force, she never would.
Taking in a deep breath, her thoughts about Neil had vanished by now and she relaxed before she heard a knock on the door. Turning her head the other way, she let go of Brandon and took a step back, doubting that he would want someone to see them like that. "Come in." she said and the door opened to reveal a servant who bowed briefly before announcing that it was time for lunch. "Thank you." she told him before he left, closing the door and Violetta looked back up at Brandon. "Are you hungry?" she asked, she wasn't exactly hungry but she could eat a small snack or something along those lines and perhaps take something for the other slaves to share and eat.
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5Bulletproof-Marshmellows
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 10:57 pm
Brandon let his eyes close again, listening to the sound of her breathing as they stood there together. He so wished things could have been different. He wanted to love her the way she loved him. He wanted to feel things he hadn't in years. He wanted to want her the way a lover pines for his beloved. But he couldn't. He wanted to feel all those things but, when he tried to, he felt nothing but a slight stomach ache.
Why? What had he done that he should be denied this one chance at happiness? Had he unknowingly wronged someone as a child? Had he done something in a past life? Why did fate, the universe, God, whatever or whoever it was deem him so unfit for even a sliver of joy? For a brief moment, his grip on her tightened but he made sure it wasn't to the point that it hurt her. He would never hurt her and would do everything within his power to make sure no one ever did.
At the sound of a knock at the door, Brandon's eyes snapped open and his head jerked up. He quickly untangled himself from Violetta and took several swift steps back. As it was, he knew most of the other slaves didn't like him because he got special privileges as a companion slave. He didn't want to make things worse. But, more than that, he didn't want Violetta to get into trouble if someone walked in on them doing... whatever. Hugging. It was simply him comforting her but it could easily be taken the wrong way and reported to her father.
He watched as a servant entered only for them to pass on a message that it was time for lunch. He didn't react but his eyes followed the man until he had disappeared behind the closed door again. For some reason that he couldn't quite put his finger on, he didn't like another man -even if it was just a servant- being in her room. But that was ridiculous. The man was just a servant and Violetta could have any man she wished in her room. It was not his place to dislike it.
When she asked if he was hungry, he blinked and turned his attention to her. He paused for a moment before slowly nodding. He was hungry and he would eat, but only if she would.
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 11:19 pm
She had noticed him tighten his grip a few moments before they had broken apart.. she was curious about the reasons behind but she still didn't ask. Waiting for his response, she then locked the window so no one would come in and the kittens wouldn't accidentally open it and fall out. "Let's go then." she smiled at him before moving out of the room and to the door, opening it and leaving it open for him as she descended the stairs. She knew her father wouldn't want both of them at the main table so moving to the parlor seemed like the best decision. She didn't want to argue with him since he was already letting her take Brandon to the masquerade.. she didn't want that to blow up.
Violetta knew that Brandon's suit would be finished in a week or so and then the masquerade would be about a week after that. Invitations had been sent out to other people, though she didn't know to who since her father had taken care of that. Thankfully her ex-fiancee wouldn't be there. Ever since she had almost run away her father and him didn't get along and she hoped that it would stay that way.
Deciding to stop by the kitchen, she hoped one of the servants wouldn't mind bring a cart filled with food to the parlor but if that was the case then she would do it herself. "Good afternoon." she called out to the cook who was finishing up a salad, or at least that's what she thought it was.
"Ah, Violetta. Planning on going to the parlor again, are you?" he looked over at her briefly before continuing to cut up the green onions that he had in his hand.
"Yeah.. " she wasn't going to leave Brandon all by himself to eat and after the incident with the slave master, she didn't want him in the slave hall. "What are you making?" she asked him, sitting down on one of the stools before patting the one next to her so Brandon knew he was welcome to sit down.
"Not quite sure." he answered honestly as he then moved on to other vegetables. "I'm hoping it tastes good though." he laughed a bit. "You can be the first person to try my new recipe and you're friend can have some too." the cook said, looking over at him, grinning as usual.
He was a good-natured man and Violetta loved him. He was like the older brother that she never had or perhaps uncle. She wasn't quite sure how old he was. "Hopefully it won't be that bad." she teased him as she placed her arms on the counter.
"It won't." he started throwing in a little bit of salt before mixing it all up. "You two are welcome to eat in here if you want."] he added as he then instructed the servants to take several more dishes out.
"Do you want to?" she asked Brandon, looking over at him now.
