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Post by Calista nó Valerian on Jul 16, 2009 14:09:39 GMT -5
"Calista."
I'd come as beckoned, the Dowayne looking upon me with the sternness of her position, though there was something else.. Apprehension? Pity? I couldn't figure it out.
"Calista, I have a.. special project that I'd like your help with, if you would agree to it. There's a Valerian adept that is having some problem with yielding, with being pliable to the Valerian decree..."
And she went on for a few more moments, her eyes aloof, though still managing to study me shrewdly. I blinked when she was done, my eyes widened slightly in surprise.
"Will you help your housemate?"
As if there were a choice. I nodded, swallowing. Sinclair; I'd heard of him. "I will, my lady."
Ahh.. And now here I was, my arms empty of any sort of tool that might have given me some small amount of encouragement. Even a stack of towels would have been welcomed at that point, something to cradle and clutch at my chest... but no. I stood, open and bare, my dress a light fabric that was well suited to days inside, and stared at the storage door that I was told Sinclair had disappeared through. I closed my eyes, drew a breath and lifted my hand, rapping softly upon the door. Aye, he made me nervous, though at the same time I knew my duty. If I could be strapped to a rack and stretched, if I could withstand having my flesh parted by a flechette, I could do this. Right?
"Sinclair?"
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Post by Sinclair nó Valerian on Jul 16, 2009 14:14:43 GMT -5
It was a few days after my assignation with Prince Gratien and quite frankly, my body wasn't the only thing that was sore this time around. He had gotten me in a way where my pride lay wounded, bleeding and trying to heal itself though it at times, seemed impossible. I had been found by one of the adepts after a couple of hours, a gag in my mouth, a blindfold and strapped to the horse that I despised so much. I tried so hard to keep myself from ridicule, but my situation had spread easily by word of mouth. Rumors were like wild fire in the Night Court.
I leaned back onto one of the boxes, groaning a little from the pain of where he had hit me in the ribs. It wasn't too bad, it was mostly just my behind that bothered me. I stared at the window, glad of the isolation that the storage room gave me sinec it was rare for an adept to need to go in here. Or so I thought, that is, until Trinette gave Calista this little mission. When she walked in, I turned to look at her, shooting a glare straight at her.
"What?" I barked, rising and hiding any difficulty that I may have had. "Does Trinette need me to do something?" I could only hope that she had given me some sort of errand to run, I needed to get my mind off of some things and dealing with another adept was on the bottom of my to do list.
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Post by Calista nó Valerian on Jul 16, 2009 15:17:20 GMT -5
The glare he shot me could have melted half the Valerians in the House; I think the only reason I withstood it was because I'd expected something like that, if not so.. intense. I still flinched, though I shut the door gently behind me, concentrating on the menial task as an excuse to ignore the look he scowled at me.
"She does, actually." My tone was quite polite as I looked back at him, flinching no longer. I stood just inside the doorway, my hands folded behind my back in seeming peacefulness, though in good truth they were clutching at the skirts that covered my bottom. The next bit would be easy to say, though his reaction I could only guess. "I'm Calista... Trinette asked if I could come and talk to you about the Valerian concept of yielding to ones patron."
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Post by Sinclair nó Valerian on Jul 16, 2009 16:55:40 GMT -5
Yielding to one's patrons?
I stared at her, any anger I had dissipating for that moment as my mouth slackened in disbelief. I was a fool to not know my house's motto, "I yield" and yet I do not think I have ever said those words in my life. Not my signale nor anything else that may have displayed those characteristics. I stood there dumbfounded, however, that Trinette had sent someone to try to whip me into shape. I was not a typical Valerian, but I was a Valerian in my own way and if nothing else, I yielded to her.
However, the moment came and went and soon I was a scowling. "And let me guess, you're going to teach me?" I asked, absolutely disgusted as I headed to try and get past her. "Look, I don't need this right now." My pride was still sore after my assignation with Gratien and this was the last thing that I needed. "Besides, I'm just going to sit and nod and pretend I know what you are talking about, might as well save you the time." I huffed, trying to get past her without completely shoving her to the side. I wasn't that much of a jerk.
