a world like no other (shaun)

[BRIELLE AMARI ROANIA]

Brielle quickly made her way back into Shaun's room, apparently and thankfully unnoticed. Every so often she could sneak out into the Atra's great library and that was where she had been for the past hour or so. Most of the literature in the fae's library was in a language she couldn't understand or read, but there were a few books that explored and dabbled in the history of the magical creatures. Even though she was a slave to the race she was still fascinated with it all. She had no clue that such magic even existed, though she certainly didn't doubt it, especially not now. She wanted to read up on the creatures who had kidnapped her and was keeping her captive, she actually hoping the books would hold a clue to her escaping. She had made several attempts at first but she was bound to Shaun. But she knew there was a way and one day she would find out.

She remembered the day she was taken quite clearly. It played in her mind over and over. It was about 2am in the morning and she was doing some research on the park and things that went bump in the night. There just wasn't something right about the place and she had wanted to get to the bottom of things. Little did she know that she would be captive to the very thing she was trying to figure out. She remembered the strong hand around her mouth, she struggling for freedom, and then blacking out. She remembered waking up in a dungeon like area, food near her and a large and menacing man standing over her. The grin on his face would be implanted in her mind forever. She knew she had already eaten some of the food, though she didn't exactly remember when, but she was made to eat more. She knew when she looked up at him her face held fear and shock, but she did remember that she didn't say a word to him, not at first.

Brielle shook her head as she came back to reality from the memory, looking around the room. It was a bit messy and very obvious that she hadn't been in there to clean it up, and she knew she had to work quickly before Shaun got there or she would be in serious trouble. She sighed and ran her hand through her hair, grumbling a bit. She had half the mind to tell him he needed to pick up his own clothes when he got back to the room. She wondered what he was doing and actually hoped he would continue doing it and leave her alone. The last few hours had been like bliss but she knew it would all end soon.

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[SHAUN MITCHEL DAMON]

*- -Shaun was a man with very little patience, as he always had been. Ever since he was a child. That was why he had been kicked out of his house at the tender age of sixteen- he lost his temper often, and when Shaun lost his temper things got violent. He had been being rather lazy today, sleeping in later than he should have even though he thrw he was supposed to be going to training. He got up eventually, they could just fucking wait. He would be there on his own goddamn time, and if they had a problem, he would set them straight. He was a little late by the time he dragged on all his heavy armor, but was still down there, sword in hand, by the time any sparring actually began. Shaun loved sparring. A chance for him to be violent. he did relish in others pain, and was frequently more vicious and contact than he really needed to be. Most people clashed swords lightly in sparring-- Shaun scrapped. He swung his sword as hard as he could, used his fists and fought dirty when he needed to. he knew what he was doing when it came to fighting.

*- -He had fought hard, drawn blood and been nicked in a few places, but nothing serious. He hadn't been out long, but he figured he would come back and shower. He hated feeling disgusting. He had banged open the door, and yelled for his slave. Recieving no answer put him in an immediately sour mood. Where the fuck was she? Either way, he didn't feel like hunting her down. She would get hers later. He found a shower, washing away the sweat and lingering gore from the spar. Towelling off, he dragged on the street clothes he wore everyday. he didn't really buy into that whole mideival court thing, honestly. He dressed like any fucking motal would, not in some pansy-ass tights. That was fucking weird, in his opinion. No, he opted for a pair of jeans, a black teeshirt, some aviators and a cap spun around backwards. Running his tongue over the metal in his mouth, he yanked his belt through the loops and fastened it, wandering into the main room of his chambers. He was annoyed already, and that was never a good thing, especially this early in the day. When Shaun was pissed off, somebody usually ended up paying for it.

