Thread: Second Life (LukeDeadwoodXSWN1994)

Abdul wasn't sure what he should do or what he should say. He'd never been in a situation quite like this. Why was this boy--Urion, Urion is his name--being so kind to him? Even with the possibility it was some act, though somehow Abdul believed that wasn't the case, it didn't make sense. As much as he didn't want it to, his mind seemed to go blank and he stood there, falling silent yet again until the other mentioned returning to his room and his mind clicked back together. I should return to my quarters as well... He agreed softly, and only then realized that Urion had been holding his hand for so long once the other released it. He looked down at it briefly, and was once more stricken with uncertainty when Urion was the one to bow down. That wasn't at all right. Abdul was supposed to do that for he was the slave, not the other way around. This male was sending his mind in circles. May you have a good night's rest as well... He didn't know what to say in response to Urion saying he'd want to see him again. So silently he turned his head, briefly watching the other in confusion as he left before looking back down at his hand. That encounter was beyond odd, and Abdul wasn't quite sure what to do about. So after a moment, he turned on his heel he went to return to his quarters, deciding to just sleep on it for now. Abdul had been the last to go to sleep, and he was the first one to wake. He was the first one washed, dressed and ready to go, albeit a little tired though it wasn't anything that he couldn't handle. It wasn't the first time he'd be working with a less than reasonable amount of sleep, and it wasn't going to be the last. Silent and compliant as ever he made his way towards the gardens, firmly holding the basket of the few tools he'd been given to work with. Though there was the slightest of smiles on his face--he was happy that he hadn't been given a real difficult task like many other times in the past, all of the hard labor he'd been made to do. This was something he could truly enjoy. Sure, he'd been given the threat of being killed if he made a mistake, but with how often he'd heard from people he could honestly say he wasn't affected by such statements anymore. The smile on Abdul's face gradually grew as he went about with his task. He worked with gentle hands, being extremely careful when he came across a weed that needed to be removed. He was cautious as he slowly dug it up, gently removing it instead of ripping at it the way many others would have. 'Nonviolence, cause no harm to any living being'...he followed the vow as perfectly as he possibly could. Once he was finished he placed the weed in the basket he fixed the slightly small hole he'd made and rubbed the dirt off his hands, brushing them off on his pants before standing. He smiled softly at his work and picked up the basket, continuing on his way. Though he paused soon after, spotting a...was that a dog? What was it doing here, of all places? And where did it come from? Abdul stood still and looked on with curiosity, unsure of if it was friendly or not though moved forward cautiously. He wasn't afraid, not at all, but it was better to be safe than sorry.