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Text: Thank you for the birthday/christmas gift. I have something for you at my place. You should come pick it up. 😘 Text: Also, I'll need assistance with the cooking. The book's great and all, but half the words sound made up.
Text: Really? I can be at yours later this afternoon if you're free?
Text: ...I'm not a good cook.
Text: I was actually hoping you'd learn enough to cook for us both
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Emmanuel breathed in deeply and fed on all the fear swirling around in her head. With the wild magic surging through the island and throwing off his abilities, he wanted something he could control and he was hungry. She was already giving him a good taste as she squirmed away from his touch, and he smirked when he heard her thoughts about this being the first time someone touched her.
"Why deny yourself some pleasure?" he taunted into her ear, his hands holding her tighter when she squirmed. Emmanuel moved his fingers farther inside her thighs until he reached her folds. "I want to hear what sounds you make." he teased lowly, and started to move his thumbs in small circles over her clit. His other hand squeezed her hip before trailing up her side and cupping her breast.
Why? Why would he always have to find her at the worst possible time? And why, despite their many encounters, was she unable to extract any useful information from him? That was perhaps the biggest frustration. As far as she knew, he was the only one left on this island that knew about her condition. And it was very fucking clear that he wasn’t looking to discuss the details with her now.
Tessa gasped and held her breath as Emmanuel’s fingers eventually found her pussy. “N-no, please-“ He was surprisingly gentle, more so than Uriel had been. But she still wished that it was Uriel who got her into this position. At least she was familiar with him. He was strict, sometimes scary, but always fair. “Please stop”, she begged again, twisting her head away from him as much as possible. “At least not now, not with this war going on”
Freddie struggled to imagine a scenario in which someone in his position wouldn't have a shit time. The best case scenario was to fly under the radar, completely undisturbed while he earnt his degree, but even then his liberty was frustratingly compromised, to say the very least. But then there were always those people you found on fetlife that seemed to want something monstrous and incomprehensible to Freddie. He shuddered. Can't back out. Can't take the debt. Not with his Mum so ill - the shock of it alone would probably kill her. Good to have a friend. At least. Know any good hiding spots?
Tessa swallowed, realizing that she was perhaps the worst person to introduce him to the island. Not only was she an outsider who did not know how to make the most of this opportunity but also, her poor decisions constantly rubbed people the wrong way. She was the last person he should be seeking for advice – or friendship. “Yes. I don’t have many friends either”, she smiled, despite herself. “I think you found this one by yourself. There are a few more, although I’m not sure if they survived the attacks and subsequent revamp of this place”
“My favorite drink?” His mind went straight to champagne, because that’s what he was supposed to sip on with his pinky finger up in the air. Truth was Sawyer wasn’t much of a drinker, until he needed to forget about something or if he wanted to change his mind. “Wine. Shit, huh. Red wine, the kind that clings to your tongue,” lingering there, taking over the rest, anchoring him into reality.
His hand ran absentmindedly in the sand for a bit, then against the towel he brought over. He fell silent and for a moment, it was just the wind, the coastal birds and the waves. “Not so put together, am I?” He laughed, but there was no humor there. No, Sawyer was not put together at all. He looked the part, and in public he acted the part. His apartment was oh so clean, wasn’t it? His assignments always got him decent if not excellent grades. And yet, he felt like a fucking fraud.
Maybe he should have changed his major. After all, his education had already been paid for and he had enough money in his accounts to pay for a few extra years.
And yet, the thought of disappointing his family… He knew they may never speak to him again if he were to follow a path they didn’t want him on. Oh the embarrassment he would be. Still, he looked at her. There weren’t many people on the island that knew him more than she did. “What do you think I should do?” But then she was laughing, and he felt stupid for thinking she was being serious. Right. He didn’t need to change majors. Finance would work out. He could always find a job at FIFA or something like that.
Besides he had other things to focus on right then. Tessa, for instance. He knew a call for help when he saw one. She asked to see him, they were drinking on a week day, and the way she held herself right now made him wonder when was the last time someone properly hugged her. He took note of that, for later, maybe because he too wondered when that last happened to him.