*- -He sat heavily on the edge of the bed, looking around in his pocket for something to smoke. When he found the hand-rolled white joint, he smirked to himself. Fucking yes, maybe now he wouldn't feel so inclined to beat that little brat's ass when she actually came back from wherever the fuck she had been. Leaning back onto the pillows, he lit the joint and took a long drag, blowing out a plume of smoke. Better. He was still fucking furious, but he was a bit better. He, of course, remembered the capture of his slave well. After all. in the grand scheme of his years it hadn't actually been all that long away. Dumbass girl shouldn't have been there at such a time in the first place. She was begging for capture. besides, she was a pretty little thing and he wanted her-- and Shaun always got what he wanted. If it wasn't handed to him, he took it. He always won. He could be downright vicious if provoked, and he didn't see it as a bad thing at all.


*- -Sighing, he growled a little, expelling another puff of smoke. He was growing more annoyed by the moment, and if she didn't come home soon, he was going to have to go and look for her, and then he would really be teed off. He adjusted his hat, shoving his sunglasses further up his nose. Blowing out the last smoke ring, he tossed the roach into the ashtray at the bedside. He got up, stretching out his broad shoulders with a lazy yawn. The herb always made him want to nap, but he didn't have time for that shit right now. He cracked his back, turned to the door with an annoyed mumble to himself. First, he had to take a piss. Leaving the door to the bathroom open, he unhitched his belt, and was mid-stream when he heard the front door shut. he made no move to shut the door. After all, he always left it open when he pissed and she had probably seen him naked a hundred times, it didn't bother him any. He finished, shook and then zipped up, leaving his belt buckle undone as he leaned on the doorframe, eyeing the girl who had apparently just walked in the door. "Where the fuck have you been?" He asked her, glaring through his sunglasses.

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notes, OF COURSE SHAUN'S MUSE WOULD TAKE A PISS MID POST.

[BRIELLE AMARI ROANIA]

Brielle practically jumped out of her own skin as she heard a voice, she whipping around to face a very agitated looking Shaun. "You scared me." she said in a low tone, seeing him standing in the bathroom door with a very agitated look on his face. She realized she missed him when she walked in, big time obviously. She really had to be more careful when she went out on her outings. She needed to pay more attention and get her head out of the clouds. She was smarter than that in so many ways. She sighed with a bit of annoyance in her breath though she was careful to hide it. She knew that her "master" was probably incredibly pissed at her for not staying in the room but she was in a certain mood herself. Defiant maybe? Brave? She didn't know but she was feeling a little more feisty than usual.

"I um." she stumbled over her words a bit, trying to think of a good lie. She was afraid if she told him the truth or he found out that she had been going to the library he would find some way to take yet another thing away from her. She couldn't let that happen. For some reason the library always made her feel a little better. The books were brilliant, even if she couldn't read them. Just looking at the ancient text made her want to know more about her captors. And she knew one of those books held the secret to her escape. "I wasn't anywhere in particular, I was just out of the room." she lied, her voice steady as she looked at him. "I just needed to get out for a few moments thats all." she said with just a tiny hint of a smile on her face. She needed to quickly get the attention off of her, she didn't like that glare he was giving her. "How was your sparring?" she asked. She didn't actually care, she thought it was a bit brute like really. But that was how Shaun was. He was a big brute. With a bit of violent temper and bad attitude added to the mixture.

"I should probably get to this mess." she nodded, but she didn't move. It wasn't that she was exactly waiting for his permission, it was more like she was waiting for him to confirm her excuse and let her be on her way.

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[SHAUN MITCHEL DAMON]

*- -He yawned, eyeing the girl with irritation. He was tired, would honestly prefer to just take a little nap. But now that she was here, he was all annoyed and didn't want to sleep while she fucking buzzed around. He wished she just did what he told her to. Shaun hadn't given her permission to go out, and therefore she should be right here where he left her until he decided to let her out. It annoyed him that she was being all sassy, and clealy lying to him about where she had been. He wasn't an idiot. Absently, he fiddled with the buckle on his belt, eyeing her as she moved. He was tempted to handle her now, show her who was boss-- but that required energy. He was too stoned and plain old lazy to handle her right now. Not bothering with doing his belt back up, he crossed his arms accross his thick chest, watching her with a rather large scowl plastered across his face. He was not happy at all. When she mentioned that he'd scared her, a self-satisfied smirk moved across his face. "Don't I always?" He asked, voice drawling.