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5Bulletproof-Marshmellows
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 10:40 pm
Brandon watched as she locked the window before leading the way out of the room. He was curious as to why she locked the window but mentally shrugged it off. Perhaps it was so none of the kittens would fall out, though cats, he'd found, were too smart to get that close to an edge. Besides, they had excellent balance and he was sure their mother would keep a close eye on them.
He followed her out of the room and down the stairs, keeping a close eye on her. The last thing he wanted was for her to faint or something and fall down the stairs. He'd heard of people dying from accidents like that and it did nothing to soothe his anxiety over her wellfare. Then again, chances were that nothing would. No matter what he did, he found himself worrying about her. It was ridiculous! She was a grown woman. She could handle herself, for the most part. And yet he knew he would never stop worrying about her.
He paused when she turned into the kitchen, both curious and confused, before following her in. He'd never been in the kitchen before so it was a novelty for him. As Violetta greeted the chef, Brandon took the opportunity to look around the room. It took him all of two seconds to spot five different knives. Shaking his head, he followed after her, bringing his focus to the chef. He seemed to be a decent enough man but he truly didn't know him at all so it was hard to judge.
When the chef asked if she was going to eat in the parlor again, he felt a twinge of guilt stir in him. If not for him, he knew she would have been eating in the dining hall with her father, where she belonged, with all the fine things in life that he would never be able to provide for her. It wasn't right. She was a lady. She shouldn't have spent all her time hanging around with a slave, even if he was purchased purely to be her companion. She should have friends of her own class. Hopefully she would make some at the masquerade.
He stood back and listened as the two talked, raising one eyebrow when the chef admitted that he didn't know what he was making. That was slightly worrisome. If he didn't know what he was making, how did he know it would be safe to give to others? But then he pushed the thought away. That was ridiculous. The chef knew what was going in the food so he would know if something was dangerous or not. Most likely, he was just trying to come up with a new dish.
He clasped his hands together behind his back, watching the man move from one thing to another. When the chef referred to him as Violetta's friend and sent a grin at him, he shifted but didn't otherwise react. Was he her friend? He certainly hoped so but he couldn't be sure. Where did his loyalty to his mistress end and friendship start? Of course, in society's eyes, they could never be friends.
When Violetta asked him if he wanted to eat in there, he thought for a moment before shrugging. He didn't care either way. It was completely up to her.
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 10:33 pm
When Brandon shrugged, she then nodded her head to the cook as he took out a giant piece of smoked ham and began cutting it up into small cubes. "Yeah." it would be easier that way as well.. nothing would have to be carried into the parlor and nothing would have to be carried out. Looking around briefly, she guessed that they could sit at one of the small empty tables.
"Go ahead and get the dishes and silverware then." he told her and she got up, doing as instructed since he was busy mixing everything up, he even cut up some boiled eggs and threw them into the salad. "Would you like to try some?" he asked Brandon, getting out a spoon and handing it to him.
"I thought I was going to be the first one to try it." she teased a bit, not really caring if she was or not, after all everything the cook made could be eaten. Getting out two dishes, she then went over and placed them on the table before going back over to the cupboards to find the silverware as well. She made a few small trips before she was fine with the way it looked. During that time the cook had already managed to ask Brandon if it needed more salt, or perhaps some pepper would do the trick and if it tasted good.
Smiling a bit, she then went over and got a little bit of everything onto small plates before setting them out on the table as well so she and Brandon would have enough to eat. She loved being in the kitchen. It was probably her second most favorite place, her favorite already being the garden. The cook loved to talk a lot and was always doing something and he even let her help a couple of times. Besides taking care of the animals and cleaning her room, she couldn't do any work because the servants did it first but the cook let her do as she pleased as long as she didn't explode the kitchen.
Closing her eyes briefly, she sat down in one of the seats that was at the table and waited for Brandon to come over when the cook finally let him free. She hoped Brandon didn't mind his company, the cook did ask a lot of questions and they were all yes and no type but still.. if one wasn't used to him, they could get annoyed in a matter of seconds.
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5Bulletproof-Marshmellows
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 2:15 pm
Brandon's gaze shifted from Violetta to the chef and he watched as the man diced up a piece of ham. In his younger years, when he'd still be at home with his parents, he had sometimes wandered into the kitchen and would spend hours simply watching his mother cook. It had always amazed him how food could go from raw, dirty, bland things to the delicious stuff he put in his mouth every day. It seemed that amazement hadn't left him after all those years. Good to know.