"I'm a Valerian in my own way and besides, it's not like I'm without patrons. They come, all too knowing of what they are getting into and they come all the same. What are you saying, I'm broken? They pay for something they must force to yield and I'm not some... submissive dog, kicked by its master that still lies at its feet. Calista, get out of my way." I snarled the last sentence, furious.
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Post by Calista nó Valerian on Jul 20, 2009 10:06:32 GMT -5
I was caught, well and truly, both physically and by the look of pure wrath that stormed across his features. Without realizing I'd moved, I became aware of leaning against the door, the knob curving my back outward as my head careened up to his, caught by the look on his face, the way he hesitated, not quite willing to push me out of the way to get past me. It was all so.. confusing! He played the part of a Mandrake, and yet wasn't quite up to physically moving me. What, then? A spoiled Valerian, used to getting away with throwing tantrums? I'd seen many children in the nursery act like him, only it was culled out of them. Why, then, hadn't it been culled from Sinclair?
My eyes were still wide, even through all the thoughts that flitted through my head, my back still curved as the knob pressed against my spine. Slowly I shook my head, and as confidence seeped into my bones once more, the shaking became more... normal, not so hesitant. "No." The word came from my mouth quietly, and though I'd not quite taken my eyes from his furious face, I said it again, my palms moving back; one rested against the door, the other the wall. "No, Sinclair.. If I move, you'll leave, and I'll be forced to tromp after you. I don't want to spend my free afternoon doing this any more than you do, and I truly don't want to spend it chasing you down til you run out of hiding spots."
I wasn't yet irritated, nor mad nor upset, though I'd be lying if I said I was immune to his bullying. My heart thrummed harshly in my chest, so hard I thought he could hear it, and my eyes were still a touch too wide to fit in the realm of normalcy.
"And no, I'm not saying you're broken... Please do not place words in my mouth as if I insinuated them, else I'll be forced to do it to you as well, such as your own hint that I, like all your housemates, are comparable to submissive dogs. Is that how you see us, Sinclair? Someones little pet that they can do anything to? Do we not have pride, have friendships and love? Do we not all strive to have the same thing you yourself want? Freedom, to make our marque. To have a choice in life." I cringed away from him a little, but I still didn't move from the door, blocking his ability to escape through the halls. He was so ungodly big.. I knew that if he left now, I wouldn't be able to find him without half the house looking for him with me. Stubborn; one of my many flaws, though at this point it helped more than hindered. I kept my stance, even if I were cringing, and stared up at him, awaiting his response.
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Post by Sinclair nó Valerian on Jul 20, 2009 11:25:23 GMT -5
When she pointed out my words, it was like a harsh realization because for all my bark and bite, I never hated Valerian House and having said something about my housemates, (whether or not they liked me, I was almost entirely sure most of them didn't), I still could not believe the words had spilled from my mouth. "That's not what I meant," I snapped, though I had no way to wriggle out of this one. I chewed on the side of my cheek, irritated out of my mind that I was going to be taking lessons in "submission" from this girl who was trembling in her boots just because I told her to get out of the way. She had said 'no' at the very least, I guess.
"I guess you do," I agreed, though it sounded more sarcastic than anything. "You may be striving to make your marque. I don't even know what I'm doing." I realized that she may not understand what I was talking about. She probably thought it was everyone's dream to make their marque. I eyed her. She looked young and no doubt she had a marque that tripled my own. It was not that I didn't try, per say, but it was a dangerous dance that I had with my patrons. An even balance of fight and willingness and pleasure for the both of us and with it, they could easily claim they had no pleasure at all. I supposed it left me bitter at times, but I couldn't be anyone but myself. I wasn't a mold to Valerian's canon.
I flopped on a box and eyed her. "Let's get this over with," I huffed angrily, wondering why Trinette chose her of all people. "I submit to those worthy of submission." Trinette, for one, though that was something we did not voice in public for she knew I had pride that was easily injured. "Our patrons are angry men and women who think they are worth something because they have the amount of coin to purchase it. Most of them were born into money and had it given to them by their parents. Is that worthy of submission? It's disgusting." I sighed, knowing that most of Valerian House did not see it the way I did.
"You're probably wondering what I am doing in Valerian House, aren't you?"
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