*- -In all honesty, Shaun seriously enjoyed the fact that he was big. He stood at around 6'3, and was built like a truck from all the time he spent sparring and working out. He used his size and power to intimidate, and almost wanted Brielle to be afraid of him. Afraid enough that she listened to him, anyways. His temper was bad, and that was something he was aware of. It got the better of him, especially when his slave was being insolent or irritating. He expected obedience. He wasn't above hitting her, either. When his temper got the better of him, he usually started off yelling, making threats to slap her around or hit her so hard she'd be lucky to sit anytime in the next two weeks. He had hit her before, when she pushed him to it. He had felt a bit bad about it after...but not that bad. Mostly he just felt like she had pushed him and she deserved it. Most of his hitting ended up being on her ass, anyways. He fit it under the guise of punishment, but really it was just because he thought she had a nice ass. And if he was going to smack her, it may as well be on that fantastic ass of hers.

*- -He was very aware that she was lying. He wasn't an idiot. People told him when his slave was wandering around outside when she shouldn't be. He growled a little, striding a couple of steps towards her to tower over her. His eyebrows pulled together and he looked down at the smaller girl. "Don't even try and pull that bullshit with me," He said. He didn't think he was overly strict with her-- Yeah, he could be mean and bossy, he was nasty to her for no apparent reason sometimes and he hit her when she was being irritating. But he always just thought that he could be meaner to her if he tried. She just got on his last nerve when she was being insolent. Nobody challenged his position and got away with it. "I know what you're up to. Stay fucking here unless I tell you you can go," He growled, shoving his aviators further up the bridge of his nose to hide his dialated pupils. Yes, his temper really was set off by the smallest of things, and lying happened to be one.

*- -backed off a little bit, patting his pockets for another joint. "Sparring was fine. Kicked some ass." He said absentmindedly, apparently distracted from his previous anger. He was distracted, and it had simmered down a little even in the mere moments it had been since he had been yelling at her. His belt remained undone and he laid on his back on the bed, making sure she was in clear sight. He didn't feel like going out, especially not right now when he was stoned and chilled out. He would be going for drinks with Kyo and Apollo and whatever the fuck his slavegirl's name was later, anyways. He planned on dragging Brielle out with him, given that she didn't give him a reason to be pissed off. he flicked his lighter, watching the flame pick up and die again. When she spoke, he turned his head to her, sucking on the ring through his lip. "Yeah. You should have cleaned it up before you went wandering off without permission," he said, giving her another frowny look. He wasn't pleased. No, not in the least. And when Shaun was really displeased, somebody tended to pay fot it.

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notes, psh, he's a perv, he just wants an excuse to slap her ass ;D

[BRIELLE AMARI ROANIA]

Brielle saw that smirk play across his face as he spoke of her fearing him. But the statement wasn't exactly untrue. There were times when Shaun's anger got the best of him and he truly did scare Brielle. He was a violent person at times and his temper could be even more violent when he was pushed to the edge. She didn't always help situations with her constant defiance, she knew this of course, but sometimes she didn't care. This was one of those times where she wasn't scared of him. She had watched and learned his ways and very often she knew his behaviors. Right now she knew he really didn't feel like dealing with her and really didn't have the energy to bother himself with her. Or atleast she hoped.

For a moment she thought she was proven wrong when he suddenly advanced on her, she taking a small step back and taking a deep breath, her honey eyes looking up at him, a tiny amount of fear flickering in them. He was a big man, much taller and bigger than she was and it was like a giant towering over a villager. But more than the fear of him towering over her, the fear of his words were greater. When he said he knew what she was up to she was afraid she wouldn't be able to continue to do it, that he actually did know where she was going when she wasn't around. As much as she wanted to say something snappy back at him, she refrained, letting out the deep breath and nodding her head lightly as she looked down at the ground in an obedient way. "Yes, of course, whatever you say. she said softly, not looking back up until he backed up.

