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 Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 10:32 pm
 ☆Contents☆
Random times of day and nights with Dorian as she "trains" Martin.
☆Credits☆
Dorian- Mariana Saravan
Martin - BanetheBone
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2011 2:40 am
How sad it is... Martin Chris Hearthon 
Kingdom: Avarice
Occupation/Class: Willing Servant of Dorian
Location:Medical Study
Martin eyed his load of clothes carefully, wishing to cause as little disturbance to the garments. After all he didn't know the name of every fabric or article, but he knew whose was whose. And that the condition of their return could not only be interpretted on his thoughts of the task, but the thoughts of the wearer of each garment. He had folded them in condescending order so that Damien's clothing lay on the bottem, followed by a set of his clothing. And resting aloft the stack was Dorian's clothing, with any undergarments lying invisible to the naked eye.
As Martin approached the door, his prior conversation with Dorian flashed through his mind. She had given him a list of things to do. And finished it with a suggestful comment, that when it was complete she would be waiting for him.... Now came a moment where hopefulness and hunger painted a picture in the mind of Martin...And so began his mind walk.
(This is just what he imagines)
He entered, though the room was dark he could see a light eminatting from the bedroom. Wavering and soft, it lured him slowly to the room. Before going down the hallway, Martin placed the clothing in a chair tenderly, but with less care than he had shown while bringing them to the chamber.
He entered the room and there was little doubt in his mind, of what lay before him. He crossed the room with a mixture of speed and urgency. Falling upon his predator, skipping several steps in the process of feeding. Martin practically ripping Dorian's few articles of cloathing free from her body...then something felt wrong, he could feel his skin going cold.
He could not stop, but his body cried out for it...and just as quickly as it had started the moment was gone, and so was he! ~How can I be dead?~
(This is what actually happens)
Martin shook his head, awaking from his distraction, and opening the door to the chamber, carefully as to not seem hasty or reckless. There was a shimmering light again, but it was before him, in the sitting room. And sitting there, reading and waiting. He wasn't sure, but he thought he saw her eyes look at him as he entered. He didn't hesistate after closing the door, in a similar way to how he had opened it, to put away the clothing. He proceeded down the hallway to the closet, putting away each article carefully and slowly. As he returned he bowed his head in respect and waited to be acknowledged. that we rarely know what we have, till it is gone.
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2011 3:23 am
 There was almost something completely amusing and wrong at the same time about reading a tale from a Courtesan who moved from Justice to Avarice and had to learn the different "rules". Amusing because the book pointed out many things that Dorian thought only normal..and disturbing because an image of her father had been illustrated in words. Granted as the writer kept things so very discrete, things tended to skirt around more about the interactions that kept her successful in a public eye stand point...but it was still not a book one would generally find an unmarried woman reading. Even in Avarice. And it was not a well known book - there were very few people who could mass produce the words of a woman's life for the entertainment of others.
Still, despite how interesting the book was to her something more caught her attention. A very vivid signal. A spike, quite high and quite thought provoking. It lit an inner fire in her that she had done well to squash as much as she had. And the only person she knew that should be heading her way with such turbulent energy was Martin. But then that spike seemed to become tainted feeling, washing over her like cold pin pricks. Arousal turned to pain...
Wild blue eyes narrowed as she tried to push the idea from her head. There was no one else around him spiking energy...at least not heading towards her to the point she'd be able to feel them too. It wasn't an outside source...which meant that something had been dysfunctional with the idea. Or he induced pain to deride himself of such thoughts - she'd heard many a maiden that did that with something around their thighs...funny for a man to seek to do it.
She relaxed lightly, letting the light and sound of the fire to her right lull her back into the languid state she'd previously been in while sitting on her sofa. Her uncovered feet were tucked underneath her, creating just the slightest plume of the last few layers of skirts that she'd left on. By the time she'd heard the door start to open she'd just started another page. Besides, she needed have looked completely up to know exactly who it was. He still reeked of latent thoughts pain - the later she could live without. Especially since he was tainting what generally was a delectable instinct of a taste with it...
Still, she said nothing and merely finished the page before she sat the book down. She didn't move from her naturally neat position nor did she rush to put on a thickened robe. Dorian wasn't one to have many servants and she found that female servants generally had to be replaced very often. She'd thought of maybe eliminating the risk of scandal with a Eunuch as a compromise...but half of her had immediately revolted at that. There was always a dull sense of pain etched into them that completely turned her stomach - they were scared far worse to her senses than close to anything else.
