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Thread: Daddy's Little Man (FDM + Sparru)

The sound of Alex's father getting up to piss made his adrenaline spike, again. He tried to keep himself from shaking as he waited it out the sound of his heart in his ears made it impossible to tell if the man had gone to bed or not. He couldn't see a shadow, either, so all he could do was wait and pray. When he was finally sure his father had gone back to his room, he finished his soda and the very last of his meal before he quietly took care of dishes and snuck back into his bedroom. He closed the door slowly and as quietly as possible, locking it before crawling under his sheets and moving as close to the wall as possible. He woke to his alarm and nearly cried when he realized he'd have to see his father before school. He clambered out of bed and quickly got his things together before he headed into the bathroom for his routine shower as terribly as he wanted to leave and get to school, he couldn't go face his girlfriend unclean. He locked the door behind him, bathed quickly, prepped himself, and then grabbed his things, slipping from the house as soon as he could. He had time and intended to spend what little money he had on some breakfast, rather than eat it around his dad. The school day was far too short. He had no afterschool activities and Jenny had been out sick. It made his stomach churn to think that his father could've had a hand in it. He was quiet on the bus, ignoring bullies as usual, and headed home in defeat. He had nowhere else to go, so he had no choice but to go up to his front door, hoping that he at least had a few hours to himself before his father got home.
Thread: Daddy's Little Man (FDM + Sparru)

The sound of his son in the shower provoked thoughts, but he kept them to himself. He let Andrew go without talking to him, still giving him time to adjust. He jerked off in the shower, and got himself to work. Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, David stayed late at the office. He did this so that he could be sure he'd have the whole weekend off to stay at home with his son. By the time he got home, it was about dinner time. He got home, changed, then went to find Andrew. Wanna get take-out and see a movie? He still didn't mention what happened last night. For all the world it just seemed like he felt like treating his son to a good night. It almost seemed like he might have forgotten. Of course, he hadn't. He was just trying to get his son in a good mood, trying to make sure he liked him. They had a big weekend ahead of them, after all, and he could wait another night, especially if he got to spend it with his son.
Thread: Daddy's Little Man (FDM + Sparru)

Alex was more than relieved to find his father was still at work. He wasn't sure how long he had, but he wanted to use the time he had to attempt escaping seeing the man for another night. He made a quick sandwich, grabbed chips, and soda, then quickly made it to his room. He locked the door and sat on his bed, staring at the wall as his mind contemplated his circumstances. By the time he snapped out of it enough to eat and finish his food, it was nearly dinner time and his father had returned. His heart about jumped into his stomach and rocketed out on a sea of puke when his father knocked at the door and asked him out. ... N-no, I already ate... He couldn't stand the idea of going anywhere with him, at the time. Especially something like dinner and a movie. It felt too much like something his father could see as a date, and the thought horrified him. I'm not feeling good, he lied. I'm gonna go to bed, soon... The prospect of a full weekend subjected to his father's will made him all the more nauseous. It wasn't such a lie, after all. He sighed heavily, setting his dish and trash aside before he crawled beneath his blankets. He wasn't tired in the least, however, and the inactivity was already clawing at his mind. He willed his father to leave him alone, so very thankful for the lock on his door.
Thread: Daddy's Little Man (FDM + Sparru)

He hadn't expected this. He stood at the door, staring at it almost dumbly for a few moments. Oh... The disappointment was all too clear in his voice. He'd been looking forward to it all day. He had expected Andrew to be a little disturbed, but the idea that it was bothering him this much... That he would be too afraid to go out with his own father... Some part of his mind pushed these thoughts away, not letting him think them. Part of him knew his feelings were too unstable for that. He would get angry, go into the room by any means possible and just take what he wanted, if there was never a possibility of it being offered. No, it was better to just believe his son. Maybe he had picked something up at school, or eating the food cold had given him food poisoning. He wasn't worried that something in his sperm could have made Andrew sick. After finding out his wife had been cheating on him, yet again, he had gotten himself tested. He was completely clean. Either his wife was smart enough to use condoms this time, or she'd just gotten lucky with her partners. Just get some rest, then His mind had convinced himself that it was, and only could be that Andrew had gotten sick at school. Anything else was just... too much. He sounded a lot more cheerful, when he spoke. I'm ordering pizza, you want me to get you any for later?
Thread: Daddy's Little Man (FDM + Sparru)

