#slavexisabel

Steele couldn’t have had a better time on the island than they had the last few weeks. While most people were licking their wounds and going through issues, Steele was almost skipping as they made their way to the cells to see Isabel. They felt bad for not seeking her out sooner and with everything that happened they wanted to make sure she was okay. With a bouquet flowers they made their way to her cell.

“Izzy, it’s been a while. Do you want to get some fresh air with me?”

@slavexisabel​

It was at the end of the first day, and Isabel was Not Doing Well.  The fact that she had acted under compulsion didn’t do anything to ease the guilt that felt like a bottomless pit in her stomach.  The last thing the shifter ever wanted to do was hurt anyone, and yet she had.  At some point, rationality would likely kick in and she’d understand that it wasn’t her fault.  That being the victim of a spell took personal responsibility away from her actions.  But she wasn’t there yet, sitting in a corner of the ballroom as they awaited their fate the next day, hugging her shins and trying not to cry.

Leib, still wearing just the pajama pants he’d gone to bed in the night before walked over to a wall and leaned back against it before he slid down the wall. He rested his elbows on his knees and sighed darkly as he leaned his head back against the wall. The person to his left seemed to be feeling the exact same he was, and he glanced over at her with sympathy in his eyes. He knew what he had done- it had been bad, but she looked like she was taking it to heart a lot more than he was. “Hey,” he said softly, before he reached into the pocket of his pajama pants and drew out a handkerchief. How he’s forgotten about it throughout the day, he didn’t know, but when he saw her, his regular chivalry kicked in and he had to offer it to her. 

Out of all the events Kadri had experienced, this one was the least terrible, at least for the most part.  From what he had seen there weren’t a lot of people that were taking advantage of the slaves so he had spent most of his time conversing with and getting to know some of the slaves, letting those that seemed to be overworked have a break.  He’d been getting ready to head back to his office for a bit of a break when he saw a Master that had been tormenting slaves earlier heading toward Isabel.  Using his Mimic abilities, Kadri took long steps to cut in front of the man and hand Isabel one of the potions available, having already determined that there weren’t any that he thought were harmful.  “Here you are mi mariposita.  Try this one.”

Avery knew it wouldn’t be hard for him to get permission to go shopping from his Mistress.  He had her guidelines for what he was supposed to get, but he wasn’t worried about making sure to get something she approved of.  After all this time, Avery had a pretty good idea of what she considered acceptable.  He’d thrown on a pair of shorts that FaBi had approved of, mostly so that Izzy didn’t feel out of place, but also so that he wasn’t the only slave running around in normal clothing.

Heading into the mall, Avery saw Izzy standing outside the store waiting for him.  Getting a silly idea, Avery snuck up behind her while she was looking the other way and reached up to cover her eyes with his hands.  “Guess who?!”

It was the closest Isabel had felt to normal in months.  The burden she’d been carrying since February had grown a little lighter under the requested heavy hand, she’d had a very set schedule for an entire week, and she had an entire four hours of ‘free time’ to spend unbound - once all of her chores had been attended to, of course.  She’d quickly and carefully did each before stripping and immediately shifting into her preferred form.

Free.  She never felt as free as she did when riding the wind, catching updrafts to soar high above the ground before propelling herself closer to the ground again.  Only on her second descent did she note that apparently she was no longer alone in the little clearing, wings flapping to carefully land on the tip of her company’s nose in greeting.

Despite needing to adapt to his Mistress' various quirks, Avery was incredibly happy that she was letting him be unbound.  While he was happy to be getting training with his technopathic abilities, what really excited him was being able to experience what it meant to be a vampire and how his senses changed.

Getting used to all the new smells and sights and sounds did get to Avery after a while and he headed out into the woods to find a place that was quiet and peaceful.  Even though his eyesight was keen enough to catch sight of the butterfly and grin as it fluttered around, it didn't prepare him for having it land on his nose, a surprised "Oh, hi." escaping his lips.

{Text-Avery}:  Wow, that’s awesome Izzy!!!

{Text-Avery}:  Where are you working at now?

[Text: Isabel]: Miss Isabel, how lovely to hear from you. I am not quite sure how to answer that one honestly. I'm afraid the announcement was true, but uh, well, it wasn't permanent. But thank you for checking in on me, that's very sweet of you.

[Text: Isabel]: Of course I had to be nice to you, you did not deserve to be around all of that. I hope you're recovering well, and I'd love to catch up with you sometime. Dinks maybe?