But that was not the matter at hand, no, actually, the matter at hand was the fact that she had tasted pain from him. Regardless of the fact that she understood were the beginning arousal had come from (he had, after all, placed undergarments that fit her closely enough to give imagery to the mind on the top of the pile when he'd come in with all their clothing)...she didn't know where the trace of pain had sprouted from.
And as he stepped in, she found herself eying him - trying to see a deformation she possibly hadn't before. Had he been previously injured so when such thoughts arouse pain soon followed? But he was well dressed and unlike her current state, his clothing was made thick enough to the eye to disguise the curves of a natural body. She could derive nothing from him...so Dorian merely stared in analytical thoughts for a few minutes...
...she had been meaning to start teaching him the differences expected between her father and herself as well as get acquainted with how trained he would be given the situation they were in. But the idea of tasting the hateful repugnant impression of pain kept her from that. How many times was this boy going to lead her to believe he was ill in less than obvious ways?
"All clothing accounted for?" Dorian asked, her voice slipping at out her as though dripping honey. "Nothing...out of the ordinary occurred during this trip of yours?"
Perhaps she was more direct with her servants but she found it best to know what was happening under ones house...especially considering recent events above all else. And her house had been, for the time, diminished to what property she owned while in Veritas. That would be rectified in time and she would sit her position without question. But for now...
"Do sit down, the day must have been taxing on your body," she made no obvious sign for him to take the seat next to her but considering the fact that it was the only place left to sit she did not exclude it either. "Tell me - How did you find the chores of the day? A better reprieve than idle hands?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2011 4:19 am
How sad it is... Martin Chris Hearthon
Kingdom: Avarice
Occupation/Class: Willing Servant of Dorian
Location:Medical Study
Martin appreciated the sentiment as a look of care or empathy seemed to cross his patron's face. Compassion was a rare commodity in masters, usually found in higher class servant owners.
As Dorian spoke a soothing force seemed to wash over Martin soothing an emotion, but not extinquishing it. She had given him an exact number of clothes, and he had that number. As for the out of the ordinarym he wasn't sure. Day dreams happen all the time, not usually ending in the death of the person involved...the thought gave Martin an empty feeling, and causing him to shiver. After such give aways as shivers, he knew it was something worth saying at least.
"All clothing put away and accounted for. As for the out of the ordinary, there was something. Have you ever had a day dream in which you died"
Something in that dream had terrified him...was it what she had become, or was it his power failing him? He couldn't seperate them from the dream. So he shook his head, sighed, and sat down next to Dorian as asked.
It was emotionally taxing that was for sure. His body was still ready for more.
"The chores were familiar, and enjoyable...though I feel I could have improved on some parts. And I am very grateful to have something to do. No hallways were destroyed because of me!" that we rarely know what we have, till it is gone.
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2011 4:35 am
Dorian nodded indulgently as he'd made a comment about destroying hallways. Technically that hadn't been him whom had destroyed an area so near her own room - that had been Tao. But in a sense it had to have been because Martin couldn't yet control his nearly endless energy. Which...Dorian mused lightly...she didn't know if that was a blessing or a curse. Such energy, such a very rare gift (the likes of which she had never previously seen) could be harnessed for great good or bad.
It was no wonder her father had gotten intrigued with him, despite how much she did not agree with his ideals she could agree he usually had a fine eye. Though he probably hadn't been thinking with his eye...but that was an area of thought that Dorian simply was not going to take.
"It is good that such a thing has not happened again," she made the comment as she turned her torso as to give him a bit of attention, plus it was drastically more comfortable that way. "But it would seem not enough if your mind still has such energy enough to bombard you with such unhappy thoughts.'
Especially since that was contradicting what she knew had been felt. Still...he was bouncing back - less bitterness if that was the correct word to use to describe what had laced him as a sign of pain. But it was almost like it hadn't been physical pain which was supported by the dreams of death she supposed.
"There are many ways in which one can cease to be - to die. Everyone must encounter a slow death from the point of their childhood to be considered an adult. The fear is not of death...but when death can cease to affect you any longer."