"Mmm yes, of course you did." she said, referring to him of course kicking ass while sparring. She wasn't surprised but did he have to be so arrogant about it. She figured he was the type that wouldn't give the other person a chance and probably didn't go easy on them either. She kept a close eye on him as he made his way to his bed, she taking a sigh of relief. She was clearly off the hook and had escaped a potential ugly situation. She bent down and started to pick up his dirty clothes, wishing he could at times be a bit more neat. Why did he have to throw things around with no regards to where they landed and the fact that she would have to pick it up. Another thing she always wondered was why he wore mortal type clothes. She rarely saw any of the other fae around the are in jeans and t-shirts. She herself wasn't even permitted to where the pants she used to so many times. She was dressed in a simple gown like dress, it tight around her curves and flowing to the ground. It was certainly not fancy like she had seen the ladies of the courts wearing. She didn't mind too much, but sometimes it got in the way of her working.

She continued to gather his clothes, she giving him an irritated look to match his frown as he said she should have stayed in the room but she nodded and sighed. "Of course, you're right.. She watched him light up yet another joint and she fought back the urge to roll her eyes. The man was always smoking something of some sort. She didn't know how he actually did anything of intelligence when he was always high."Must you always smoke those things. Brielle muttered under her breath, turning her back to him.


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notes, heh sorry for stealing your red word idea, I like it though it does make it easier to read the words, and mwha slap away!

[SHAUN MITCHEL DAMON]

*- -He rather enjoyed the fact that Brielle found him frightening at times. he did it on purpose, he liked for her to be afraid. he figured that if she had a good, healthy fear of her master she would just obey him, therefore giving him little reason to be excessively harsh with her. He liked her to recognize that he was in charge, and what he said goes-- end of story. He didnt have the energy to go and track her down when she misbehaved and went wandering off. Of course, he did find her fiestiness rather refreshing sometimes, when he was looking for it. It was why he hadn't sold her off to someone else. A mixture of several things, actually, and the fact that he found her attractive was certainly one of them. Sometimes all he wanted was for her to mindlessly obey his orders. Sometimes he looked for any excuse he had to spank her. Yeah yeah, call him a pervert because that was how he chose to discipline his slave and keep her in line, but usually he started off smacking her because he was angry, and when he finished he was just satisfied and really, really horny.

*- -He thought he detected a hint of sarcasm or sass in her comment, but he let it slide this time. She wasn't being outwardly defiant, so he didn't bother with her right now. She had read him correctly-- he was stoned, and really beat from his sparring session and not at all in the mood for movement. If he decided to whoop her ass, it would require energy, and fuck it, he didn't want to. Perhaps he was being dumb by letting so much slide, and maybe it would come back to bite him in the ass later on, but he was being lazy. Enforcing rules on her would be too much for him right now. If she really got out of line and he was forced to put her back in it, he would really be pissed off. But until them, he would let the little things slide and hope he wasn't doing too much damage. Sometimes he swore to gd it was like a little kid- you let them get away with something once, and then you spent the rest of the week reminding them where they stood. Pain in the fucking ass.

*- -Shaun glanced down at his undone belt buckle, flicked it a couple of times. He shoved at his aviators, flicking the lighter until the end of the stick caught. Second one he'd smoked in the last hour, but what the fuck ever, like anybody was going to know. Of course, his room smelled rather like weed, but he rarely had anyone in there unless he was bedding women. One of his favorite pastimes. He had been called a manslut, but he preferred to call it being a stud. he didn't have an issue with women- he could be downright charming if he actually tried. Which, usually was only when he wanted to get the woman in question in bed. Otherwise, he was his same old moody self. It seemed like lately his mood was fairly set, however. Arrogant, obnoxious, and perpetually annoyed, although the weed was really helping on that front. It chilled him out, or at least made it so his little bursts of temper didn't last as long. He already seemed to have lost the annoyance he had at finding her gone when he had come back. His temper was volatile, often violent, so perhaps it was really just better that he toked as much as he did.

