#pika-queued

Questions of Muns with Canon Muses || Always Accepting

I answered this one here a while ago, but I have another answer too!

HP Sentence Starters - Accepting

Lily gave her daughter a sideways glance, and her lips twisted into a pained smile. “You’re too young to be this wise,” she murmured as she slipped her arm around the girl’s shoulders.

All Lily had ever wanted to do was protect her children from growing up in the war like she had, from suffering the same way she and James had all those years. And she’d failed, on all fronts.

Muse:

Name: Lily J. Evans 
Nickname: Lil, Lils, Lily flower, Tiger Lily (although she might kill you if you call her that one) 
Zodiac Sign: Aquarius 
Gender: Female 
Favourite Color: Purple 
Average Hours of Sleep: 6-7. Any less and I’ll probably be homicidal. 
Last Thing You Googled: What’s a Google? That sounds inappropriate. 
Height: 5′6″

Mun:

      ❝ don’t FROWN so much, darling           haven’t you            ever heard that it causes wrinkles?? ❞

“You’re out of your bloody mind if you think I’m going to be able to do much else right now.”

      ❝ aw….but you’re much too PRETTY to just be sitting           and pouting, darling. ❞

That feeling flared up again, the one that told Lily this conversation could go very poorly for her very quickly. She’d had it a lot lately. She glanced up at the woman and said, “That’s fine because I’m not pouting.”

      ❝ really?? you could have FOOLED ME, sweetheart.          but, hey           what do i know?? ❞

“I don’t know. What do you know?” The response came out before she could reign it back in and it was all she could do not to wince once it had slipped out. Bloody hell. She was going to get herself killed here.

               emmeline raises a single ebony eyebrow at the other, a small chuckle falling from red lips. this girl had FIRE. it’s what caused her to be drawn to erica               her pet. that fire that chains couldn’t BEAT out of them. ❝ i don’t know. maybe nothing, by that tone of voice. ❞ she was teasing, but, her eyes raked over the girl. could her household really handle TWO firecrackers??

Right. She was supposed to be keeping it low key. There would be no chance at escaping if she was stupid enough to get herself bought before she had time to make her move.

“Maybe not,” she agreed simply and tried to turn away. She didn’t like being on any of the masters’ radars, and right now, she was on way too many of them. She didn’t need to add this woman to the mix.

               she raises her eyebrows at the sudden change of heart by the ginger girl in front of her. it was apparent to her that the girl was not born here, perhaps only came to chains RECENTLY. the slaves that had been born here were MUCH DIFFERENT.

              ❝ i see…well, do you have a name, sweetheart?? ❞ she was a beautiful girl, she couldn’t deny that much. she was surprised she hadn’t been snatched up yet, actually. unless something was wrong with her. but, many of her fellow MASTERS would see her fiery spirit as a PROBLEM. emmeline did not share that same outlook.

And just like that, the sass was back. “Are there people who don’t have names?” she wondered aloud before wincing. Okay, that was the kind of thing she probably needed to learn to keep to herself. “Of course I have a name.” But that didn’t mean she wanted another Master to have it as well.

               ❝ i suppose there COULD be people without names. but that doesn’t answer what your name is, sweetheart?? ❞ she supposed she could always FORCE the slave girl to tell her her name         but, that wasn’t exactly her style. even in a brutal master and slave environment, she couldn’t bring herself to be FORCEFUL and RESTRICTIVE. she just couldn’t.

She felt strangely better knowing she’d made the master work for it a little bit. “My name’s Lily,” she said at last. “Do I get yours in return? It’s only fair.” Not that they cared about fair in Chains, but oh well.

            emmeline gives a small SMIRK at the slave’s words. she definitely had fire. she had made that quite evident throughout the course of this conversation not all of the city’s slaves would be so BOLD. ❛ i’m emmeline salvatore. & i’m going to go out on a LIMB to say that you weren’t born here?? ❜

“Is it that obvious?” Lily asked while fighting the urge to roll her eyes. “No, I wasn’t born here.” And she didn’t intend to stay. “I’ve been here for a few weeks.” It evidently wasn’t long enough to beat the sass out of her.

