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Re Mother's Oppressive Obsession Atzura and CountofTuscany As soon as his voice faded into the air, he felt a burning equal to Jessica's slap. Don't you raise your fucking voice at me Vincent! How dare you disrespect our house, your room, and most of all, ME! She yelled, grabbing his arm and walking with him towards his room, more like a vile pinch at the side of the arm, pulling him along mercilessly. Why did you lie to me? Why did you lie right in my face?! She yelled, she was like a loose pitbull, in truth, perhaps the pitbull was a safer option. Did you fuck her? Were you having sex with her? Answer me Vincent! Another quick, but burning slap landed flush. She was so devistatingly fast with those rights. What if she's sick? What if she's got some disease you idiot! Sophia hit his face, and every time, it felt like Senior's face, same bone structure, sure, younger flesh, but the eyes, lips, even nose were all there. It angered her, and in a very twisted way, made her feel as if Senior was alive through Vincent. In more than one way, she was also talking to her late husband, asking, Why did you lie to me!? Slapping Vincent's blaring red face with every single word. She knew her son, he wouldn't dare raise a hand to her, his voice, at times, his hand, never. She'd be sure to reunite him with his father if he ever did. However, she knew Vincent to be a good, obedient person. He liked fun, and he loved her dearly. The thoughts of that hussie with her son troubled her. She had worked a sweat, thankfully the air conditioning was cooling quickly. She looked at the mess she made, upon her son's face that is. It was almost artsy, but she had slapped him several times, and hated the result.
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Re Mother's Oppressive Obsession Atzura and CountofTuscany And suddenly, he felt that his mother's mighty judgment. A burning red slap came over his face, his mind went blank, this time completely blank. He stood still, his face emotionless, probably to scared to even move because he might get hit again, or worse. His arm was suddenly grabbed, very hard, he did nothing, he currently did not have the courage to move other than he was told or forced. His room did really smell of sex, but it was only a hint, he still could not completely get out of the trance though, it was for the sake of his mind health. More screaming came, but he could not really hear it, or rather make out what it meant. His eyes then turned to his mother as another slap came, instinctively he covered his face, but he had been too late. Her hand too fast and strong slapped him once more. One of his eyes made a tear from the pain, Why? was the only thing circling around her head. His mother had gone nut s again, after so much time, she had snapped back into her nearly demonic form, demanding power and truth at any cost. And suddenly, he felt in his mothers eyes a rage that he had never seen directly before. He was so afraid, as another slap came, and another, and another, making his head move from side to side until suddenly he was on his bed. Being struck down, with his head on the bed, his face was already swollen, and a few tears began to drop on their own. He could still not kick in back to reality, he was too scared to talk back or anything, he was in his private secure place. All he could say was, I'm sorry mother... I'm so sorry mother. Please forgive me, we didn't do anything... I'm sorry. He fell onto his knees bowing his head down at his mother.
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Re Mother's Oppressive Obsession Atzura and CountofTuscany Sophia's hands hurted. Her throat hurted and her head ached. She paced back and forth, at first still pretty headstrong, she had given him what he deserved. Lying to her was absolutely and completely wrong. She wouldn't have it. He looked into her eyes, and spoke to her, thinking she'd believe him. She couldn't look at him, this would destroy her heart, and yes she had one. She ran her fingers over her head and almost entered a temporary panic. I just wanted to come home... have my cold drink... change into something comfortable... maybe watch a movie with him... that's all I wanted... why did my day go so astray.... She glanced at him, and her heart was broken. Vince, why did you lie to me? That's all I want to know? Don't you love me? You're killing my heart when you do this... She said, walking towards him, crying, there was nothing quite as disturbing as your own mother, especially a strong woman like Sophia, broken down in front of you. She turned and twisted him, putting her face against his, crying softly. I'm so sorry son... I'm so sorry... She pleaded, rubbing her cheek against his, in some twisted way attempting to console him.
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Re Mother's Oppressive Obsession Atzura and CountofTuscany He let a few tear drop down while she was still there, looking down at the ground, feeling so filthy of himself, his Mother's twisted ways actually got under his skin. He believed she was always right, it was a matter of life or death. I'm sorry mom. He cried to her. He felt bad now, and asked himself how he could have done this, how did it get to this point, how could he have forgotten? As she went back and forth around the room, he now didn't dare to look at her in her eyes once more, after having lied to her, he felt so wrong, so vile, how could he make his mother suffer How could he hold for granted all that's she'd done for him? His mother had really done a number on his head. Ans then she came forwards towards him, crying, demanding answers, answers he could not say because of the shame. He didn't feel worthy of his mother right now, he didn't deserve her love. And she was there all tron into pieces because of him, how could he do this to her? Why? He had no clue really, except for... all that came out were crying as she was there. And then her face came to his, as they rubbed together, he needed protection from his mother, and yet his mother was the only one that could do that. A son in his mother's arms never felt so safe. He hugged her hard, rapidly as he felt her scent, loving it, wanting to stay there. All I wanted... He said trying hard to keep the crying back, Was to have a normal girlfriend. I'm so sorry mother for disobeying you. He cried on her shoulder,as her scent started to calm him down.
