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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 26, 2012 20:11:43 GMT -5
The gentle touch of her fingers around his wrist help him put his mind at ease. It takes away all of his worries, makes him smile. "True, I am rather fond of you, and I do admire your beauty...That probably would befuddle my actions." He chuckles, the sound soft, warm. Almost uncharacteristically so.
"Thank you, milady." His heart swells with pride at her compliment, none the less. His smile turns into a confident one before his lips part, ready with another comment, when his eyes settle on the result of her enthusiastic sampling. Oh my. He watches the syrup trace down from the corner of those full lips and down her soft skin, his eyes fixated. Inwardly, Onslaught shudders with disgust at those feelings he loathes, but his human side is enjoying this.
He reaches the tissues sooner then she does and steps forward, wiping it away, but through them his fingers briefly caress her chin. As he does this he speaks, in a quiet whisper, edged with a seductive tone. "Probably for the best that I am a gentleman...Because right now, milady Tasha Walker, you look absolutely ravishing and I would love to do just that."
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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.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Mar 26, 2012 21:18:01 GMT -5
Tasha goes very still when Arthur touches her chin. There's a bit of the wide-eyed innocent in how she looks at this moment, the Tasha Walker who really is the quiet, shy wallflower wondering at the physical attention, and fearful of it. The fear makes her other half stir restlessly, and Arthur's words only increase the stirring.
Tasha doesn't want Nightshade to come out. Arthur is a nice man- mostly- and he doesn't deserve what she'd do to him. Tasha feels more Tasha around him than around anyone else. Arthur probably deserves what Sable would do to him if she heard his declaration, though.
That Tasha thinks Nightshade is the worse evil says quite a lot.
She jerks back from his touch. "Don't!" Her hand hits the edge of the plate and knocks it from the counter, sending pancakes and syrup flying.
"Don't," she whispers, "Please don't talk to me like that, Arthur."
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 30, 2012 11:16:27 GMT -5
As soon as poor little Tasha starts to crumble, Arthur stops, steps back...And watches. He watches her with a distant look, watches sweet Tasha Walker crumble as she tries to hold back the evil that lurks in her mind. He is uncertain what to feel, his subconscious warring with thoughts that have been forced upon him.
For the briefest of moments, his subconscious wins out.
The corner of his lip pulls up. A faint hint of a smile.
Then, her broken words reinforce the control she has over him, and genuine, if forced worry overtakes his face. There might even be a bit of regret in there, and laced through his voice. "I am sorry, milady. I did not..." He stops himself. This does not help, he knows this, and he does not want Nightshade to come out again and mock him for caring.
Arthur turns, leaving the mess on the floor for what it is, and grabs his plate. He slides it over to her, along with the butter and syrup, allowing her to decide for herself how much she will use of both. "What would you like to drink, milady? Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate?"
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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.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Apr 1, 2012 13:54:01 GMT -5
Tasha is too distracted- too distraught- to catch that small smile at her expense from Arthur. There's a mess on the floor, and syrup and butter staining the very fine dress he gave her to wear.
It's his question that starts her out of stasis. She looks down at the plate he's pushed toward her, at the broken, sticky pile on the floor, and then back at Arthur.
"I'm not going to take your breakfast," she says, "I can have some cereal or something quick like that." Tasha grabs up a kitchen towel, kneels, and starts to gather the shards of pottery and larger bits of pancakes into the towel. She made the mess. She ought to clean it up.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Apr 7, 2012 19:48:09 GMT -5
Arthur watches her as she cleans. And then, there's that smile again. He likes the sight of her on her knees. This is something he even realizes with his enthralled mind. It is punished with another flare of his headache. But why is that? Why does he enjoy this? Why does he get a headache so often around her?
The answer lies on the tip of his tongue, but he doesn't quite manage to make that connection. The headache does not allow it. The headache compels him to look down and ask, "Do you require assistance?".
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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.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Apr 7, 2012 23:21:57 GMT -5
Tasha has the larger pieces picked up, but sweeping would be a useless endeavor, a sticky as the floor is.
She looks up. "Do you have cleaner, or is this something I should leave for someone else."
It is occurring to her that behaving like a maid in front of him is probably not a good idea. She isn't sure why it isn't a good idea, but it isn't.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Apr 11, 2012 17:29:40 GMT -5
Arthur does have a cleaner, but she's not coming in until later. He does not mention this. He turns to a cabinet below the sink, opens it, and shows her the supplies that are stashed beneath there, smiling all the while. In a way that would make one's skin crawl. "Will these do?"
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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 Apr 15, 2012 0:09:54 GMT -5
This time, Tasha is actually looking at Arthur when that odd smile spreads across his face. Her eyes narrow as she cocks her head to one side, and she studies him for several seconds. After a moment she shrugs.
"Oh well. I thought you were man enough not to think a woman belonged on her knees, but it seems I may have been wrong." Tasha doesn't sound angry, just resigned, as if she's just realized the inevitable.
She holds out her hand, "That one with the degreasing agent will be fine."
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Apr 18, 2012 18:06:07 GMT -5
When she says that, the faithful, obedient servant returns. After a momentary look of confusion, of course. "Apologies, milady. I did not mean to insult you like this." He grabs the cleaning supplies and gets down on his knees, in front of her, the mess in between them. When he looks up at her, it's with an apologizing, yet warm smile. "Now, please, rise. I can clean this myself. Let me reward your kindness."
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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 Apr 22, 2012 13:56:43 GMT -5
"Mmmhmmm."
Tasha doesn't stand immediately, instead sitting back on her knees and studying Arthur. "I am not a kind person, Arthur. There is nothing to reward," she says softly.
She grasps the edge of the counter and pulls herself up. Provided there is pot of coffee ready, she will fix herself a cup. It's more milk and sugar than coffee, but it suffices.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on May 3, 2012 19:06:48 GMT -5
Arthur looks at her just as closely as she observes him, with an uncertain, pondering look. Then, he smiles softly, as he says: "No, I suppose that you are as evil as I am. But that deserves it's own rewards, does it not?"
Then he focuses on the mess still on the floor, setting about to clean it. But he's clutching the rag tightly, and with his gaze turned away from hers, there's a certain clarity and anger in his. Clarity has not yet settled in. Not with her still nearby. But once she leaves, and he will be alone with his own thoughts...That's when we will see what happens when a master is made a servant. _________________
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