Faye was having a conversation with one of the slave house masters when she noticed a girl looking over. “Excuse you?”

Lily was doing her best to stay under the radar here. Things were starting to settle and starting to go well now that she was used to the area and not yet tied to a master. She didn’t want to do anything to mess that up, so she’d been trying to take Theo’s advice and be discreet. She hadn’t meant to get caught up listening to a couple of masters, but it had happened.

So she tried to react like a normal, considerate person and keep the damage of her mistake to a minimum. “O-oh, I’m sorry,” she said quickly and tried to duck away. Whoops.

She didn’t like to be eavesdropped on, especially not by some pathetic little slave who couldn’t find something better to do with their insignificant little lives. She was trying to figure out the slave situation and why all the good ones seemed to be taken before she got there. She was paying to be informed first.

“You should be. Who the hell do you think you are?” Faye stalked over to her, already in a bad mood because of the house slave master.

Ah, bloody hell. She wasn’t going to be able to get off as easily as she’d hoped to. That was another master who she could count on the list of those who didn’t seem to like her. Hopefully they didn’t dislike her enough to try buying her. She grimaced as she turned back to the woman and shook her head.

“It was a mistake. Didn’t mean to stop. Sorry about that.”

“No no, don’t think that you can just give me a meek little apology and think that everything is okay. Isn’t there someone here who disciples you? Someone who teaches you respect?”

Faye had already been in a foul mood and this situation wasn’t helping. She wanted to use magic and seal her mouth or eyes shut but she knew that they wouldn’t appreciate her making a scene.

“Yes, people do attempt,” Lily sighed. The lesson didn’t seem to stick, though. “Look, I am sorry. I wasn’t trying to be a bitch and hover or anything.”

That was as sincere as she was going to get. She just hoped the master would accept it and they could move on with their lives. Lives, hopefully, that didn’t involve one another.

“I don’t care what you were trying. Who do you think you are that you have the right to talk to me like you’re even close to an equal. Because you’re not. You’re right under the gum I scrape off my shoe.”

Everything about this girl was making her more mad and she wasn’t completely sure why.

Oh, hell no. Lily knew that was a mindset all of the masters here held, but it wasn’t often that she was confronted with it so sharply. She didn’t do well with the whole assertion of dominance thing.

“You see, that’s the problem with this place. For whatever reason, you’ve assigned value based on the fact that your society tells you to. You know what? Where I come from, you’re just a pathetic bitch who tries to torment other people to feel good about herself because you know your own life is worthless,” she spat.

“Uh, it’s a mess hall, basically. I’m sure there’s a kitchen somewhere but I get the feeling we’re not allowed into it,” she said. “Dinner’s in an hour. Don’t get your hopes up.” It was glorified slop, mostly.

“We’re not allowed to do anything, so I get the feeling that your feeling is right. But that’s never stopped me before.” She shrugged. “Don’t worry, I won’t be.”

Lily regarded the girl with a bit of a smile. She seemed to have attitude, and a slight disregard for the rules. Lily liked seeing that in the people here. “Has it not? Rumor has it these guards can be quite persuasive when it comes to stopping unruly behavior.”

“I heard that too, I just refused to let it stop me.” One of these days she was going to get into serious trouble and the outcome would not be pretty. She gave a little shrug of her shoulders.

Lily grinned to hear that. “That’s smart. Well, probably not all that smart, but it’s good to hear I’m not the only one who doesn’t let these people walk all over me.” It had definitely gotten her in trouble before, but what did she care? She wasn’t meant to be here and she wasn’t staying.