“A cottage by a pond. That sounds peaceful,” and as long as you had everything you needed in there, it wasn’t a bad option either. “You lived in Europe for a long while?” He asked, his gaze falling to the brochure he had gotten her, turning the pages to look at what the institute had to offer. “Oh, culinary arts would have me in tears,” he commented, closing it off to look at her again. “Maybe I should buy a place,” he stated. “You wouldn’t need to live in these cells anymore, and I wouldn’t have to stay on my own all day long.”
Tessa could see that her question took him by surprise. That only fuelled her curiosity and she leaned in close in anticipation. “Snob” A small giggle escaped her lips when Sawyer did finally answer. She could picture him with red wine. It was elegant and clean and upper-class but not too try-hard. “I only ever got drunk on cheap wine. I don’t know if that counts”
“If you are not put-together, then what am I?” Tessa looked into the distance. She really meant that. Whatever Sawyer thought about himself, she didn’t see it. She only saw someone who cared and was there for her and who put up with her mood swings and indecisiveness. She saw in him someone with so many good traits that it would make up for the lack of her own. Why he was still with her? Tessa had no fucking clue. Even without speaking with her fellow slaves much, she knew there were dozens more beautiful, intelligent, or otherwise interesting than her. At least she had the indecencyof accepting his choice without complaints.
Her train of thought came to a sudden stop when Sawyer turned to her for advice. She looked at him as if he had somehow lost his mind between then and now. “You’re asking me?”, Tessa clarified, just to be sure, and hoped that he would decline. Whatever advice she could give, she did not want to be responsible for the consequences. “I’m not exactly known to make smart choices…” Her features turned thoughtful. “I always thought you should do what you want, even if it means that others don’t approve or you don’t make as much money”, she started slowly. “But you see where this sense of freedom has gotten me. But… You could explore on the side? I don’t know, figure it out before you change majors? You have time, right?”
Tessa wasn’t sure whether Sawyer was serious or simply polite but didn’t care to find out. “Maybe you wouldn’t have to order takeout every time we eat together”, she commented instead. “And here I thought you were majoring in finance…” From here on, they could have kept teasing each other and call it a day, each returning to their own lives. But what the other said next was impossible to ignore. A flutter of… something had her momentarily dazed. “A house?” How much money did the man have to buy a house on the fly? And did he know what that meant if he wanted to stay with her? “I mean- You should. You should also think this through” Tessa tried to play it cool but failed miserably. “I mean it. But… You know, they wouldn’t let me stay with you. Not like that. But don’t let that stop you”
Tessa could see that her question took him by surprise. That only fuelled her curiosity and she leaned in close in anticipation. “Snob” A small giggle escaped her lips when Sawyer did finally answer. She could picture him with red wine. It was elegant and clean and upper-class but not too try-hard. “I only ever got drunk on cheap wine. I don’t know if that counts”
“If you are not put-together, then what am I?” Tessa looked into the distance. She really meant that. Whatever Sawyer thought about himself, she didn’t see it. She only saw someone who cared and was there for her and who put up with her mood swings and indecisiveness. She saw in him someone with so many good traits that it would make up for the lack of her own. Why he was still with her? Tessa had no fucking clue. Even without speaking with her fellow slaves much, she knew there were dozens more beautiful, intelligent, or otherwise interesting than her. At least she had the indecencyof accepting his choice without complaints.
Her train of thought came to a sudden stop when Sawyer turned to her for advice. She looked at him as if he had somehow lost his mind between then and now. “You’re asking me?”, Tessa clarified, just to be sure, and hoped that he would decline. Whatever advice she could give, she did not want to be responsible for the consequences. “I’m not exactly known to make smart choices…” Her features turned thoughtful. “I always thought you should do what you want, even if it means that others don’t approve or you don’t make as much money”, she started slowly. “But you see where this sense of freedom has gotten me. But… You could explore on the side? I don’t know, figure it out before you change majors? You have time, right?”
Tessa wasn’t sure whether Sawyer was serious or simply polite but didn’t care to find out. “Maybe you wouldn’t have to order takeout every time we eat together”, she commented instead. “And here I thought you were majoring in finance…” From here on, they could have kept teasing each other and call it a day, each returning to their own lives. But what the other said next was impossible to ignore. A flutter of… something had her momentarily dazed. “A house?” How much money did the man have to buy a house on the fly? And did he know what that meant if he wanted to stay with her? “I mean- You should. You should also think this through” Tessa tried to play it cool but failed miserably. “I mean it. But… You know, they wouldn’t let me stay with you. Not like that. But don’t let that stop you”
Gina felt like she'd just ruined the other woman's quiet moment, an apologetic look on her face as she slowly lifts her foot off the branch and back onto a less noisy part of the ground. "Y-You looked...focused?" The blonde adds, unable to verbalise what she was thinking. "I didn't m-mean to disturb you."
