Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Mar 22, 2012 23:14:15 GMT -5
Tasha smiles, "You need to learn to laugh at yourself, Arthur. Pride may comfort you, but it is cold comfort at best."
She tries to smooth one hand through Arthur's hair while her other hand cups his cheek. "Why do I have a feeling you don't find who I'm supposed to be nearly as exceptional as who I am now?" Tasha murmurs.
Tasha smirks. She leans back from Arthur, propping herself up on her palms.
"Am I as exceptional as your little beck and call girl?" she asks, grinning wickedly up at Arthur. She hasn't forgotten how you defended Cipher so much that day, and with how much affection you did so, Arthur dear.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 23, 2012 18:34:36 GMT -5
Arthur only smiles at that, because he doesn't quite want to say that he disagrees with her. His pride is one of the things he values most, and only the weak say that it is a cold comfort.
Such thoughts fade, though, when she cups his cheek, letting it rest against the palm of her hand. He relaxes almost instantly, like a dog who receives affection from his master. "Well, she was certainly never this approachable." He chuckles, and plants a brief kiss on her wrist, light as a feather, before she moves her hand away again.
Now that she has let him go, he is free to once again turn to those pancakes. Because at this pace they will never get made! She certainly isn't helping with such complicated questions. He takes a little while to answer. "I can not with a clear conscious compare you to her or vice versa. You are both exceptional, in your own ways. I respect both of you for different reasons." ________________________________
Further touching done with player permission.
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
Posts: 430
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Post by Tasha Walker on Mar 23, 2012 20:24:30 GMT -5
Yes, do get to work on those pancakes, because Tasha is hungry. Arthur had best have some good quality syrups in the pantry too, or Tasha will pout.
Not that she isn't pouting now. Her eyes narrow at Arthur when he refuses to be baited into giving her the answer she wants to hear.
There's a slight edge to her voice when she says, "You are loyal to her. How impressive."
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 23, 2012 20:47:36 GMT -5
Arthur only uses premium products. He likes to spend Octavian's salary in spectacularly exuberant ways.
He notices the way she pouts. At first it puzzles him, but then she keeps asking, and makes it quite clear what is going on. An amused smile creeps onto his features. "Cipher is a valuable and loyal asset. She is most certainly the only human I can trust." He means actual one, but even if he didn't, Tasha wouldn't be among the group. He obeys her, will do what she says, but he does not trust her. "However, whether or not I am loyal to her? That is a very good question. One I am not certain I have the answer too."
Not an outright 'no'.
"Why do you wish to know, milady? Are you jealous, perhaps?" He chuckles, quirking an eyebrow in interest. This, he wants to know.
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
Posts: 430
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Post by Tasha Walker on Mar 23, 2012 21:36:41 GMT -5
Tasha tilts her head. She's not pouting now, and there is a look to her expression that Arthur might find familiar. She looks down and examines her nails as if they are extremely interesting.
At length, she responds, "I do not share that which is mine very well. In that Scourge and I are very alike."
"So if you value your little pet, I would keep her out of my way."
She shudders and brushes a lock of hair from her face. Those words did not come from Tasha. Or Nightshade.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 23, 2012 21:42:46 GMT -5
He recognizes that look immediately. Even with eyes that are hazel and human instead of a harsh red, burning across glass. He says nothing, he just stares, listens and even without knowing it, will obey.
And then Tasha is back. Quickly, he glances down to the pancakes. They can be left alone for the moment. Then, he turns to her, stepping closer, lifting his arms slightly. He wants to give her a comforting hug, but only if she will let him.
Deep down, he wants to strangle her. This desire burns bright enough beneath the veil of control to make his fingers itch.
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
Posts: 430
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Post by Tasha Walker on Mar 24, 2012 21:43:54 GMT -5
Tasha shudders again and brings her knees up to her chest, hugging them to her. "I hate her. I hate her I hate her I hate her. She's mean and cruel and scary and I wish you two had never woke her up." Her voice is small and scared, and it is highly possible she isn't actually talking to Arthur as much as giving voice to the madness in her head.
