A Dark Mind

Aftermath |Dom + Skyler|​

Skyler had tried to stay strong. She’d tried to stay strong for herself, and for Dominick. She didn’t want to see him worried. She would be fine. It wasn’t the physical scars that continued to linger that were affecting her, but also the mental. The things she’d done were tearing her apart inside. She made her way to the room, when she heard the crash. She jumped a little bit, but then realized it wasn’t even close to being directed at her. She bit her lip, and walked over to her Master, placing a hand on the side of his face. “It’s not nothing,” she whispered softly. “Talk to me. It’s…it’s okay,” she murmured softly. She leaned forward, pressing her forehead against his. “I can take it. I’m here,” she whispered softly, closing her eyes.

The touch of her hand... it was heaven for him. For a moment he felt everything was gone, he felt as good as before and he just hinted a smile for her, purring against that caress as Edgar would do for her. But as soon as she talked... Dominick opened his eyes and frowned to her, taking a step back from her touch that was distracting him from that rage he was feeling was growing deep in his soul. “I’m pretty sure we said to never lie to each other when we started this relationship.” He said, almost growling, reaching down to take the glasses from the floor. “Don’t you think I am well aware you are that strong? You’re the strongest person I know... But you have also a good heart there. They forced you to not only be tortured. No.. they forced you to be the executioner. The tormentor.” He threw the shattered glasses in the trash and took another one to fill it with whiskey. “One thing is me guiding you to that darkness, taking you by the hand and showing you what happens, what it is, what it feels. But they... they just...” He took a deep breath, not wanting to break another glass. “I allowed them to. I am just as guilty.” 

Margeaux whimpered at his words. She loved how he spoke to her and she loved how he called her his fang. “Oh…oh god…” she whimpered, rolling her eyes back in her head slightly as she arched her back towards him. So she did. She came hard over his fingers, her body trembling against his touch. He knew just what he was doing to her and it was driving her absolutely wild. “Oh god, don’t stop…” she gasped.

Rage was not something common for Dominick. Not now. In the past, maybe. In the past he would give into it and let it burn all of his body and his feelings, but he learned better. Although now, he couldn’t just... stop it. What had happened, even though it was weeks ago, made him furious and the more time passed, the more he felt enraged with everybody: the school, the people who laid their hands over Skyler and most of all himself. He took the glass and violently pushed it, making it crash against the wall. Tolkien raised his head as he was laying over the couch next to him and watched his master with a sad expression. “It’s ok pup, it’s nothing.” He said, patting over his head. He stood up and walked toward the wall to collect the glasses when he realized Skyler had just arrived. She was watching him confused... “I just... I just broke a glass... It’s nothing.” 

The djinn remained quiet when he spoke of the slaves, or one in particular.  Despite spending a majority of the day blindfolded, there were still notable absences from the cells - and additions, slaves she recognized despite being claimed.  She’d never witnessed an island punishment like this that exempted some slaves but not others.  At the same time, Jude would not be the one to break the bad news to the Master.  “They say it’s the hope that kills you in some places,” she finally mused aloud, taking some salve from her pocket and applying it to the bared angry skin of the slave she sat beside.  “I find it’s the hope that sees you through these things.”  It was what had gotten her through the day herself, at least.  Hope and knowledge that it would eventually end - she had to get back to teaching eventually.  “Jude Rigby, department head and less mercurial today, apparently.”

Dominick noticed that they were both sharing the speechless attitude toward what was happening over the island. It was a positive thing, at least in his view. He noticed that there was a slight embarrassed silence when he talked about Skyler. He was aware that she was probably experiencing the same thing and that thought drove him mad. But she was going to come back in his protective arms where he could heal her. “Hope does that. Sometimes, more damages than good. That’s why I don’t spread it. I’d rather let them know what they face and know that they will go through it.” He said. Then he reached for her hand and kissed it, even though his usual manners were less charming than his usual self. “Promise I’ll meet you again so I can tell how is your mercurial side?” He said, with a hint of a smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