Andrew felt his stomach do another flip. He wondered if he was being too harsh. The idea that his father had just been too drunk to realize came to mind, again, and he actually considered it, this time. He thought about the second offer a little longer than he had the first, his mind quickly running off in a tangent. ... Dad? his voice cracked, thanks to his throat muscles changing. ... I... Can we just stay in, today? At least that way, if something happened, he could just run back into his room, right? He wanted to give his father the benefit of the doubt, at least this once. Just to be sure. ... I might get sick, though, he spoke, his voice more wary than showing any form of illness, ... Just so you know...
Thread: Taming the Gypsy Trade (Valanaer)

Tari had been minding her own business, doing as she was told, ignoring all of the gawks the crowd was rudely giving her. She knew she was something of a rarity in the city, but she didn't understand why they all felt the need to stare at her like she was a circus act. It was getting more frustrated then anything, but she ordered herself to keep her calm, for the greater good. But when she heard the voice speak to her, her arms tensed, flexing what bit of muscle actually showed on her upper limbs. Calmly, she wheeled on her heel to face the prince in front of her. It took her a minute to size him up, making it clear that was what she was doing. The elven woman wanted absolutely no doubt in what she was doing to the man in front of her. Her next move was her most daring. The elf met Saren's haunting blue eyes and her jaw tightened. I'm working, she pointed out to him. Is it a custom here to address women by looks, not rank or stamina? It had been a month since she was dragged from her home and she was still learning so much about the humans around her. One of the gypsy women stepped up, bowing her head towards the prince before whispering in Tari's ear who the man was. Her green eyes twisted to the side, listening to the woman then returning to Saren. Your highness? Really? she questioned, as if she needed to hear it from him to make it true.
Thread: Taming the Gypsy Trade (Valanaer)

Saren watched, the same confident smile on his face as the woman seemed to look him up and down, a thing that he wasn't quite use to. In fact most women simply went crazy at first sight of him with no need to actually get a real feel for him. Sure he was good looking, it wasn't narcissistic to think so when everyone seemed to only notice that, but there was a muscle definition that came from being a warrior, from constant training in case of war and for his own personal enjoyment. He noticed the same on her, the fair elf woman having a bit of muscle herself, still a feminine figure that outshone most women but also strength which was both unusual and attractive. Sure Saren loved the cute little housemaids he often lay with but they were no fun other than that, this elf, he had a feeling she could do a great deal more than look pretty, a trait Saren prided himself on as well. Not only that but soon she showed yet another incredibly entertaining side, a feisty rather spirited side. It had become a spectacle at this point though, she said something most would consider rude, yet Saren found it refreshing. Someone had to ruin it though, one of the gypsies whispered in her ear and soon enough she looked at him but not in the usual way. There was no awe nor did the woman seem to be sorry for her manners in front of him, it was intriguing and brought an even more dastardly smile to his face. Ah, tis true actually and quite an annoying title at that. He said flippantly, as if he didn't care at all for his title. But my title is of no importance, one because I didn't introduce myself as such thus I do not expect to be treated as such, and secondly because as the second prince I am merely prince in title. He said with a calm smirk, tilting his head to the side a bit, looking at the elf's face. Now, you know my name, I wish to know yours, it is only fair. Of course if she knew anything about him she would most likely be wary, maybe she already was, but he had taken a liking to her at first sight and it had only been increased as they spoke. Even at that very moment one of the thoughts going through Saren's head was about how rare an elven woman was and how much he would love to make her his own.
Thread: Taming the Gypsy Trade (Valanaer)

Tari did give him the honour of a name, with little inner debate, but she didn't dare give him her first. No one, not even the gypsies, had learned what her given name was. Much like with several cultures on the outlying areas of the world, a given name gave others a certain power over another being. Only the parents, close relatives and only friends the owner could trust would know the first name, but they would hold the sweet power of command over the person. Eluch'l, the woman told him with a small nod. She was almost challenging him, which came through in her voice, to pronounce her name correctly. For some she had come across, it wasn't an easy task and she had heard it said in more varieties then she could count on one hand. It was true, Saren had given her his name, but she didn't believe he earned more. Yet, if ever. I was lead to believe all humans cared about titles, she admitted, showing a bit of her inner confusion that she tried oh so hard to hide. But who better to ask then a prince, right? He should know about humans enough to answer her question and certainly the culture that lie inside the city.
Thread: Taming the Gypsy Trade (Valanaer)