*- -Shaun, of course, heard her comment. He sat up, legs apart slightly and watched her bend over. He tended to treat her like a piece of mean sometimes, but she was hot...what could he say. He had gotten a pretty one, and he appreciated her beauty. He blew out a stream of smoke rings and watched her, letting a slight yawn out, too. "I do what I fucking want, doll. You've lived with me long enough, you should know that. If I want to fucking toke, I will," He informed her, getting to his feet. He smirked, standing behind her to watch her work, watch the way her body moved. Yes, he certainly had one of the fiesty ones, and while it pissed him off at times to have her challenge his authority and generally be irritating and backtalk, he found it intruiging sometimes. Was she not terrified? She must know that she was tied to him, probably for eternity. Unless he got bored with her. Self-satisfied smirk back on his face, he blew out another stream of thick smoke, drew his hand back and slapped her ass rather hard. Ahh, it was good to be in charge.

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notes, haha, its quite alright <3 i stole it from mag anyways ;D i loves brielle and shaun already xD

[BRIELLE AMARI ROANIA]

Brielle didn't expect for him to hear her muttered words but apparently she was louder than she had intended. She turned around and gave him a fake smile, nodding her head."Of course you can Shaun, what was I thinking to even consider otherwise. her voice sweet, but yet still fake. She knew he probably knew but she didn't care at the moment. Her face lost the smile, she glaring at him for a few more seconds before turning back around. She really should have done the work earlier in the day, when he wasn't there to stare and watch her. There were times when he would watch her work and he didn't like how she was doing it so he would yell. Personally Brielle didn't think he should care how she did things, as long as they got done. There were many times when she wanted to yell right back that if he didn't like the way she was doing something than he needed to do it himself. She of course had never dared to do so because she knew she would get a hard slap across the face if she did. But just like Shaun her buttons could be pushed to the limit as well.

She sighed as she looked around the room, bending down to gather his clothes. Why did he have to be so messy sometimes? It was like taking care of a child. You would think her good looking master who liked to look neat and liked to be clean would actually keep his living area the same way. But she knew better than to think a silly question like that. Why would he need to be neat when he had her to pick it all up and clean after him. She was his slave after all. And that was another thing she hated to admit. The fact that he did actually look good.

Bent down and mind wandering, she was in the midst of standing up when she felt a very sharp pain shoot through her body. She let out a small yelp, tears forming in her eyes as she quickly turned around. He had hit her on her ass with a ton of force."What the hell do you think you are doing." she suddenly yelled out, forgetting who she was talking to. She rubbed her backside to soothe the stinging, she facing him with anger on her face. "Do not do that.she hissed. Now she really felt like pushing his buttons."You fairies are suppose to be gentle and kind. she huffed. In a way she was baiting him because she knew he hated to be called a fairy. But she hated to be smacked in the ass by him.

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[SHAUN MITCHEL DAMON]

*- -Shaun leaned back, blowing a trail of smoke and watching her with bemusement. She was so sarcastic. Had he been irritated still, he would have made her sorry for her sarcasm-- but whatever. He didn't feel like it right now. Her sarcasm was light, and she was doing what was required of her, albiet with an attitude he didn't appreciate. He would wait. If it escalated, he would deal with it, and if he had to deal with her he would a surely be furious. Too much effort. She pushed herself into being punished sometimes, he thought. When he was being lenient and she kept pushing and pushing with her stupud attitude until he cracked down on her, usually with considerable violence or yelling. She brought it on herself, in his opinion, and when he punished her he didn't do it half-assed. He had bruised her before, but mostly he just gave her enough pain to be too sore to sit properly for a few days. He liked the control, watching her squirm in discomfort. Maybe it made him sick or perverted-- what the fuck ever, he didn't give a shit. Call him what you wanted, the fact remained that he would do what he wanted with her.


