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She pushed the hood back again to stare at him, embarrassment tinting her cheeks. Then she flung herself at him in a huge hug, radiating gratitude overwhelmingly.

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Derek was  a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.

Summer gave Derek the most sceptical expression she could muster and put up her hands, making pushing motions at the mug. It had been bitter and harsh and she felt like something had died in her mouth now. Acquiring another mug from the cabinet, she poked through the refrigerator, identifying a carton that looked promising — milk. After a long gulp to wash the taste of coffee out of her mouth, she looked up at Derek, licking at the milk mustache.

Derek just shrugged and poured her cup out, passing Isaac his. Isaac hummed at his coffee but then nearly choked on the second sip when he saw Summer’s milk mustache. Derek just laughed and kept moving around getting things ready to make food. “Well at least you’ve found something you like.”

Summer emerged from her mug again to stick her tongue out at Isaac, before padding off, trailing robe hem, to find her pad and pencil. ‘what today? I don’t know what to do here’.

Auction [just for stupid]

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Send “Auction” for your muse buying mine as their slave

Derek snarled lowly but kept his head down as he was transferred to the person that bought him, seeing a small female form before him now.

“Most of us are desperate to be free. We seize it and run. Or beg.” She ran her fingers through her short hair.

“You’re passive.” It made it hard /not/ to treat him as a slave. Autumn figured he was testing them, waiting to see if they kept their word. Summer was afraid he was too broken to be saved. They had those sometimes.

It usually took Summer a week to recover from what she saw as failure.

“I’m observative,” he corrected. It wasn’t much of a correction. He took in what was happening, and if he didn’t see an opportunity he wanted to take, he would wait. That would give off the passive air. 

“I get tired of running. I’ve been running. My whole life. Begging? Never got me anything. Got me tortured more often than not. No begging. Observing. Taking it in. Exploring for myself. And not approaching me with ‘You’re kinda free but you’re going to want to work for me, that or you get to go figure out how to live on your own after nearly 15 years in a slave market kay have fun’.” He had sunk down slowly against the wall until he was sitting, legs straight out in front of him. This day, as short as it had been, had already taken it all out of him. 

“You’ve enough spirit to snarl, but not take care of yourself.” Autumn leaned against the doorframe, watching him slump. “What do you want?”

the Tale of Sir Isaac

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Summer eased herself from Isaac’s hold, picking up a rich robe from the tumbled fabrics at the foot of the bed. “In just a moment,” she murmured, unconscious of how far her bearing had come from the nervous serf-girl. She slipped into the robe, lifting her hair out from the neck of it to spill down her back in burnished waves. Opening the door a crack, she exchanged low words with the guard on duty. When she turned back her gaze lingered on Isaac, stretched out in the bed.

“The seneschal wants to see you. He came by earlier, but my people sent him away,” she explained. “I’ve sent for breakfast, but in the meantime,” she climbed slowly back into the bed, “you should tell me some of those thoughts now.”

Laying sprawled out atop the covers, Isaac made absolutely no effort to hide himself away, comfortable being this open and vulnerable in the company of the woman he loved. Sweat glistened on his long body, muscles rippling under his pale skin as he shifted a little, eyes locked intently on her moving form as he smiled tenderly.

“He can wait — I want to spend as long as possible with you before other people begin monopolising our time,” he stated defiantly and sat up on his elbows, eyes glinting with mischief and just a little nervousness. “Yeah? Do you want me to tell you what I think of, what thoughts I allowed to fill my mind in your absence?”

“Yes,” she breathed, laying gentle kisses up his torso. “Tell me everything.”

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Derek snarled lowly but kept his head down as he was transferred to the person that bought him, seeing a small female form before him now.

Spring’s face was still impassive, calm, but Summer closed her eyes, looking pained. She pulled her hand back, then laid the folder on the little table by the door, on top of the few medical tools there. “This is why I wish you could trust us, just a little. Everything we do makes you afraid. I don’t understand it! There’s no trick, no trap, you can ask any question you like, do anything you like!”