It seemed that the woman was giving him the name reluctantly and yet again he felt almost excited at how different she was acting compared to the usual woman he tried to bed. She was an elf and that could most likely account for some if not a lot of her behavior, not really having much care for a human, but there was more than that, he could feel it. She did give him a name though, Eluch'l, a name which wasn't at all easy compared to some but at the same time no unmanageable feat for Saren. As a prince he had received a very proper education and he was a highly intelligent individual, sure he was lazy and would most likely never use it to the full potential, but once he learned or viewed something, he would never forget. And luckily enough along with all of the other mandatory subjects, language was one of them, not only the common language most shared but ancient Elven and Dwarven were two other such languages he had studied. While that didn't mean he was guaranteed to get her name right it did mean that he had a very good chance, having a decent bit of knowledge of the language and about as silver a tongue as any. Eluch'l, a lovely name, although anything in the Elven tongue can be viewed as such. Especially compared to the rough language of the human realms. Saren gave her a charming smile, his pronunciation had been precise or at least to him it sounded exactly how she had said it to an ear which while not being untrained was no where close to fluent or native when it came to Elven. She seemed confused though, confused about the human people. That is the beauty Eluch'l, all humans are different, many care for titles but I am not one of them. Simple a that. Of course I do wish to know what it is you do in this group. He moved a bit close to her looking at the golden hoop on her ear and then down her body a bit, imagining how this beautiful creature would react to his touch if he were to have some time with her. His mind was already taken, one tracked many said, how he would lock on to someone or something and always get what he wanted in the end. He was spoiled and at such times he was glad, because Saren wanted this elf, and he would find a way to make her his.
Thread: Taming the Gypsy Trade (Valanaer)

Tari was impressed. She arched her right eyebrow up when he spoke and couldn't help but nod slightly, just out of respect for getting it correct. Not many could on the first try unless they had proper training. Obviously, that had to mean he at at least some sort of training. Her body seemed to loosen as he continued to speak, but she was on complete alert. Nothing about him was comforting and the way he was speaking to her certainly didn't give her any comfort. A crowd began to form around the two of them, as they were blocking the way to view some of the items. No one dared to break them up though, fearing what the prince would do to them. They watched in awe as the woman stood up to the prince and all of them wanted either a show, or to have someone stand up to the royal family. Tari smirked. Humans are different? she asked, finding that hard to believe. Every human who had come close to her village had just been the same looking for goods, people and more land to take to themselves. She dropped that topic like a rock though and continued with his next comment. My own business, she responded. Now please, mind your distance. The elven woman refused to step back, returning to her warrior roots and needing to keep her ground, no matter what. She lifted her hand and held up a single finger, stopping Saren before he could go any further. On her wrist was a thick, silver bracelet held together tightly on the underside of her arm. It was decorated with a strange rune, having something to do with magic, it seemed. Please. Back away.
Thread: Taming the Gypsy Trade (Valanaer)

It was hard to get anywhere with this woman but Saren enjoyed a challenge so it wasn't all so bad, he was going to have fun regardless. In the very least he seemed to have said her name correctly. A crowd was gathering though, people circled around them with interest, which made it a bit annoying to talk to her, sure he didn't mind a crowd or onlookers, but he worked his charm best one on one. Saren was aware that not all of the crowd gathered just to watch him work his charm though, some of them seemed to be finding enjoyment in Eluch'l being so 'brave' and standing up to him in a way. Saren was not the type of prince to get angry that some subjects disliked him though, he knew that was inevitable, besides he had slept with some of their daughters and wives so it was impossible to have complete adoration. Not only that but while he was the public face and showed up to all of the events, he was viewed as the useless prince and his brother seen as the wise and hard working idol that they all looked up to. His attention was on the woman, not the crowd, so he continued to focus on her and it was pleasing to do so. The way she acted like humans being different was a joke, which gave him some indication of what exactly her position was here. If she didn't think humans were different, if she believed them all to be the same, then in all likelihood it meant that she wasn't in human territory by choice. A smile curled onto Saren's lips at the realization and he whispering something so only she could hear, Even if I do not keep my distance... There is nothing you can do about it. Of course he wasn't going to make the lovely elf too mad, teasing her was plenty fun for now, especially with all of the people watching. He was observant of the fact she wore a strange silver bracelet as well, maybe magical, and whilst he didn't back away he did maneuver himself to let people pass. His eyes stayed on the woman for a moment, soaking in every aspect of her feminine yet powerful form. She was a captivating beauty but obviously no damsel that couldn't fend for herself. Saren had always loved beautiful things, especially women, and elven women seemed to be a step above humans by the look of Eluch'l and he was enthralled, he would have her. You know, I think I have found something I want here... He said looking over to one of the gypsy's who had been following him since he arrived, something that happened every time he came to one of their showings, I want some time with the lovely Eluch'l later. Bring her and a few of your fine dancers to the castle for a show, I am sure the king would enjoy a spectacle such as that. Oh and also, I saw a fine dagger on one of the stalls a bit back, bring that when you come as well. He nodded and then turned to Eluch'l a small smirk as he gave her a slight bow, My lady, I will be seeing you later. He said all to happily before beginning to walk off, so many plans running through his head. He was like a demented kid on Christmas.
Thread: Taming the Gypsy Trade (Valanaer)