Tessa merely shrugged. “I was just thinking” The girl wasn’t completely wrong. She didn’t think she was in the mood for company but somehow didn’t mind the intrusion. Other slaves did not speak to her often and when they did, it was mostly to judge or ask for favours. “You can stay if you want”, she offered with a small smile. The obvious lack of confidence in the other made Tessa feel strangely secure. “What were you doing, anyway?”
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Lyssa leans closer to the slave with a disgruntled sigh, pressing her painted lips together briefly. "Unfortunately, they don't let me kill here." The tendrils move out of her reach, but eventually the vampire manages to grab one again and rips it apart, causing the thing to loosen it's grip on the other woman. "I consider those words of yours binding, except the complaints. I love hearing every discomfort."
Tessa sighed in relief when the woman finally freed her from the tendrils – with surprising ease. Her whole body was exhausted from the fear and resistance and she slumped on the ground at once. “Thank you”, she whispered even if she knew that payment would come. She had to be no genius to figure out that this one was dangerous. A faint, nervous smile plastered her face at the Mistress’s comment. “For what it’s worth, I didn’t think I would have actually stopped complaining”
What did she get in return? Well, that was new, certainly unexpected. Luc hadn’t encountered a lot of slaves in their time on the island, but the general consensus was that most of them were all ‘yes, Sir. no, Sir,” simply for the sake of keeping the little trinket around their necks from flashing red. They hadn’t read any of the slave rules, Luc wasn’t much of a reader. But they were certainly observant, and they didn’t miss much. The fact that this girl didn’t seem to give a fuck, piqued their interest.
“The satisfaction of knowing you helped a beautiful stranger?” Luc didn’t think that would cut it, but it was worth the shot. “Look, gorgeous, I’ve got like two dollars and fifty-seven cents worth of change in my pocket and I don’t get naked unless I’m asked real nice, so what do you want?"
Tessa had not thought this through. Naturally, she was acting on a whim – perks of having neither a goal nor perspective in life. She had long gotten used to the idea that things simply did not work out in her favour. The surprise was therefore great when the man entertained her demands instead of laughing at her face or worse, punishing her for even asking.
“Then I want two dollars and fifty-seven cents”, she started and continued to think about what else she could add to the list. There were many things she wanted but not so many that she could get without his company. “A good meal and one of your cigarettes. Sounds fair?” The question came with a shot of adrenaline on the house. Was she pushing her luck? “Plus, you don’t even have to get naked”
Fuck.
They’d really stepped in it this time.
How was it that they always managed to stumble into something absolutely fucked? For a moment, Luc allowed their mind to wander back to the trailer park, and sort of smiled. Deacon would say it was because they ran their mouth off too damn much. Which was fair enough, they wouldn’t be here if they hadn’t applied for the vacant Head of Maintenance position.
They laid there for a long moment, staring up at the spotless white ceiling, not a yellow-ish water-mark in sight, and pondered on their new situation. So what? They got a fancy new phone, some nice digs, a relatively cushy job on a tropical island? It wasn't prison. At least not for them. And Luc wasn’t a saint by any stretch of the imagination. He’d hurt people, sometimes just to hurt them, other times because he was told. How was this place any different? Luc shot up, sitting up straight like they’d just risen from the dead, and tugged at their long curly locks.
It wasn’t. They had a place to sleep at night and a bit of pocket change, and all they had to do was their fucking job.
Fishing around in their coat pocket, Luc pulled out a sealed pack of cigarettes and slapped it against their palm before pulling the cellophane off, ‘waking up the cancer’ as Deacon used to call it. Luc was supposed to quit, but then again, Deacon wasn’t supposed to lose his goddamn mind and fuck off into the Oregon wilderness, so what difference did it make? Promises were bullshit and these weren’t actually going to kill them anyway.