She buried her face in her hands, and Spring came to place a hand on the redhead’s shoulder. “I told you,” she said softly, looking at Derek. “She takes it as a personal insult. Please go, for now.”

Derek didn’t hesitate at that moment, asked to leave. He left the room at half a run, but he didn’t know where to go besides his ‘own room.’ He sniffed it out by scent, remembering the way pretty well but using his nose to be sure. He shut the door and used the lock this time, not caring that he felt closed in. He needed a little security right now. He’d been yelled at for being afraid when he’d been taught to fear his entire life by the cruelty of another hand. He went into the bathroom, closing that door as well, and sat in the tub with his arms around his legs, back pressed to cold tile, easing the ache of the healing whip marks that he’d tried to keep out of sight of the others all day already.

After a long time, a sharp tap came at his door. An unfamiliar voice called, “I know you’re in there. Please open the door. I swear I just want to talk.”

She pushed the hood back again to stare at him, embarrassment tinting her cheeks. Then she flung herself at him in a huge hug, radiating gratitude overwhelmingly.

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Derek was  a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.

Isaac slid the pad across the table to him, just out of Summer’s reach. She flailed at him, then huffed and folded her arms at them, radiating not-entirely-sincere displeasure. Then, since it was clear she wasn’t going to get to ‘say’ anything, she picked up their plates and marched off to wash them too.

When she turned back, Isaac was leaning over Derek’s shoulder, both of them peering at the list. “We’re going to need Lydia for this. Maybe Kira too.”

Derek chuckled at Summer’s flailing, keeping the pad away from her hands and then chuckled again as she huffed off into the kitchen. “I’m not sure if she believed me when I told her I’d help,” he told Isaac with a soft smile. 

Nodding at the suggestion, he looked over the list one last time. “It’s not like they’d object, they like to help with those types of things. But no, I will not let Lydia within 100 feet of my closet still, make sure to pass that along. Hey Summer,” he called lightly.

She poked her head back in, hands full of dripping plate, and made an expression of listening.

Ace drew his shower curtains and stepped down on his mat, towel wrapped low around his waist. Just as he moved to tend to his scruff before the mirror, he tripped over something fluffy. Looking down, he saw Helios at his feet, ears flattened, eyes narrowed to slits. “How did you…?”

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“I don’t … ” She trailed off, jerked back to something, hope maybe; the emotional whiplash is painful too. “Can you … ” she tried again, and lost it. Without the driving force of anger, she didn’t know how to respond to him.

Should she, could she kiss him? Ask for more? Walk away — no, that wasn’t an option.

Tense, alert to any motion of rejection, Summer lifted up on her toes, reaching to pull his head down to hers.

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Helios licked his nose insolently, before bending to lick drops of water off Ace’s feet. He washed one spot assiduously, before hopping in the shower and looking up at the shower head. Then he looked at Ace, tail waving, and back at the shower head.

Ace’s gaze averted to the floor as she spoke, eyebrows quirking as she tried to ask something of him, before drifting off. Does he move away because he’s making her uncomfortable, or does she want him closer?

Nobody has before but Lily. Slowly, his grip loosened on her waist and he shifted his weight from side to side, contemplating whether he should take a single step back for her to collect herself.

But when her hand cupped the back of his neck, and guided his lips down to hers, a single corner of his lips began to quirk and he closed his eyes.

Hesitantly, she brushed her lips to his, wobbling against him. The heat of his bare skin felt searing against her chest. “You can have me,” she whispered. “If you want.”

the Tale of Sir Isaac

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She propped herself up on her elbows, watching avidly. So many times, they were in a hurry, so wound up with desire and need that they stumbled out of their clothes and into the bed, and she never really got a chance to properly look at him. She loved the length of him, how he was so tall and yet leanly muscled, strong but elegant. A study in contrasts. She licked her lips, forcing herself not to simply reach out and drag him down.