Her legs moved slowly to where she could sit, knees lightly bent so her feet could touch the ground at such an angle as she spoke. One side of her presented under dress did shift off of her shoulder to rest clearly below normal standards - being held up but justly so from the well fitting cream colored cinch she had on. Still, the position did seem to give a more thoughtful air and put some illusion of modesty space between their legs.
"In what manner did this fear spark from?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2011 4:56 am
How sad it is... Martin Chris Hearthon
Kingdom: Avarice
Occupation/Class: Willing Servant of Dorian
Location:Medical Study
As Dorian continued talking he had little to add to her words, until she got to questioning the fear of the death, and the source was before him. Was it a surprise he feared failure, or maybe causing something terrible to come from a woman, that was at this moment trying to comfort him. No these fears were reasonable, as far as he could tell.
Martin knew that silence would be rude, so the truth had to sufice.
"I have few fears, and this is not one I expected. But..."telling someone they scared him, was not something Martin would get right in one attempt. "I dreamed you were deeply fufilling your hunger and my power failed me, and I felt myself become nothing. I can't rid myself of the question, how can I rely on something I can't control?" that we rarely know what we have, till it is gone.
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2011 5:09 am
Mentally Dorian had to correct him though she never said it aloud - fulfilling her type of hunger would never happen as it could merely be sated. And the older she got, the harder it was to sate the beast the gifted her with so many things as well as took from her. Her life, this hunger, was her slow death.
"You do not - trusting something that you can not affect in some way is how men loose their minds and body. Simply if one were to try you could learn such control at your own pace...if not, it will end up controlling you."
And despite how apt she could appear in public with her own actions, there were days when all she could do was curl up in bed and let the pain of hunger gnaw at her until she slipped into the dream world, an option that was not as appealing as one may think.
"If you have such a fear then perhaps that is what you should take heed of. The only comfort I can give you is that I am not yet ready to shed the mortal coil.'
There was a wry smile to her lips as she looked over him, as though laughing at some joke that had yet to be told. Almost humorless but at the same time it was enough to hold one's attention to the words that were left unsaid.
She leaned forward just a little, the thin shift sliding over her cinch as it gaped open - a mark of Avarice fashion for such light shifts - leaving the work of keeping her decent to public's eye up to the cinch. She stood up before turning to him, the sight of an under or rather half dressed lady presented instead in the place of one who had been relaxing in her own room prior.
"Is it a balm to your fears if I promise, in my right state of mind, that I take nothing but what you are willing to offer in the ways of your servitude?"
She made no claims to if hunger took over all her thoughts, like the day it had in the catacombs.
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2011 5:26 am
How sad it is... Martin Chris Hearthon
Kingdom: Avarice
Occupation/Class: Willing Servant of Dorian
Location:Medical Study
As Dorian enlightened Martin to a wisdom he was gracious to receive. After all those times where his power had made him look the fool, her words seemed to hold truth. He had managed to piece a couple bits of his means of control together. He had been supressing his emotions and his heart rate...What if he picked up meditation, the art of achieving balance of the mind and body, ironically he heard it from a mistress in the harem. The idea sounded far fetched at the time, though from experience the tree might just bear fruit. Movement pulled Martin from his thought, and he could tell why, his emotions stirred as she changed posture...
"It soothes one fear, but what I am willing to give in the ways of my servitude, is all that I have...for when I devote myself to the service, I devote myself to the serviced."
Martin adjusted to a welcoming posture if she would see the words through. But he had been teased and tortured to teach patience in servitude, so he did not take the advantage.... that we rarely know what we have, till it is gone.
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2011 5:39 am
"Loyalty can be a hard cross to carry," Dorian warned as he made himself oh so very comfortable on the sofa.
For a moment, she stood there at what would seem as an impasse. She was unused to figuring out just what needed to be done - usually there was always such an open answer. He confessed to fearing an event if his gifts weren't enough or failed on him and yet he bared his belly for her fangs in a way. And despite claims made otherwise, Dorian did not often take the bite. Or at least...she never used to. Apples had never held such a temptation before as they had started to now one could say.
Besides she hadn't yet made him accustomed to the ways she preferred. And the reward she had for him was the balance of energy he sought. If she made the balance too easy to obtain he would not work so hard towards it. Or, at least, that's how Dorian reasoned with herself on her next action.
"Have you eaten?"