With an unlit cigarette in their mouth, Luc meandered aimlessly through the halls until they stumbled upon an exit door that led out into the humid island air, it was sweet and warm, and smelled nothing like home. 'Thank fuck,’ they thought, feeling around their pockets for a lighter, the searching growing more and more frantic the closer they came to the realization that they didn’t have one on ‘em. “Fuck.” A trek back to their suite might as well have been a herculean trial without a smoke first. “‘Scuse me, uh –” Luc waved a hand to get their attention. “You got a lighter on you?” The cigarette bounced up and down as they spoke. “I promise not to fuck off with it, scout’s honor.”
Fuck it.
That was the motto since Dante’s execution. The death of a hated stranger was apparently what it took for her to realize that nothing really mattered. The conditions of the contract, horrid as they were, at least allowed her to live without worrying about an income. She had spent the last months worrying about her choice of major, forgetting that it wouldn’t matter if she didn’t leave. And what was the point in socializing when the people inside the cells were just as reputable as the people guarding them? In short, nothing changed. Tessa had simply accepted her position in life and was since rewarded with a twisted sense of freedom.
Being an outsider with a seemingly infinite amount of time to waste also came with certain benefits. For one, she could be nosy and get away with it. Surrounded by predominantly good-looking people, most paid the average girl no mind. By the time her presence was noticed, Tessa had seen more of the man than he had seen of her. She watched him stare, think, and almost succumb to his minor addiction. Her mind played with stories and ideas about his life that she maybe once would have realized in a character sketch. Of course, she was out of the job and nobody cared about her concept art anymore.
“I do”, the brunette confirmed as she was spoken to, revealing a lighter from her jacket pocket as proof. A few weeks ago, she would have relinquished it silently, grateful perhaps for the conversation. Things were different now. She was incredibly bored now. “What do I get in return?”
“It’s not awful,” he repeated, with a small, amused grin. With a light head tilt, he looked at her. Whatever she had to numb or forget, he wasn’t sure of, but he didn’t have the heart to get his hands on the bottle before she set it down. Taking a sip, then another, he moved the bottle in his hand, watching the liquid swirl inside. How many times had he done the very same thing she did? His Columbia days weren’t too far away : he had sometimes showed up hungover in class, still tipsy from last night to exams. And if that wasn’t enough, there was some debauchery slapped on top of it all.
Sawyer, turning on his side, propped up his head in his hand, and smiled again, this time looking perhaps a bit distant. He didn’t usually complain out loud. Who would feel sorry for him and his gilded life ? “I…” He hesitated. Are you serious ? He only needed to nod as a reply. “I could have it a lot worse,” he scoffed. At least his parents wanted what was best for him : an executive position in a firm, the salary and social condition that came with it. It was all disguised under the illusion of freedom. He had picked where he went to college, didn’t he? It was where his father in law had studied. He didn’t need to work alongside studying, he had a nice place to live, and even now, he was blessed. He didn’t have to wear a collar, live in a cell, answer to the whims of masters.
“But what about what I care about ? I…” Well he didn’t really know what he did care for. Sure, he had found that he didn’t hate taking pictures, or reading novels, but you could hardly make a living from either of those things when you’d started so late. “I don’t even know what…” Well there was sports. He’d always liked that, and while he could never be a professional, he would have liked working in that field. Maybe he could have been working in the NFL’s finance branches or something like that. That wasn’t so bad, was it? It wasn’t what his family wanted, of course. They weren’t into sports, and felt like it was an inferior entertainment.
He gave her a look, and reached out to put his hand on her shoulder, even if that was all the reassurance he could give now. “Your own place? Here or out there?” He had thought about it too. It would have been nice to have a place to call his own, with no near stranger in the corridor to run into. “What would it be like? An old manor with ivy growing on the front? A small cottage with one of these thatched roofs ? Just a small house, not too far from the sea?” And that was about it when it came to how he pictured her dream house.
Tessa flashed him a smile. She was somehow proud that she managed to do that so well when deep inside, she felt like crying. Perhaps she had not given this fig concoction enough credit. She wasn’t drunk yet, but somehow it helped her get a grip, stopped her from embarrassing herself too much in front of her only friend. “What’s your favourite drink?”, she asked in return. If they were still on speaking terms after today, she’d have to thank him for the support. A bottle of his favourite drink could be a good start.
“Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t know…”, she trailed of as he admitted his own struggles. Of course, being sorry would not make a damn difference. It wouldn’t give him any more freedom. “I guess…”, Tessa nodded as he admitted that it could have been worse. “But that doesn’t make your problem any less… problematic” She didn’t have any parents. She often what it would be like growing up in a proper family but unmet expectations was not something that had considered in her fantasies. Picking up the brochure, she held it towards him. “Maybe I’m not the only one who needs to consider her major” That was a reckless thing to suggest and hopefully, Sawyer had the foresight to decline. Finance was a prestigious and useful major and he was good at it. She could see already society disapproving of her influence. “Have you even looked at them properly? Maybe you’ll see something you find interesting and maybe, who knows, care about” The brunette rolled her eyes and laughed a little at her own silly idea, not because she thought it was stupid but because she was certain that Sawyer would declare it as such. And why would he take advice from someone who had not figured out her own career? She didn’t know what she cared about either except…. Well, that person was by her side. Tessa held her breath as Sawyer touched her shoulder, a flutter of something replacing the usual dread that she felt. “Thanks” She looked up at him but didn’t dare say more.
“I…” This was maybe the first time she truly thought about this. “There is not a chance that I would ever own a manor. Do you know how expensive they are!?” Tessa didn’t. She only knew it was far more than she’d ever earn. “A small place would be nice. The sea is… weird, but maybe a pond? Some ducks?” That idea made her laugh. “I’m not sure. Honestly, I was so happy when I was able to rent my first flat in Berlin and that was just a room, not much bigger than the cells, actually”
Tessa flashed him a smile. She was somehow proud that she managed to do that so well when deep inside, she felt like crying. Perhaps she had not given this fig concoction enough credit. She wasn’t drunk yet, but somehow it helped her get a grip, stopped her from embarrassing herself too much in front of her only friend. “What’s your favourite drink?”, she asked in return. If they were still on speaking terms after today, she’d have to thank him for the support. A bottle of his favourite drink could be a good start.
“Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t know…”, she trailed of as he admitted his own struggles. Of course, being sorry would not make a damn difference. It wouldn’t give him any more freedom. “I guess…”, Tessa nodded as he admitted that it could have been worse. “But that doesn’t make your problem any less… problematic” She didn’t have any parents. She often what it would be like growing up in a proper family but unmet expectations was not something that had considered in her fantasies. Picking up the brochure, she held it towards him. “Maybe I’m not the only one who needs to consider her major” That was a reckless thing to suggest and hopefully, Sawyer had the foresight to decline. Finance was a prestigious and useful major and he was good at it. She could see already society disapproving of her influence. “Have you even looked at them properly? Maybe you’ll see something you find interesting and maybe, who knows, care about” The brunette rolled her eyes and laughed a little at her own silly idea, not because she thought it was stupid but because she was certain that Sawyer would declare it as such. And why would he take advice from someone who had not figured out her own career? She didn’t know what she cared about either except…. Well, that person was by her side. Tessa held her breath as Sawyer touched her shoulder, a flutter of something replacing the usual dread that she felt. “Thanks” She looked up at him but didn’t dare say more.
“I…” This was maybe the first time she truly thought about this. “There is not a chance that I would ever own a manor. Do you know how expensive they are!?” Tessa didn’t. She only knew it was far more than she’d ever earn. “A small place would be nice. The sea is… weird, but maybe a pond? Some ducks?” That idea made her laugh. “I’m not sure. Honestly, I was so happy when I was able to rent my first flat in Berlin and that was just a room, not much bigger than the cells, actually”
“You’re right. It’s fucking delicious” – And she was drinking more of it than was sensible on a weekday afternoon. Her failed plan to lure Sawyer into a bar was promptly discarded. She remembered when they first had dinner together. She had been willing to lie about her alcohol consumption and stick to it if forced to. Tessa was still not proud to get drunk in front of him, but it seemed more bearable than having to deal with her lost future.
