Thread: 91 Days: Peace Never Lasts Forever (Athene & thejohnnytype)

Patricia Pat Hunter Such an odd one. He ... doesn't want me for that? Maybe 'odd' wasn't the right word. Either way, the astonishment on Yun's face made it perfectly clear the last thing she expected was to be able to keep her clothes on. Her fingers continued to clutch at the fabric, as if she were half-expecting him to change his mind after sipping some of the liquor. That was only a partly correct assumption. More than anything, the more honest to gods truth was her mind had barely believed what she heard. Registered, sure. But ... surely, that had to be a joke. So ... he just wants to talk? It at least seemed that way as the minutes continued ticking away. Never once did he make any moves to approach her. Andreas actually kept a distance. Gave her space. Did so many things Yun didn't really plan for. Finally, she let go of the hem of the nightgown, deciding that - for now - he seemed sincere enough with his words. As a shiver trailed through her body, Yun slid her lower body under the covers, using the sheets to help keep herself warm. Her head abruptly jerked as she heard words she would certainly never have thought anyone would utter. Least of all a member of the same clan who'd bought her. You .... what? But .... why?! I mean ... Yun gestured to the room around them, her hands seeming to stretch and indicate the mansion as a whole. You're the son of this group, are you not? If your family is anything like the one that sold me ... even from their own kin, they wouldn't accept that sorta act. Why go out of your way to help me? A mere stranger you barely know? With each inquiry, her voice got lower. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes, but she kept them held back. Slowly, Yun's head lowered as she looked at the bed. If, however, you mean what you're saying ... I ... I don't know. On one hand, of course. The young Asian rose her head again, making eye contact with the heir, I think in some regards, everyone has basic desires. Being home falls under one of those at least I think so. And yet, on the other .... Now her hands moved, with the right a bit above her head. Meanwhile, the left just barely avoided touching the covers of the bed. I don't know if I'd have much of a home to go back to. My parents willingly sold me off for coin. I'd thus be in China alone. By myself ... and probably on the streets. I'd have far more trouble living there than as ... a slave, I guess. Whatever I am deemed to be now. Yun went silent, both literally and figuratively weighing her options out before eliciting a defeated sigh. I'm not sure what I want ... After quietly contemplating for a few more minutes, her arms fell atop her lap. I feel like I should sleep on that or something, she muttered under her breath, lying on her side, back turned away from Andreas. Seconds after this, the door opened, and she heard one of the other family members talking. About her . Worse off, as if she couldn't hear or understand him. That made her fists angrily grip the sheets of the bed. I already relayed my name earlier, you pigs! It's Yun! Y-U-N! Not even that long nor difficult to spell! That's fine. I'm not very hungry. Appetite's gone. The disgusted tone hinted she was less than pleased with hearing the brief talk and how she'd been referred to. Her eyes closed tightly shut as another breath passed her lips. At this rate, it feels like I'm going to die. The difference is how and where. Maybe not from Andreas, no. But someone in his family, yes. Most likely. The thought scared her as much as it infuriated her. To stay or try to get away that was indeed the million dollar question this evening, it seemed. A quick snack later and Pat would be found leaving the kitchen, now going off into his room. He was not honestly looking forward to this party. Were anyone else around, it would be painfully obvious how reluctant Pat truly was to go. However .... as a member of the Veleno Familigia and - more importantly - a close friend of Alessandro, duty was calling Pat. And it was being very pesky all the while. He'd tried to hang up on it ... what? Four? Five times now? Quite a few. Finally, he'd been all but coerced to pick up the proverbial phone and cave in, agreeing he wouldn't change his mind at the last second ... even though some part of Pat truly wanted to. This was going to be boring as fuck deep down, he knew that. Ah well. Maybe it'd be brief? It was certainly a thought, one he'd pray would be the case. Pat nodded a few more times to himself before closing the door behind him. A bit of rustling and rummaging would be heard before water from a shower would come next. Even those outside could discern what was going on like it or not, Pat was getting prepared. He'd said yes to being Alessandro's plus one and, as such, he wouldn't dare embarrass the heir by arriving in a less than pleasant appearance. 11th June, 1933 2043 PM Lawless, Illinois Exact Location Salvatori Familigia Mansion The party had been underway for about an hour or so now. Don Albert would see at least a handful of the Veleno Familigia, including Don Marco, his wife, Alessandro, and Pat. And, just as the youngest member had correctly guessed, he was ... less than amused. But God help him, he truly was trying to look ... tolerable? Was that the right word? Maybe, maybe not. He didn't know and almost didn't care. A light nudge from beside him helped the young lad recall why he was worrying at all about how he may or may not be coming off. I can't imagine this'll go on too much longer, Alessandro softly whispered to Pat, taking advantage of the fact they had been left temporarily alone. I understand. Tell me something though do you really believe this talk of truce? At that, Alessandro paused. His lips pressed together before he slowly nodded. I want to think they're being sincere on the thought. As for whether it'll end up happening? I don't know. That, more likely than not, is what we're all waiting to find out. This party is either going to be a huge success or a massive failure depending on my father and Andreas's. Well ... I don't believe it's going to work out. Alessandro snickered. Still the pessimist, are ya? Pat casually shrugged. This way, I won't be disappointed or taken aback when things don't go as planned. Damn. That's ... grim logic. But logic all the same. God, I hate it when you have points. Pat merely smirked, leaving Alessandro alone for the time being. It would have been easy to tease him further but that was exactly the issue. It would have been too easy and, therefore, not nearly as fun as usual. Yun, meanwhile, had stayed up in Andreas's room. Despite what Andreas may think, it wasn't out of spite or rebellion. Those had been the right reasons several hours ago, yes. Now, there was a simpler and - in her mind and eyes - more fair reason. Pride. She was not going downstairs in little more than a nightgown. With how long it had been, she could only assume one of two outcomes were going to happen no one would bother taking the time to allow her to walk down, or no one cared enough. Considering how much time had already vanished? It was feeling like option B was probably the right assumption. Slightly disheartening, but ... not overly amazing. You were likely right the first time. You are little more than a slave here ... The noise had kept her awake, as did being in a new and very foreign setting. But at this point? Yun was ready to accept whatever may or may not happen to her. Both tonight and every day afterwards. There just was no win-win for her.