“I kind of hate people trying to walk all over me.” And by kind of she meant she did. A lot. She’d been raised a leader, not just some pretty mindless thing, existing only to follow orders. No, she was the exact opposite of what this place wanted her to be.

“You have no idea how happy I am to hear someone else say that,” Lily said. “I’m so sick of watching the way everyone else here reacts, like it’s okay to be treated as something lesser just because someone else has the upper hand. I’ve had just about enough of that.”

“What were you planning on doing about it?” It was one thing to talk about changing something or fighting back, but actually trying to pull it off? Yeah, that was a whole different ball game. Especially here where any disobedience would be met with the dreaded ‘death or worse’.

She shrugged and glanced around to make sure the guards weren’t paying them any attention before leaning a little closer to Alison. “I’m leaving,” she whispered. “Currently trying to figure out where the weakest points in their security are.”

“They’ll kill you,” she said, yet her tone was more of a hushed whisper of excitement than an actual admonition. Was it worth trying to help her? It seemed like it might be. If they got caught they’d probably kill her too but a fast death was preferable to living here until she died. Her own eyes moved over to the guards, who knew how many of them were werewolves? They could be listening in. But there wasn’t exactly anywhere private to have a conversation. Any help she wanted to offer would have to be offered in secret.

“Yes, maybe they will,” she said quietly and followed Alison’s gaze around the room. “But...” Maybe she would succeed. She left the thought hanging between the two of them and shrugged as she sat back. “Hey, if you don’t have anything else to do, I could show you around later?” she offered as an excuse to get her alone. If they could find a place to talk about this without guards, maybe they’d actually get somewhere.

“I’m not even sure what there is to do around here,” Except the masters, obviously, “So I could do with a teacher and a tour guide.” And they could do with a little time to themselves to talk of rebellion without the guards catching on. It didn’t seem likely, they were pretty thorough, but then, what did it matter? They either died trying, actually succeeded or lived their entire life on their knees.

“Brilliant. I’d be happy to show you, then,” Lily smiled and got up. “It’s a pretty small space all things considered, so you’ll have your bearings in no time,” she assured as she waited for Allison to follow, then beckoned her out of the mess hall. She led the way to the library where fewer guards hung around, lowering her voice.

“I’ve been watching when they all change shifts. It’s a tight system but not impossible to sneak through. Their weakest point is at the back of the house, because it seems to lead into a forest of some sort. Perhaps if we can make it that far, we can hide out until they give up chase, or lose them in the trees while we circle back around to the street.”

“Great, thanks.” It seemed strange to her, just how much of a smile this woman could muster even in the most dire of situations. It seemed beyond Allison’s means at least to even try and smile. Still, she did her best to mimic the other woman and followed her towards the library. Books seemed to be the only thing they were allowed to touch in this place, besides the stuff for doing chores, that was.

She listened to Lily’s plan and she wanted to laugh. The idea of two humans outrunning and hiding from a group of werewolves and vampires in a forest? It was impossible. Her voice was barely a whisper as she answered her. “Not a chance. They’d track us immediately, they can see, hear and smell better than we can in the forest at night. We’d be blind and they’d be in their element.”

Hmm, she had a point. It wasn’t one Lily liked, but they would certainly need to consider it. “They won’t have kept my wand, I’m sure,” she pursed her lips. “Otherwise, all we’d need to do is find it and I could get out of here no problem.”

So they needed a way to outwit the supernatural. “What do they do to the slaves who die here?” she asked. “How do they dispose of them?”

She almost did bump into him as he blocked her path, but stopped and took a step back. Her gaze rose to meet his, narrowed in irritation at his insistence on holding a conversation.

“I said, excuse me,” she growled and tried to shoulder past him this time. When that didn’t work and he continued to question her, she set her hands on her hips and glared at him.

“You know, people don’t seem to like me very much,” she snapped. “Please. Move. Now.”