He was pulled out of his thoughts at an instruction but it took him a moment to realize that it was not directed at him. Blinking, he watched as Violetta grabbed some dishes and cutlery, carrying it over to one of the small tables that lined the room. However, his attention quickly shifted back to what the chef was doing. His eyes followed the egg as it was cut up before being dropped into the salad but when the chef addressed him, he glanced at the man's face, feeling his muscles tense up. He didn't like drawing attention to himself.
When he registered the man's question, he didn't get the chance to either shake or nod his head before the spoon was shoved into his grasp. At first, he didn't move and, when he did, it was only to look at Violetta when she spoke. He didn't pick up on her teasing tone for a few seconds so he became even more tense before relaxing again. If it wasn't obvious, he didn't really enjoy interacting with people. To be completely honest, he had preferred the tailor to the chef, simply because the tailor didn't ask him questions and simply told him what to do. That only reinforced his thinking that he would never be able to live on his own, without someone there to tell him what to do.
Hesitantly, Brandon tried some of the salad, all the while aware of Violetta moving back and forth across the kitchen. When the chef started asking him questions, he simply looked at him before shrugging. It was hard for him to judge. For a long time, all he'd eaten was the slop that the slaves were fed so anything better than that tasted amazing to him, even if others thought it needed something more.
When he noticed Violetta waiting for him, it didn't take him long at all to leave the chef in favor of her company. She didn't talk much and, when she did, he didn't think she really expected him to answer her. Even when she did, it was simple enough. A shrug or movement of the head usually satisfied her. The chef was more talkative. He didn't mind listening to people talk but it made him uncomfortable for some reason he couldn't understand when they asked his opinion.
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 11:25 pm
((I'm so glad that neither of our roleplays got deleted >.< ))
Making sure that there was enough silverware, she then sat there quietly, looking over at the cook who was question Brandon but it seemed like he wasn't going to have that much luck. Well, she should have expected something like that but she wouldn't let herself be disappointed by it. Closing her eyes for a moment, she thought about telling the chef to back off for now since he could get carried away but when she opened her eyes and began to speak she saw that Brandon was already walking over to her.
Smiling a bit, she then began to fill her plate with a bit of food that was placed in bowls and plates in the center of the table. She wasn't too hungry but she still wouldn't mind having a good meal at the moment. At one point she barely ate anything. She had lived off of water and some occasional berries or random substance that was brought up to her. Taking a small sip of the glass of water that she had poured herself, she didn't really want anything else, she then stuck her fork into a piece of chicken before bringing it into her mouth and chewing it delicately.
Swallowing afterward, she glanced at him, wondering what was on his mind. She was in a rather cheerful mood, she usually was after being in the kitchen for a few minutes, she couldn't help it. The cook rubbed off on her. Bringing some more food into her mouth, she then stared off into the distance, not that the wall was so far away, and thought about the upcoming masquerade. His suit was going to be done in a few days and her dress was already sewn. Masks wouldn't be that hard to make and she figured they could do that after they ate unless Brandon wanted to write in his new journal she would let him do that then and just gather supplies and dye.
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5Bulletproof-Marshmellows
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 11:26 pm
Brandon took the seat opposite Violetta, watching as she filled her plate with food. He did notice that it wasn't as much as she should have had, in his opinion, but it was better than nothing. When she had finished filling her plate, he did the same, making sure not to take any more than she had. If she wasn't going to eat enough, than neither would he. It seemed to be the only way to ensure that she actually did eat enough. He told himself he was doing it for her good, which was the only reason he managed to stop himself from taking more of that delicious food that smelled so Heavenly compared to what he had lived off for the past years.
He waited until she had started to eat before starting his own meal. It was only proper, after all, that she start eating before him.For someone had spent their entire life as poor, then a property, he sure did know a lot about the manners and expectations of the rich. Of course, all of his previous owners had been rich, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to afford him.
When she looked at him, Brandon could feel her eyes on him. It was a habit he'd picked up long ago. He had often waited on people and, unless one could know when they were being looked at if they happened to be looking in the other direction, they could miss a summon completely, which always ended in some kind of punishment. But, the feeling quickly passed and by the time he looked up from his plate, she was staring at the wall. He followed her line of sight before looking back at her and raising an eyebrow. He could understand if she were staring out a window but a wall was not exactly the most interesting thing in the world to look at.
Mentally shrugging, he went back to his meal. The food was absolutely amazing, reminding him off all the meals he'd been forced to sit back and watch his masters and their family and friends eat. Oh how often he had been tempted to slip scraps when cleaning up afterward but he'd heard of another slave who'd done so and had been punished most severely for it. It wasn't worth the risk.
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