Sawyer’s next words caught her interest and in a manner far more genuine than her desire for distraction. “How do you mean?”, she wondered. Tessa knew his parents were strict. It was evident from his behaviour, his posture, his thinking even. But she never believed that it was so severe that he wouldn’t have a real choice. “Are you serious? I…” She was quiet momentarily, looking down. “That makes two of us then. I never had a choice either. Every choice I made has led to a completely unexpected and vastly different outcome, usually a disaster” It felt strange saying it out loud. Worse still, it sobered her up somewhat. “You just happen to be good at the things that matter; at least the things that other people care about”, she added. “And you didn’t have to force me to be friends with you, not more than the others, anyway. In fact, you’re…” my only friend. Tessa could not bring the words over her lips. That was a touch too desperate.
“Anyway”, she grabbed the brochure instead. Whether or not that was Sawyer’s plan all along, the prospect of choosing a course had become the lesser evil. Of course, she wasn’t able to concentrate on the text, not when the other kept asking her more difficult questions. Her stomach twisted as she thought about them. Yes, she thought she didn’t matter. Life had given her enough evidence for that. And what if there was no future? What was the point in dreaming when they would never come true? But she couldn’t say any of it. For as much as she did not care about herself, she did care about the friendship she had built with Sawyer, and his opinion of her. Tessa did not want to disappoint. “I don’t know”, she said instead, dropping the paper. “I don’t know… My own place would be nice, maybe?”
“You’re right. It’s fucking delicious” – And she was drinking more of it than was sensible on a weekday afternoon. Her failed plan to lure Sawyer into a bar was promptly discarded. She remembered when they first had dinner together. She had been willing to lie about her alcohol consumption and stick to it if forced to. Tessa was still not proud to get drunk in front of him, but it seemed more bearable than having to deal with her lost future.
Sawyer’s next words caught her interest and in a manner far more genuine than her desire for distraction. “How do you mean?”, she wondered. Tessa knew his parents were strict. It was evident from his behaviour, his posture, his thinking even. But she never believed that it was so severe that he wouldn’t have a real choice. “Are you serious? I…” She was quiet momentarily, looking down. “That makes two of us then. I never had a choice either. Every choice I made has led to a completely unexpected and vastly different outcome, usually a disaster” It felt strange saying it out loud. Worse still, it sobered her up somewhat. “You just happen to be good at the things that matter; at least the things that other people care about”, she added. “And you didn’t have to force me to be friends with you, not more than the others, anyway. In fact, you’re…” my only friend. Tessa could not bring the words over her lips. That was a touch too desperate.
“Anyway”, she grabbed the brochure instead. Whether or not that was Sawyer’s plan all along, the prospect of choosing a course had become the lesser evil. Of course, she wasn’t able to concentrate on the text, not when the other kept asking her more difficult questions. Her stomach twisted as she thought about them. Yes, she thought she didn’t matter. Life had given her enough evidence for that. And what if there was no future? What was the point in dreaming when they would never come true? But she couldn’t say any of it. For as much as she did not care about herself, she did care about the friendship she had built with Sawyer, and his opinion of her. Tessa did not want to disappoint. “I don’t know”, she said instead, dropping the paper. “I don’t know… My own place would be nice, maybe?”
“You’re right. It’s fucking delicious” – And she was drinking more of it than was sensible on a weekday afternoon. Her failed plan to lure Sawyer into a bar was promptly discarded. She remembered when they first had dinner together. She had been willing to lie about her alcohol consumption and stick to it if forced to. Tessa was still not proud to get drunk in front of him, but it seemed more bearable than having to deal with her lost future.
Sawyer’s next words caught her interest and in a manner far more genuine than her desire for distraction. “How do you mean?”, she wondered. Tessa knew his parents were strict. It was evident from his behaviour, his posture, his thinking even. But she never believed that it was so severe that he wouldn’t have a real choice. “Are you serious? I…” She was quiet momentarily, looking down. “That makes two of us then. I never had a choice either. Every choice I made has led to a completely unexpected and vastly different outcome, usually a disaster” It felt strange saying it out loud. Worse still, it sobered her up somewhat. “You just happen to be good at the things that matter; at least the things that other people care about”, she added. “And you didn’t have to force me to be friends with you, not more than the others, anyway. In fact, you’re…” my only friend. Tessa could not bring the words over her lips. That was a touch too desperate.