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Re Mother's Oppressive Obsession Atzura and CountofTuscany Sophia slowly pulled away from him, noticing his endearment to her scents, generally soft body and cooling touch. He appeared so much like Vincent Senior that she might have made a terrible blunder, better left just inside her head. I... I overreacted. She closed her eyes. That Jessica girl is not for you... however... but I will let you learn your life's lessons on your own if you please. She will just hurt you in the end. She said quietly, clearing her throat before trying to straighten him out. I don't think you should go to class tomorrow son... She closed her eyes, her voice breaking up, Your face is so red... She covered her eyes and whimpered. I did that to you in a matter of moments... I'm I'm too defensive of you... She rubbed her eyes with her forearms. You remind me so much of him... She sniffed. It's not fair to you. Please, remove these sheets and leave them aside for me to wash... they smell of that girl. If you do... She shook her head slowly, If you do choose to be with her... please, be safe. Be very safe... I don't want to go to jail son. She couldn't resist much longer and put her hands on his shoulders, sniffing before kissing the rise of his right cheek several times slowly. Warm, full kisses, Sophia pressing her lips against his reddish skin.
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Re Mother's Oppressive Obsession Atzura and CountofTuscany As his mother spoke, he felt so guilty, as if everything was his fault. He wrapped his hands around her waist and drew his face into her stomach to stop him from crying. The pan that she lured over him influenced him already, he did not want to suffer anymore, he needed his mother's love for his own sake. Something clicked inside him that made him want to be with her. Mom I love you... He said lowly, between her speeches but she didn't seem to grasp his voice. Her voice was soothing though, he didn't know what they really meant, he just liked how they sounded. Then suddenly, he felt a glee as he place her hands on his shoulder and began to kiss his red cheeks. He liked the way, they immediately felt better. His pants still kind of tight, but suddenly they grew tighter. The pressure over his cheeks, it made it all go away, as if nothing bad had happened. He spread his hands around her back, around her waist bringing her forward squishing her breast against home. I'm so sorry mother. He pulled her closer and placed his head on her shoulder with his face to her neck where he whispered, I love you. And began to kiss it as all the different emotions inside him made a tear drop. All of this seemed like the beginning of a wild make-up sex.
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Well that's one benefit of a real scorcher of a day being able to see the sexiest woman in my life in minimalist clothing. I thought to myself as I saw Llew coming towards the car, laden with birthday gifts and a cake. Because if we don't have the party, Sam's gonna keep pestering us until we do, I said as I started helping her load her gifts into the car. Huh I thought Jess was lying about getting her a cake. You know how she is 'a birthday isn't a birthday without a party' and all that. I'm just glad she doesn't know about my talents or she'd try and talk me into creating a fireworks display or something equally over-the-top. With the last of her presents in the car, I put my arms around her waist. Besides, we can worry about that tomorrow today's your day and we'll do whatever you want. I kissed her to emphasise my point and because who wouldn't enjoy kissing a girl like her?. Anyway, let's go I have my own present for you back home and I don't want to leave that cake in a hot car any longer than I have to. And I'm sure you want to get out of this heat as much as me.
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If she could, she'd wear pants instead of shorts but because of the heat, it'd eventually cling and it just feels so gross. Thank god though she did look good enough in a tank top and shorts and didn't look horrendous. Not that she cared but she'd never step out of the house if she didn't look presentable. A small laugh came from her. Fine, but if she turns my birthday into a circus and actually gets clowns, I have every right to grab my favorite kitchen knife and kill her. Clowns are just scary. She explained, her almond shaped hazel eyes going as wide as possible. One wouldn't think that could be possible for them to get any bigger since they already were so big but what do you know? Wrapping her arms around his neck, she smiled gently. Today was her day. But she didn't know what she wanted to do. She just wanted to hang with him and not really go home. She was sure if she did, her step-dad would kidnap her, tie her down to the chair and her mother would bring out a huge birthday cake and force her to be there to listen to them try and sing 'Happy Birthday' oh so grandly. All the while, her older brother was there, taping it and planning to put it on his 'Youtube Channel,' titling it My little sister's demise because she'd just die of embarrassment afterward. Same thing every year and she was doing what she could to avoid it. They thought it was sweet. But it was the exact thing that'd kill her. You'd think she'd enjoy being adored on her birthday, she would but not when her brother tortured her and put her demise for the public to see. Brothers and their torturing their little sister. When he kissed her, fireworks and everything that made things click happened, like it always happened. Pulling back, her eyes brightened up at him mentioned he had a present for her. Her mind could only wander to a thousand possibilities and she honestly hoped that it'd turn out to be one of the things she really wanted.