*- -He would probably be tidier if he didn't have Brielle to clean up after him. He did it on purpose sometimes, left things laying on the ground for her to clean up. He liked it when she bent over and he got a nice view down her shirt or of her ass. He was a clean kind of guy in some ways-- he showered and kept clean like that, wore clean clothes, liked to look tidy. His room was okay. If he didn't have her there, he'd tidy it himself. But it was her job and he left her to it. He wished she would have done it instead of fucking around in the library-- yes, he was aware that that was where she was and what she was doing. He wasn't an idiot, he kept tabs on his slave. She belonged to him, anyways. The fae at the library would tell him when she was there, and others informed him when she left his room. Some seemed to wonder why he wasn't stricter so that she just obeyed his every word. God knows he wondered the same thing some days.


*- -Perhaps it had been poor judgement to slap her ass, especially as hard as he did, but her ass was hot, and she was his, so if he wanted to smack her he would. She was his belonging, after the fae food. Must be odd for her. He thought about it sometimes, and it was really a constant reminder that he needed to be careful with his name. Nobody knew his full name, and he gaurded it with the utmost care. He would never be lenient about such athing. Nobody even knew his last name. He pitied the girl sometimes, but not nearly enough to let her go. She was his most prized possession and he needed her, there was absolutely a snowball's chance in hell that she was going to be free anytime soon. It was why he kept such close tabs on her when she went to the library. he wanted to know what she was doing, make sure she was not only safe but not doing anything bad. He may smack her around when she misbehaved, but he would kill anybody that touched her. She was his, and that was the end of it.

*- -Her outburst at first surprised him. He certainly had picked a fiesty one-- and then, when he heard the taboo word 'fairy' mentioned, his eyes darkened and his whole expression turned sour. He strode towards her, grabbing onto her upper harms in a tight grip. He pushed her back against the wall, purposely getting in her face. "First off, don't you ever talk to me like that. You're fucking lucky I'm not slapping the shit out of you right now." He growled, voice rising so that he was very nearly yelling in her face. He was about ready to smack her one, and he didn't play nice when he was as pissed off as he was right now. Using his chest, he crowded her against the wall, invading her personal space. "Secondly, call me a fucking fairy ever again and I'll smack your ass so hard you won't sit comfortably for two weeks, you understand me?" His voice was loud, rough with fury, especially because he had been letting her previous sass slide. "You belong to me, got it? I'll do whatever I fucking want. You don't get a goddamn say." He yelled, eyes darkening with fury. He couldn't let that kind of insolence slide.

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[BRIELLE AMARI ROANIA]

A few months into being captured by Shaun, Brielle began to realize that she would be with the man for a very long time. She didn't know what kind of magic held her there, bound to him, but she knew she wasn't going to escape without a sheer force of luck or smarts. She had yet to find out the secrets of the fae and everyday she unknowingly ate the food that continued the bond to her master. She always thought it was strange that food was such a big deal with them, but she never realized questioned it, everyone had to eat right? She also always wondered why he had chosen her. Maybe it was just a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, or from his point of view the right place and the perfect time. To her it seemed liked the most logical explanation and she was just that unlucky. She never asked him why he wouldn't let her go because she figured there just wasn't a point in doing so.

Anger still filled her face but it was very quickly wiped away and replaced with a bit of fear when he suddenly advanced on her and pushed her into the wall, he gripping her with with hands of steel."Let go, you're hurting me.she whined, struggling against his grip but it was of no use. He was too strong for her to even continue to attempt getting out of his hands. She looked up at him, pushing her own back against the wall almost as to try and back out of his grip. She could see the anger in his eyes and she knew she had really hit a nerve by calling him a fairy.

There were times when Brielle feared her master. She had seen the way he fought with the other people around, the way he put such force and power into it, and she knew that he could really do serious damage. She knew she should fear him now, that she should just apologize and try to get him to back off. She heard every word he said to her, how she belonged to him and she had no control in what she did. She knew he expected her to nod and obey. But this time that just wouldn't happen. She didn't know why she felt the need to continue on, and she did actually fear him, but something else filled her feelings at the moment.