He squirmed a little at her roaming eyes, entirely unused to being naked like this and gazed at, but he found her expression to be quite intriguing. “I love you,” he murmured softly as he tugged off the remainder of his clothes, casting them aside in the long grass as he lowered his body to hers, kissing her sweetly as he brushed some hair back from her face.

Summer wrapped her arms around him, burying one hand in his hair and returning his kiss passionately. After a moment, she arched up into him, wordlessly demanding a return to his previous activities.

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Summer looked up at Ace as his tone intensified, eyes widening a little. Apparently she’d accidentally ripped open a well of pain, and she put the necklace down to reach out a hand and put it on his knee. “I’m sorry,” she offered. She looked down, and back up at him. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Her own memories didn’t matter in the face of this. Yeah, Jesse had hurt her, expecting a kind of perfection she was never going to attain, but this — if they’d known each other longer than an hour she would have offered to hug him.

In exchange for his words, she said, “That person — that I was with, before — he … believed if you really loved each other you wouldn’t fight. And I’m … kind of a temperamental person.”

When her hand closed around Ace’s knee the first time, he stiffened, being snapped out of his own stupor by the simplest, most tender touch he’s ever been rewarded, a platonic action laden with something a lot deeper.

He swallowed, gaze lowering to the necklace she set on the table before them, and tried to meet Summer’s eyes, instead fixating on the curl of her lips.

“M’fine,” he muttered, his stare wavering as he fought to gain control of himself once again, because, of course, the eyes were indeed the window to the soul.

“See, they say opposites attract,” he started in a low voice, jaw set, “but I believe there has to be some type of common ground, if so. Something to make it all worth-while since they’re so god damn different from each other.”

Summer nodded encouragingly, squeezing a little. Ducking her head, she tried to catch his eyes, but he kept pulling them away. She’d never heard a more unconvincing ‘I’m fine’ in her life. He seemed so prickly, and then it turned out there was this well of pain.

“It has to be more than just lust,” she murmured. She drew in a deep breath, drawing back her hand. “Can you tell me what happened?” Curiosity was her besetting sin.

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Rafael snapped his mouth shut with a click. After a moment, he spoke again, upper servant’s accent back in place, with a cool distance. “My deepest apologies, Master Isaac. I spoke out of place. My remarks were ill-considered and uncalled for.” He bent and picked up Isaac’s sword, offering it hilt-first, and bowed when the knight took it. Stiffly, he left the room.

Isaac felt shame and guilt flood through his body then and he winced, head bowing low as he opened and closed his mouth a few times. He may be the Master and Rafael the servant, but Isaac had always attempted to treat the other male like an equal of sorts, and to be talking down to him like this, even when enraged, caused him to feel a sickness forming. “I’m sorry…” He choked out then, fingers twitching by his side as he reached to take the sword, regarding the male before him with a helpless frown. “But that’s the way it is, Rafael, and nothing you can say will change my mind on the matter…”

Rafael didn’t answer, but his elevated chin and stiff posture said it all as he left. Summer waited for Isaac at the door, eyes worried. “The Prince sent a messenger to look for you,” she said quietly.

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“The farther the better,” she said fervently. She patted Buttons’ neck. “Your poor horse, having to carry both of us, and in a hurry, too.” Buttons whuffled and plodded on. They didn’t actually stop very often, once or twice for water, once for lunch, a few times to relieve themselves. As dusk began to close in, they emerged from the Wolf Forest into an area of carefully tilled fields. A castle loomed in the distance.

“Is that it?” she asked softly, waking from a slight doze.

“Neither of us are particularly heavy, Summer, but I’ll be sure to spoil him when we reach our destination…I usually do anyway. That blasted horse and his treats,” he murmured fondly and scratched behind Button’s ears, before gently kissing Summer on the neck.

Hours later, once night had fallen and Isaac once again felt the tempting pull of sleep, they finally approached the castle, and he smiled. “That’s home, yes. It’s a sight for sore eyes, I can tell you that. When I was small, I wanted nothing more than to play in there, you know?”

“Did you not grow up there?” Summer asked, surprised.