She hadn't, but that's a whole other story. She moved with less restricted motions than those that came during the time of day. The young heiress stopped only when she'd reached the arch that lead to her bedroom.
"If you hurry to the kitchen, I am sure you could find something for yourself if you are still wanting of food." There had been no need to turn her eyes back to him, she knew she had his attention.
"If hunger is not what calls you, perhaps sleep? Or if you want another small task to do there is sorting for the morn that can be done tonight."
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2011 6:08 am
How sad it is... Martin Chris Hearthon
Kingdom: Avarice
Occupation/Class: Willing Servant of Dorian
Location:Medical Study
As Dorian had seemed so ready to dig in, Martin could feel something else in her intent. Had she hesitated, if so only slightly...though something was better than nothing. Her words on hunger only drove his mind deeper to a urge derived of wanting. Something he would go without...for now. Though maybe he would be forced to practice that meditation thing. But first the work, then the meditation, and possible sleep. Hopefully no longer involving emotionally disturbing matters.
"I don't think you have realized this, but I don't really require nourishment. I need not rest..."he paused contemplating sleeping in the same room as her. It had more appeal to it, than working but he wasn't sure he would find sleep."...though that may be a result of many missing opportunities. I am not tired, but will see what results from the additional work....and something else I might try. I wish you a sweet sleep, my princess." Martin bowed and watched her go to bed, before begining his work. that we rarely know what we have, till it is gone.
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 11:41 pm
Dorian cocked an eyebrow when Martin admitted to not needing food. Well, that was a handy trick. Even she sometimes ate...something or gave into the need to. It wasn't as often, given, but happened more often when she was low on energy. Which meant she ate more than her father who she'd never seen need to eat...but Martin wasn't her father. And the idea that a human didn't need to eat was just a little amusing and interesting.
The idea that he didn't sleep or need the rest did fit though. Possibilities...possibilities...ones she was not going to take up - or try not to for a while. She was not going to correct him on his assumption of her sleep. Not yet. He'd learn about the cycle soon enough - even if it wasn't from a personal visit he'd eventually put two and two together.
"Try to find something to gentle tastes for tomorrow," Dorian spoke up as she trailed over to where she normally undressed. "Not as confining as the fashion favored in Justice."
As she stood there, a few layers of the skirts were untied from the cinch that was still on. The loose material of her shift seemed almost to be an aura around her body as the outline of hips became apparent. She didn't even give thought to the fact that she'd just removed such without checking to see if Martin had left nor the fact that she'd started on the side ties of the stiffed bodice area.
And the notion that she'd called for Damon to come undo the back and offer a warm body in bed for the night - though nothing on the physical plane would come from her part through the time spent in bed. Within minutes of laying down on the bed next to Damon she slipped into the world of dreams - feeding time in the comfort of a warm beating heart. ~~~~~~~~~~ End scene 1
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 8:58 am
How sad it is... Martin Chris Hearthon
Kingdom: Avarice
Occupation/Class: Willing Servant of Dorian
Location:Medical Study
As Dorian showed some indication of interest to his remark of the lack of a need for sleep or nurishment...he couldn't help but wonder if she could relate personally. He did know her body worked best after receiving energy from a host. But did she eat, or at times need to. His thoughts quickly flashed back to the catacombs. He could actually feel her hunger at that time...but could she have eaten something, or would that action have drained her further? If he was meant to find out more, she would be the one to inform him.
Martin listened as Dorian gave him a task he found of importance. And to add to it he was given the freedom of choice. Though part of him knew that it was only another way to test him. He had done similiar tasks for the fellow patrons of the harem, in which he had done a lot of growing. He had learned basic dress out of inquisitiveness and small talk with the other courtesans. The results of this test would likely either strengthen his faith in his abilities or cause him to work harder. Either way he felt it was win and or win.
"As you wish, Miss Dorian." Martin bowed and watched her go to bed, before begining his work. Though watching as she became even less fit for public setting did seem to entice his desires. Though work always had a way of over-riding all other thought, and in someways even emotions.
Martin journeyed back to the closet and eyed Dorian's clothing carefully, and yes it was a beautiful collection...He layed out, pictured the final product, and put away about three selections of clothes, before deciding on ____________(will insert something later) He smoothed out the cloothing and left it sitting across a chair, infront of him in the sitting area.
(End of post for now...will add more when we have more details worked out.) that we rarely know what we have, till it is gone.
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