The tall, thin gypsy who typically dealt with Saren crept behind the man as he spoke, mentally taking down his order as it came out. I'd be pleased to, he agreed with a sly grin, taking a minute to look over Tari himself. He had his eyes on the elf since she was captured, but never had the time to make her his, or even try to. Whatever price they would have gotten for her, if she was sold, would have gone down for 'used goods' and money was worth far more then his own cravings. Not when he already had a youthful human girl to use on his own. As the prince left their small store, Marcus reached forward and grabbed Tari, pulling her close to him and swiftly leading her away. He signalled for a few of the dancers to come with him and set them all to work. The group of women were sent to relax through the day and prepare for the upcoming night. They were careful to bathe with the best herbs and scents available to them. Although Tari didn't enjoy what was to come, she did care for the way the girls were treating her. She had never had a chance to spend time with the others like she was now, as she was always working to travelling around in the back of a wagon, like some captive prisoner. but when time came, Tari argued and fought with Marcus, demanding that she be left behind form the castle that she would nothing but embarrass the gypsies in front of their ruler. Marcus would have none of it and tossed her into the open back wagon with the rest of the performing troop to start up to the castle. With an air of assurance, Marcus told the guards what they were invited to do at the palace that night and quickly slid past, arriving at the proper courtyard, closest to the show room. The girls came out of the back, followed by the two men who were apart of the group, just for support and security and Tari followed behind the two of them. They were all dressed in grander outfits then they had on when they arrived, with plenty of small, light weight metal disks attached to their skirts and lower shirts. Tari didn't have any of the disks, but her clothing was just as decorative. Her top was a deep plum colour, cut to just below her breasts with an over the shoulder strap, folding down into the shirt. Her skirt was a much darker brown colour, which complimented the shirt nicely. It was hanging on her hips and fell to just above her bare feet, which were now decorated with thick ankle bracelets, matching the bracelets, which were large enough to cover the thick silver bracelet. Her hair was fastened up with a leather band, with plenty hanging down around her face. The group were all smiles, cheering at just the idea of performing for someone as important as the royal family. They were spinning, dancing and alerting nearly everyone that they had arrived.
Thread: Taming the Gypsy Trade (Valanaer)

Saren watched the first dance out of the corner of his eye, mostly focusing on Eluch'l despite her not being part of the dance. Not that he disliked the dance that the gypsy women were performing, on any other night he would be trying to figure out which one to seduce and then bed, but tonight he had his chance at something better and his attention was glued to that chance. Of course he had to turn when the man Marcus greeted them, well his father. He came with gifts, some silk for his mother, a blade for his father, and it was a fine blade at that. Unfortunately while his father would graciously accept such a gift he wouldn't treasure a fine blade much at all, he was more interested in other pursuits, weapons being lost of the man, in fact even though he was a king he was a relatively weak combatant, not being as handy with a sword as the knights or Saren. But still, the gesture was appreciated and it was shown from his parents faces how they adored gifts of any sort. The final 'gift' was the best of them all though, the feisty gift from the east, Eluch'l and another man who seemed rather fair and seemed to have a hint of Elven in him as well. Together they performed, something much to be looked forward to and an act which captivated all those present. Even Saren's brother seemed to be enthralled, his eyes locked on to Eluch'l in wonderment. Saren didn't like it of course, he was rather stingy with things that caught his fancy, but nonetheless he couldn't blame anyone for being captured in the Elven beauties essence. When it ended applause rang out and his brother even stood up clapping. His father seemed as thrilled, smiling happily as the man bowed, though a little confused when all Eluch'l did was nod. That stiff prideful nod did get a laugh from Saren though, who stood and clapped a bit before walking around and over to Marcus. Send Eluch'l to my chambers, and have her bring the knife when she comes... He continued past the man, not caring to stay for the next performance, besides his family seemed to enjoy it enough for all of them. Instead Saren went straight to his room, a smile on his face as he walked over and opened up the doors that led out to a balcony that looked out over the land. There he stood, breathing in the fresh air and waiting for her to arrive, because he knew Marcus would do as he was told, that was just the kind of man he was. The only question still left to answer was what kind of woman Eluch'l was, and Saren planned to find out very soon.