“No, I will not,” Adrian stated in a deadpan tone. While he was probably the most easy going of the Master’s, that didn’t mean he would stand there and take disrespect from a slave. It took all his self control not to bare his fangs at the girl.

Finally he calmed down and crossed his arms as he looked at her. “Well, it is clearly not your looks they don’t like, because you’re fucking gorgeous,” he told her, blowing the rest of the smoke from his mouth to the side.

Once he realized she wasn’t going to answer his question, Adrian decided to use compulsion on her. Feeling that oh so familiar sensation as the magic flowed through him. Gazing into her eyes, Adrian pushed further with is question. “Why are you in such a hurry? Got something planned?”

Lily had been running into people as stubborn as she was ever since she’d arrived, but it didn’t make the interactions any easier. She knew how this was likely to end, particularly after a run in with the slave house guards and another sadistic master had left her bruised for weeks. She had a feeling this one would end much the same way if she wasn’t careful.

Still, it was hard to curb her tongue when he was so rude about complimenting her. How was that even possible? “Looks are hardly indicative of tolerability, which I think is what most people have trouble with. I’m incredibly annoying,” she smirked at him.

The smirk faded as she felt something prodding at her mind. “What are you doing?” she asked before the answers to his question slipped out of her mouth as well. “I was going to eat. And of course I’ve got something planned. I’ve been planning to leave since the day I got here. It’s not exactly a secret.” But it still hadn’t been anything she needed to say out loud! What was she doing?!

“Well, maybe I like annoying,” Adrian said as he left the magic fade from his charm after she admitted to him what she was up to. Of course she was trying to escape, most slaves that were not native to Chains wanted to escape. Giving her a once over, Adrian couldn’t help but chuckle.

“We can’t have you potentially getting caught trying to escape, considering that there is a possibility you’d be killed as punishment,” the Moroi spoke, reaching out to run fingers along her face gently. “You say you are hungry? I’m betting they don’t feed you very good at this place, so how would you like to become mine? Get your own clothes, a shower every night, hot food on the table, and of course, you would be able to get laid any time.”

“You wouldn’t like living with annoying,” she decided for him, because there was no way in hell she was being bought. Sure, it might increase her chances of being able to escape, but the thought of being owned and all that came with it? There was no way she’d allow herself to be pushed into that situation.

She leaned back away from his hand when he reached out to touch her face. “I’m fine with being killed,” she snapped. That was an escape in and of itself, not the most ideal but bearable in comparison to servanthood. “I’ll stay here. It’s fine, thanks,” she half growled, her defenses raising now that he’d brought up taking her home. Hell no. “And not that it’s any of your business but I didn’t have trouble getting laid, as you so crassly put it, before.”

“Funny, because sex is not allowed in the slave house,” Adrian responded before finally taking a deep breathe and leaning against the wall beside her. “You may not have an issue with dying, but I am not going to let you get yourself killed,” he spoke as calm as he could.

“If you haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly like the other Masters around here. I don’t use violence to discipline, I am not an asshole either. Lily, just think about it. Staying here, you run the risk of being bought by somebody against your will, you’ll be forced to clean houses, cook, treated like an actual slave instead of having the slightest bit of freedom.” Of course, he could buy her against her will, but that was not something he was going to do, mainly because he wanted to earn her trust.

In order to make sure that this was made easier, against his better judgement, he summoned the Spirit magic once again for compulsion, gazing into her eyes once again. “Lily, you’re going to give up these plans of escaping. You value your life too much to actually throw it away by trying to get killed. Whatever you’ve already planned, you’re going to forget about it and be more open minded to those who try to help you out.”

“Yeah, I’m well aware. I’m talking about before. You know, when I had my own life and a boyfriend,” she glared.

It was surprising to hear he wasn’t the violent sort of Master, because everything about him warned her not to cross him. Maybe it would have been less terrifying if he was violent. This was just eerie and off-putting. As little as she wanted to concede, she had to admit he made a point. There were a lot of Masters lurking around here who weren’t shy about how poorly they treated their slaves. She didn’t want to end up at their mercy.