the cells | jude & dominick

“It’s hardly a lie.”  If there was anyone on the island that knew as much, it would be Jude.  Having been a slave herself decades prior, and then returning to the island to teach not just once but twice - she was more intimately familiar with the comings and goings of the island than most.  “It does end, even if the Headmaster does come up with new and creative ways to torment us.  Nothing is forever.”  Something Dante seemed to be reminded of at the garden party.  Her smile was wry, one brow lifting.  “I’m already on their naughty list, or I wouldn’t be down here and hurting.  There’s nothing they can do to me that I haven’t endured worse.”  The djinn had been through it all between the island and her former Master.  New and more creative punishments would likely pale to Jeremiah.  “Why not give them comfort?” was her counter as she gently stroked the slave’s cheek that she’d sat down beside.  “Everyone deserves some hope, especially them.”

“Then we’re probably on the same list. For different reasons but yet... Part of the same club.” He hated himself for being that... cynical, but there was something about that day that just made him feel like a lemon in a land where you can’t make lemonade. Only acid lemon juice. “Don’t get me wrong... For some of them I would be ready to give my life.. especially for one of them. And they don’t want to see my bad side if they allowed pain over her skin.” He said, not the shadow of a smile over his face as he murmured those words. “But at the same time I taught many times that hope... can be dangerous.. can be...” He stopped as he didn’t know what word to use. He simply looked at her, then he looked in the cell at the slave and finally managed to give a sincere smile. “It might not end soon, but what you need to know is that you’re strong enough to show them you can take it and do it with pride they don’t even know existed before you.” He said, before turning back at her. “I don’t know if we’ve met before. Dominick. Naughty, bitter and quite moody today, I’m afraid.” 

Like a Cat | Dominick & Frankie

Frankie smiled as he spoke about Skyler. “Well, she sounds like a lucky lady to me,” she said. It was nice to run into other masters and mistresses who viewed their other half in the same way that she did. “It’s nice,” she murmured. “Knowing that there are those of us who can cherish those we care about,” she said. 

Dominick smiled then he filled two glasses and raised one toward Frankie. “To the ones we love and cherish. To the luck we had to meet them and may we have this luck for a very long time.” He clicked his glass against hers and took a long sip of the drink, placing it down right after. “Now that’s enough sentimentalism or I’ll have to drop the nickname Dom for something.... softer.” He said laughing. 

His words were dangerously close to pushing Margeaux over the edge. She whimpered against his neck, drinking more, dragging her tongue along the wounds on his neck. She pulled away briefly, breathing heavily against him. “You…are…amazing..” she teased, licking at his neck, before peppering more kisses to his flesh.

Amnesia |Skyler + Dom|​  

Skyler smiled. There was a weird familiarity, that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. There was something there. She easily made her way around the kitchen, looking everything over, her instincts telling her where everything is. She chuckled a little, as Tolkien licked her. “I’ve always had a way with them,” she said. “Sometimes, I like animals more than most people,” she smirked. She watched him, looking down as Edgar rubbed up against her legs. “I must not be all that bad, if the cat likes me,” she teased. She bit her lip. “I feel it,” she said. “Something. I’m not sure what. But, I feel like this is home. That you are…” she broke off a little. “Home,” she said softly.

Amnesia |Skyler + Dom|​  

Skyler nodded at this, licking her lips. “Coffee sounds good,” she said with a weak chuckle. She couldn’t understand why she wasn’t running, but she wasn’t. She didn’t know what was waiting outside. All she knew, was that he was here and he was being so kind to her. She grinned when the cat jumped on the bed, and she immediately scooped him up, scratching him behind the ears. “Edgar, huh?” she said, looking up at him. “And Tolkien? I see a theme, already, and I like it.” She bit her lip, sliding the nightgown on, as she climbed out of the bed. “Do we have muffins?” she asked him softly.

Margeaux groaned a bit at his tease, rolling over so that she could face him. Her lips brushed against his wrist and her fangs ached to sink into him. “I’ll show you whatever you want,” she murmured. She moved in closer to him, pressing her body against his. “Don’t think I won’t or can’t.” She smirked a little bit, delicately scraping her teeth along the side of his arm.