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If she did that I think I'd help. I said as I got into the car. Oh, I spoke to your mum at lunch and I think I managed to convince her to spare you from their usual birthday routine. They're probably just leaving it til one afternoon next week, but at least we won't have to worry about them coming round today so I won't need to lock Bast in the lab. Bast is a feline homunculus my dad gave us as a house-warming present. He's about the size of a golden retriever, but looks more like a panther made out of liquid metal with a couple of green orbs for eyes. In reality though his skin is microscopically-fine chainmail, the sort you could only make with nanotechnology or by being able to reshape matter itself dad used the latter of course. Personality-wise Bast's the same as any cat - unbelievably lazy. At least he doesn't need to eat or I'm sure he'd be a real glutton too. Normally, Bast can turn himself invisible if we have guests over, but if there are enough people, I need to hide him away in my lab so that no-one'll bump into him. A big, magic-powered, robotic cat isn't exactly easy to explain, after all. He's partly a pet, but mainly a security system for the house he's cheaper than an alarm in any case. And how many people are going to believe a burglar saying he got chased off by a metal cat? How a homunculus can be that surly for sitting in a basement for a while, I don't know.
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Getting into the car, Llew buckled up and she looked over to him, sighing quietly. See, it's not so much the being tied down and forced to listen to them singing 'Happy Birthday' like some opera or big musical that bothers and embarrasses me. It's my idiot brother, Sypher, that always video tapes it and I end up finding it on Youtube. And that's not the worst part. There's usually a hundred comments from his even more idiotic friends, that I know. He turns my birthday into a nightmare. She frowned, looking over to him. While they won't do it today, they'll still do it and Sypher will still put it online. Why do big brothers have to be so mean? She pouted, resting her head on his shoulder. It was times like these that she was more than thankful that she already moved out and was living a more peaceful life with her beloved boyfriend. And a lot less embarrassing life. Family. Can't live with them, can't live without them. Aww, maybe Bast has the best patience possible. Have I mentioned how adorable he is? For a robot, I mean. She added that with a small little grin. But she did find Bast to be incredibly spectacular. Why wouldn't she? He wasn't real. He was a robot. If the government learned how to make one, the entire world would soon have their very own hired help. Although that would and maybe lead to robots taking over the world and if that happened, it'd land her the breakthrough of her journalistic career! You know if robots took over the world , and if I was the first to get the scoop, before the human race would be annihilated, I'll land myself the biggest breakthrough of my career! You'd think she'd more focused on the fact that the humans would be taken over, but she wasn't. Or at least that's not where her mind went first. It's interesting how her brain works. Moving from Bast, to robotic conquest to her major breakthrough. Random.
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I put an arm around her shoulders as she started leaning on me. I'd have tried to talk him out of that, but he wasn't answering his phone. Failing that, his camera can always have small... 'technical difficulties'. One of the benefits of evocation is that it's the manipulation of energy like, say, the light passing through a camera lens. Easy enough to convert it into heat emanating from somewhere else or a bit of noise that no-one'll notice. I laughed at her mention of a career breakthrough in the event of a robot uprising. It'd be a pretty short career afterwards though. Incidentally, don't go referring to magical constructs as robots to my dad he may seem like a loon, but he's a real stickler for proper terminology and you don't want to sit through one of his 'homunculi aren't robots' rants you'll want to tear your ears off just to shut him up. Though he doesn't complain if you call the canine ones 'tin dogs'. Probably because of that episode of Doctor Who where they re-introduced K-9. It wasn't long before we got back and was glad that I didn't have to use my hands to open the door from the garage to the house. It's not automated, I just use a bit of evocation which is a lot easier than trying to juggle presents and a cake while trying to turn a doorknob. Bast, we're back. I called out, to let the lazy sod know that he didn't have to keep himself hidden. He faded into view, lying next to the couch looking over at us, before letting out a disinterested snort an impressive feat for someone without lungs... or nostrils and dropped his head back onto his paws, staring off into space again. Or watching dust mites who knows what goes through a cat's mind when they're not wanting food? You think I should put this cake in the fridge, or do you think it'll be right to leave on the kitchen bench? I asked as I walked over to turn the air conditioning on. It was a home-made system that used evocation magic to draw heat out of the air and turn into light. Saves on both electricity and light bulbs at the same time. Shame it doesn't work as a heater in winter, but we've got a fireplace for that. You also don't have to wait five minutes or so for the room to cool down drops to the temperature you want right-away. 23 Celsius, in this case the display only shows Celsius and I can't be bothered to add a Fahrenheit display since I still don't have a feel for the measure I know 23C is about 73F, but that's about it.