“Anyway”, she grabbed the brochure instead. Whether or not that was Sawyer’s plan all along, the prospect of choosing a course had become the lesser evil. Of course, she wasn’t able to concentrate on the text, not when the other kept asking her more difficult questions. Her stomach twisted as she thought about them. Yes, she thought she didn’t matter. Life had given her enough evidence for that. And what if there was no future? What was the point in dreaming when they would never come true? But she couldn’t say any of it. For as much as she did not care about herself, she did care about the friendship she had built with Sawyer, and his opinion of her. Tessa did not want to disappoint. “I don’t know”, she said instead, dropping the paper. “I don’t know… My own place would be nice, maybe?”
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Gina felt like she was floating around, unable to help or fix anything yet feeling like she needed to keep busy. With that unsettled feeling in her stomach, she sets off with no destination in mind, no off-limit areas at the moment from the message she'd received. She tried not to make too much noise when she saw the other woman, but her feet tripped on and snapped a loud twig that made her very obviously there. "S-Sorry." She says with an apologetic smile.
Tessa turned promptly as she heard the sound, though not with the same fear that she usually had. It felt liberating not wanting to run. More so, as soon as she locked eyes with the culprit, she realized that she did not have to. How many opportunities had she wasted to be strong? If she had run, she would not have known that this wasn’t a guard or a Master who was out to get her. “Sorry for what?”
"Oh" she said as she looked at the ripples "I had never thought of it like that, I think you have a point there" she said still looking at the water as it became still once again. "Sometimes is nice to find little things like that" she finally looked at the other again "I was just seeing how things changed"
“Do I?”, Tessa wondered in response, genuine surprise present in her voice. It was rare that someone acknowledged her creativity or intelligence or simply her reasons. It was strange that not caring was what it took to finally hear it. It didn’t feel as good as she thought it would. It was almost disappointing how little changed. Still, she smiled for a moment. “Nothing changes”, the girl conceded then. “They’re gonna put us back into the cells as soon as they can and then they will continue to torture and punish us, until we finish our degree. Then we forget. Just like before”
"Well, I'm friends with my slave," he said with a shrug. "And I guess the computer professor is my friend. You can apply if you want, just not for the fucking part."
"Some snacking is fun, even for the snacked on, but yeah...you wouldn't much like it in this case," he said with a laugh.
“Good. I wouldn’t want to be involved with the… fucking part” The word felt dirty and forbidden in her mouth, at least when assigned to its literal meaning. Funnily enough, Tessa had no problems using it as a swear word. “No offense” Her face softened then. “I guess I couldn’t imagine not having friends to simply hang out with, without the pressure and complications I mean. But everybody’s different, huh?”
"I'm not a witch," he answered, voice even. It was like placating a petulant child, he couldn't even find it in himself to be annoyed. If anything, it was humorous, and Paris was never one to pass up a good laugh. His own siren song was something different, and while it was supernatural, he didn't consider it magic. Vampires weren't magical with their compulsion and while sirens were far more sophisticated, they operated under similar circumstances. Paris inhaled slowly, his eyes having shut again when she had spoken earlier. There was less shadow on him now, but peace and quiet after a flight wasn't going to happen, it appeared. "Mm, fine, but go over here--" He waggled his pointer finger to his left. "Make sure you get my good side." Paris chuckled to himself, shifting a bit for his chest to puff up a bit. "What am I saying? They're all good."
“You’re not human” Tessa was sure of that. There was no way a human could be as self-assured, judgmental and manipulative as Paris was and get away with it. “Hence, you did some form of magic. I don’t care what you are” A petulant response, though it felt justified when used against someone equally immature.
“You must not have understood me” Was this a bluff? Or did he simply underestimate her? Tessa was shocked to see his indifference. Yet worse than a failed threat was the one that you did not follow through. Therefore, the brunette proceeded to take a picture and began to craft some ideas in her mind. Perhaps she could frame him for sleeping with someone else’s partner. A terrible sunburn? Or the other extreme – make it look like he was being too nice to the slaves. One idea was discarded after the other. Thankfully, she’d have some time to think about that. “That's it. I'm off. You can thank me later, idiot”
Freddie jumped. It happened infrequently, but still, even with his hearing aids in it was possible for someone to creep up on him. He dropped his pencil into his lap, whipping his head round to look at the intruder upon his solitude. It hadn't been her voice, but her hair brushing his shoulder that alerted him to her presence. His expression was initially furious, perhaps a little frightened, before he clocked the collar and it dropped to a softer, distant frown. He tipped his head sideways, examining the art. He'd always enjoyed that style of sketch. Hurried, angry, moving.