She looks up as Arthur turns toward her again. Her expression is a mixture of fear and anger, anger at herself, and fear of him. Minutely, she shakes her head, "No...." Don't come any closer, she wants to add, but she's scared to voice her fear.
Do you really want to kill this person Arthur? This very broken human who- when she is purely herself- does not treat you badly at all?
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 25, 2012 7:23:10 GMT -5
When she rejects him, his hands stop. Arthur does not say anything, does not step closer to her. He just gives her a nod of understanding, and then gives her the space she needs, focusing instead on preparing their breakfast.
There is no saying what it will taste like yet, but it smells delicious.
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
Posts: 430
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Post by Tasha Walker on Mar 25, 2012 12:01:23 GMT -5
It does smell delicious, and by the time Arthur is finished cooking, Tasha has regained herself and most of her composure. She slips off the counter and moves up next to him, attempting to slip an arm around his waist and rest her head against him.
"They smell good. Should I dare a taste?"
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 25, 2012 12:09:32 GMT -5
Arthur is hardly one to reject such an embrace from his mistress. If she will permit it, he may even plant a brief and curt kiss on the top of her head. "Of course." His smile returns as he slips the pancakes onto plates, grabs forks and knifes, and slides a pair over to her while his free hand grabs the syrup from the cabinet. He pours on a bit, then sets the bottle near her. If she likes it, she can pour on more herself, this is just to get a taste. "Please, feel free."
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
Posts: 430
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Post by Tasha Walker on Mar 25, 2012 19:49:19 GMT -5
She permits the kiss, but shows no reaction to it. As soon as Arthur puts the pancakes on her plate, she is reaching for silverware with one hand and butter with another. He didn't put on nearly enough. Or enough syrup
Pancakes, you see, are serious business.
Once the pancakes are dressed to perfection, she takes a bite. Tasha chews it thoughtfully.
"Well, it is certainly a decent effort. But I think your baking powder is going off. They didn't rise enough."
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 26, 2012 4:20:18 GMT -5
Arthur was ready to have her swoon over his amazing home made pancakes. He even had his chest puffed out a little.
When her judgment comes, he visibly deflates. "Ah. I did not know that you were an expert on pancakes." He tries to smile and not frown. He is not entirely successful. Then he turns to the nearby phone, dialing the number. "But I am not entirely willing to give up on my efforts. By the end of this morning, I will have made your tongue melt." Now he does smile, wickedly so, and continues to place an order for a home delivery.
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
Posts: 430
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Post by Tasha Walker on Mar 26, 2012 7:29:37 GMT -5
Not even the Sweet King can make wonderful pancakes if his baking powder is off, Arthur dear.
Tasha is frankly confused by Arthur's behavior. She said they tasted good didn't she? And she's eating them, isn't she? They just aren't as fluffy as they could be.
Deliberately, she cuts off another slice from the stack and places it in her mouth. Once the bite is dealt with, she props an elbow on the counter and her chin on her hand.
"Seriously Arthur, you have got to work on that arrogance of yours. It's a bit much."
"These pancakes are perfectly suitable."
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 26, 2012 14:09:32 GMT -5
Arthur was about to hit 'dial' when she calls him out. He turns to her, an eyebrow arched in annoyance. But then a look of confusion settles on his face. Yes, it is a bit much. He is arrogant, but this is something else entirely! "I...Sorry. I merely want you to have a terrific breakfast. Not decent, terrific." His confusion comes through in his voice. Why does he feel like this?
He puts the phone down, and briefly brings a hand up to rub at his temple. Then he drops his hand again, and offers her a sheepish smile. "I suppose that I indeed am taking hospitality to the extreme. Apologies, milady."
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
Posts: 430
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Post by Tasha Walker on Mar 26, 2012 19:55:04 GMT -5
Tasha reaches out and tries to give Arthur's wrist a squeeze. "No, it's all right. You're- well this part of you is at least- a gentleman to a fault. Also, you are attracted to me, and so you are doing a bit of the typical 'impress the girl' things. You don't have to apologize."
She rather likes the fuss over her, all told. She isn't used to it.
"Besides, they really are tasty," she finishes with a grin. She pops another bite into her mouth and then starts grabbing for a napkin as syrup dribbles down her chin.
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