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Oh if you could break his camera and ruin any chance of him getting his hands on another one, I'd be forever indebted to you and I will be the most happiest girlfriend possible. The humiliation on my birthday would stop and I could actually enjoy my birhtday! Thank you! She threw her hands up in relief and sat back, enjoying the rest of the car ride home. Darn. And here I was about to go to your place and tell your dad that I really love his work with robots. It would have been a cherry on top of a fantastic day. She said sarcastically. Oh she'd never do that. She was actually very impressed with his father's work. If she was ever such a tech-whiz, she'd definitely want his father to be her mentor. Once home, Llew was once again amazed at how their house worked. It was so magical. Wow. I tell you. I've been living with you for a while and I don't think I will ever stop finding that amazing. Then again, it never really did take much to wow her since she had such a large appreciation for everything already. That and she was easily amused. Getting out of the car, she helped with carrying her party favors and gifts inside as well as her school bag and smiled at Bast. Hi Bast. She smiled gently, putting her things down and going to him, giving him a warm greeting like always. It was up to him whether or not he'd accept it. Looking over to Jacob, she moved to him and then looked at the cake, of course after he changed the temperature. Well...it'd make sense to put it in the fridge. You know me and cake. It's golden and I'd hate for it to go bad. She said softly. Taking it, she went to the fridge and put it in there. Moving to her boyfriend, she looked at him and put her hand on his chest. Thank you. She always said thank you. He did so much. She felt like she never said enough and she always and truly meant it.
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Well I was only planning to sabotage any attempts at recording he made, but if you want the camera itself taken care of I think I can arrange that. Bast returned her greeting, nuzzling against her before going back to lounging. Bast's affection was genuine most of his mental patterns having been recorded from a real cat a small crystal attached to the collar for a week was all it took that crystal now sat somewhere in Bast's head. Despite that, he was built primarily for combat razor-sharp claws, big teeth and a stronger jaw than any animal of his size. Dad was contracted to the Watchers a sort of arcane police force who sometimes need golums or homunculi to take down some of the nastier mages that think bending reality lets them do whatever they want. Homunculi like Bast are often used the same way attack dogs might be used. When she put her hand on my chest and thanked me, I put my arms around her and pulled her close. You don't have to thank me I like making you happy. I kissed her, holding her close for a few long moments before remembering about her present. It can wait for now. I thought to myself, just enjoying the moment.
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She knew it! Bast did like her. She adored the little guy. Always treated him with love and therefore got a good reaction and response from him, especially since he was a toughie. Hey, whatever stops him from video taping my demise, works. So kill his camera. Please. She nodded, her eyes having gone wide again. Every time that happened, it always meant that she really meant what she was saying. Her hands rested on his chest, even when he pulled her to him, only to soon wrap her arms loosely around his neck. Smiling gently, she kissed him back tenderly, closing her eyes and melting into it, like always. She always melted in his arms when they kissed. It only meant he was a good kisser and yes, that was true. He was an excellent kisser. Their kisses, made her heart beat fast, so fast that she needed his support since all feeling in her body left. His kisses were powerful and it made her wonder if he used some kind of power or magic over her. Pulling away slowly--mostly for air--her eyes opened and she pressed her forehead to his. It's not just that. You do so much for me. Sometimes I wonder if I ever do enough for you, if I make you happy. I'd die if I didn't. He was a major part of her life now, had been since they started dating and if he wasn't happy, neither was she. If she couldn't make him happy, she felt like a failure.
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You don't have to do anything. I know it sounds clich, but just knowing you're happy's enough for me. Now I have a present for you so get comfy and I'll be right back with it. With that, I walked over to what looked like a blank part of the wall just outside the kitchen and mumbled a phrase in faux-latin. The veil I had set up over the entrance to my lab faded away and I was looking at the heavy steel door that Dad had helped me set up. There were an incredible number of rivets in seemingly random patterns across the surface, but very few of them were for structural stability. They were part of the security system eight of the rivets had to be touched in a specific sequence to actually open the door touch the wrong rivet or one in the wrong order and you'll be knocked out by one hell of an electrical shock. I quickly entered the sequence and the door slid to the side, letting me drop down into my lab via a metal ladder. I'm sure Llew could hear me stumbling around looking for the key to her present's lockbox, only to drop it under one of the tables. Eventually, I climbed back out of the lab with it in hand. It was a gold bracelet with four groups of five diamonds spaced evenly around it. They weren't overly large, but it had cost me a fair bit. Engraved between two of the groups in flowing script was I admit, it's a little clich JL. I'd also spend the better part of the last two weeks enchanting it and had to be my finest work. Happy birthday, Llew.