Call me a fucking fairy ever again and I'll smack your ass so hard you won't sit comfortably for two weeks, you understand me?. She looked at him, staring deep into his eyes. Oh she understood him, perfectly in fact, but it didn't matter. She opened her mouth for a moment, pausing before the words came out."Fairy." she said in a low tone, continuing to stare him down. Oh yes, she knew that was probably the biggest mistake she had made of the way but at the moment she just didn't care.


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[SHAUN MITCHEL DAMON]

*- -Shaun's moods had always been very up and down. One minute he would be yelling at her to get on top of things and do what he told her to, and the next he would be ordering to get into his bed. He had her sleep with him often. Partially because she was hot, and partially because then he knew where she was and what she was doing. he was highly protective of her. She was his, and he always knew where she was and what she was doing so that he could keep her safe. He knew that on occasion, slaves had been stolen, and he would not allow that to happen to Brielle. She was his, and nobody touched what was his unless they wanted him to make them very, very sorry. He eyed the sword laid across his bloody armor, pondering going out for a bit of footwork practice before he ended up going to go see Kyo and Apollo. He didn't feel like cleaning up all his armor and then putting it back on again. Too much effort when he was so stoned and so lazy, and he really just didn't feel like putting it forth right now.

*- -He heard her say to let go because he was hurting her, but right now, he didn't really care whether he was making her uncomfortable or not. In fact, he didn't even care that he was probably giving her finger-shaped bruises on her upper arms with his iron grip. He wanted her to hurt. Wanted her to squirm, wanted her to feel pain and be sorry for being so fucking sassy and insolent. He appreciated that she was fiesty, and put up with it to a point-- but that point had been crossed. She had outright challened his authority and he didn't like it one little bit. He couldn't stand by anymore and act as if it was no big deal. If she kept that bullshit up, he would be in trouble simply for the fact that she was being insolent. Besides, he had a reputation to uphold and that included her being obedient and doing what she needed to do. he couldn't have her running around making it look like he didn't discipline her when she needed it. That was just fucking everything up, and he couldn't have it going on like that.

*- -He was ruthless. Cruel. And when things needed to get done, he got them done. He shoved at her roughly, into the corner where he could have her trapped. He pushed his chest at her, spewing threats of violence and cuss words and anything else that he could think of. God, he wanted to hurt her, and it was all that he could do not to hit her and hurt her physically. That was coming if she couldn't hold her tongue like he was giving her some very clear orders to do. His anger had picked up quickly and ignited like a gas can, and now he was flaming fucking furious and he wanted her to hurt. Hurt bad enough to be afraid of him and remember her place and just what would happen if she chose to misbehave and fuss about things. It teed him off when she was sarcastic, even more so when she pushed his buttons on purpose. It was a very fine line she was walking. A very fine one. And it was about to collapse underneath her, because he was not happy. Not happy in the least.

*- -He was glaring at her, eyes cold. he was sure he had shut her up. He had been abrupt and harsh-- wasn't that enough of a reminder to get her to shut her fucking mouth and get back in line where she belonged? Apparently not. Her words got to him, he would admit it. He fucking hated being called a fairy. He had made a threat, though, and he fully planned on following through on it. A low growl started in his throat, rose until he sounded like he was about to eat her alive. "Turn around." he said, but didn't give her much of a choice in the matter. Putting his hands on her shoulders he turned her around, shoving her face-first into the corner. He was going to show her that he was fuckin in charge, and nobody fucked with him. Using his forearm to keep her pinned, he drew his other hand back and dealt her another stinging slap to her backside. He had promised to make her so sore she would be lucky to sit for the next few weeks, and he meant what he said. he didn't do empty threats. Well...most of the time, anyways. Holding her roughly, he hit her again, a little bit harder. He couldn't exactly see her ass, but he certainly planned on painting it a rather sore color.

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