She stared back up at him as he spoke, his voice so soothing it was hard to focus on what he was saying. “I do value my life,” she mumbled as the realization dawned on her. Certainly, she valued it enough to get out of this slave house and into a better situation. Who knew? Maybe she would find that with Adrian.

“What would living with you entail?” she frowned. “I mean, what do you want?”

“Well, if you mean do I want you to clean my house and such? No, I have people to do that for me,” he stated as the magic died down once more. “All that I ask is you respect me, the house and any other slave that I bring home, which will probably be only one other. There aren’t too many of you that appeal to me,” Adrian stated with a shrug. “It is all up to you, in the end. If you’re able to accept these rules, that is.”

She didn’t understand what he stood to gain from this if he didn’t want her to do anything for him. It sounded too good to be true. She bit her lip and thought it over. “Well...I guess there’s not a lot keeping me here,” she admitted reluctantly. At least, there wasn’t anything keeping her here now that she forgot completely about her escape plans.

“Perfect!” Adrian chimed at her words before giving a fanged smile. “Well, come on then. I’ll go and pay right now and we’ll take you back home, get you cleaned up and into some clean clothing,” Adrian told her before regaining his composure and turning past her to find the Master in charge of taking payments. Once he had paid everything and filled out all the paperwork, the Master updated her info and they were free to go.

The fangs startled her but she didn’t think there was much she could do to take it back now. What was she getting herself into?

She stayed silent out of pure discomfort as he filled out the paperwork and handed over her sum, a pathetic amount set in an effort to get rid of her. The training they inflicted here had never really stuck and she was convinced the guards wanted to be rid of her. They finally had what they wanted, didn’t they?

She followed him out, not sure what there was to say as they headed for the first new location she’d seen in weeks. Finally, she managed, “Uh, so...do you have any others?”

“Right now? No. I have my eye on one or two other’s though. I hope that won’t cause any jealousy, will it? I mean, you’ll always be more than welcome to join in on anything that happens with another,” he told her with a smile once they were in his car. He’d mostly had his eye on her since she arrived, so this was most pleasing to him.

“Since it is your first day out of the Slave house, what’s the first thing you would like to do when we get home? Shower? Eat? Get naked? All of the above? It’s all up for you. I’m not like the other’s, you will have a voice in what happens, and I will not force you to do anything, such as sleep with me when you don’t want to, et cetera.” The male spoke before stopping at a red traffic light.

“I would personally advocate for you getting one who is actually open to the idea of sex because as it currently stands,” and would continue to stand, “I am not.” Not with him, anyway. If she ever got home, all bets were off.

She wrinkled her nose when he ran through the list of things she could do, but at least he reassured her that he wasn’t going to make her do anything. She nodded slowly as she considered it all. “I wouldn’t mind a shower. Alone,” she specified quickly. “Or food...Uh, I can cook, if you don’t really do that.” It was the least she could do to thank him for even getting her out of that slave house, and he was being decent so far.

“You still don’t trust me enough, do you? Were you like this with suitors back home as well?” He asked, genuinely confused. This was going to be one thing he won alone, without the assistance of his compulsion. “I’ll win you over, just wait,” he told her with a warm smile. “As for food, I’m actually pretty good in the kitchen, even if actual food doesn’t really do it for me.”

“I can count the number of people I trust on one hand, so don’t take it personally,” she muttered. “And yes, for your information, I was. I warded off my current boyfriend for seven years, so settle in. It’s going to take you a lot longer than that.” She didn’t know that for sure, of course, but she was stubborn. “And I appreciate that you cook, but what am I supposed to do otherwise?” She wasn’t allowed to work and she probably wouldn’t be allowed out of the house without him, so it was highly possible she would die of boredom. “Please tell me you at least have a library.”