He took his flip pad out of his shirt pocket. I like this, he scribbled, circling it for emphasis. As he read her lips, his eyebrows furrowed. Of course she understood what he was going through, knew better about what was actually happening too, probably. I arrived last night. Freddie. Fine Art. He accompanied his name with a small smiley-face, offering the girl the brightest smile he could muster. A problem shared was a problem halved, that's what his mum always said.
Tessa had never been good with people and this was no different. Who was she to pretend to be able to relate to this guy? She was probably boring him with her work. Even worse, every bit she had revealed about herself must have given him the impression that she was a lost cause. A hopeless case. She quickly closed her sketchbook and held it close, waiting for karma to strike her. When the other turned back to his notebook, Tessa simply sighed and turned. To receive the cold shoulder from Paris, a known bully, was not a big deal. But to find out that he wasn’t the only one who thought so?
“Really!?” It was pure chance that she spotted his written response. Tessa nearly dropped her things on the spot, her desperateness – and confusion – was reflected in her voice. “I mean… Wow. Are you…?” Stupid question. Guilt filled the imaginary holes that her low self-esteem created. “Shit, I’m so sorry. Also that you ended up here. God, you’re gonna…” Tessa shook her head, contemplating whether she should lie to Freddie. That didn’t seem fair. “You’re gonna have a shit time, although… Not all of us do, somehow”, she grimaced but then thought again. He already had chosen a major – something she had yet to achieve despite a whole year of being enrolled. “Maybe I’m just not a good example. I’m Tessa, by the way”
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The panic made Lyssa laugh, she couldn't help it but the other woman looked like an animal caught in a trap. The vampire reaches towards the tendril and digs her nails in it so it loosens it's grip slightly, wanting to see how the slave would react to the glimpse of hope she gave her. "You beg so beautifully." She smirks. "And look at how pretty you bleed, too. I could eat you up."
Tessa had to be no genius to figure out that this woman was no help. She would watch her die and probably enjoy the show. It was only her goddamn luck that the Mistress was also the only chance she had. “Please”, she continued to beg. “Please. You can’t- I mean. I mean I won’t be any use to you dead… right?” Her stomach twisted at the words. There was little to convince her to voluntarily spend more time with the woman but if it worked, she would at least live to regret it. “I mean look at me. You can take me anywhere, do anything. I’ll do what you want, no complaints”
To say that Freddie wasn't best pleased was an understatement. He hadn't wanted to leave his mum in the first place, and to arrive somewhere that seemed to be some kind of active warzone and immediately be collared and degraded was... Well, it felt pretty bad. He'd thought about demanding to drop out immediately and go straight home, but what would he say to his mother when he got there? The money that they would be on the line for alone was vomit-inducing, and there was little chance of him finding another placement elsewhere. All told, the fact that when the administration had got to the last item on the list: magical creatures, Freddie had taken the revelation like a champ. He wanted to hit things, hit people, but pissing people off immediately felt like a terrible idea. Instead, he'd taken himself to the beach with his sketch book, hoping he could sit in splendid solitude for a few hours before being obliged to process what was happening to him. He huffed, blowing bits of eraser off the paper as he worked. It was angry, abstract pencil marks, almost like a cave painting in its construction of shapes, people made out of harsh triangles, layered on top of one another to convey movement. He paused a moment to look out across the water at the horizon. What the fuck had he got himself into now?
Tessa went back to a spot at the beach that she used to visit when she first came to the island. Although the new rules ensured that she did not have to hide or search for privacy, she realized that the memories associated with these places inspired her the most. Her bag was stuffed with old sketches, pencils and a few snacks she took from Ace’s kitchen, ready to embrace solitude. – Almost.
It was rare to find another person so far from the main beach. Most preferred the clubs and bars of the Institute, or at least the open spots by the water. Tessa was not very social but the hectic drawing, the way the man did not even notice her, didn’t allow her to step away. Instead, her eyes peaked over his shoulder, curiously watching the pencil marks come to life. There was no clear image but… Somehow, she understood. And she sympathized with him. Almost instinctively she reached into her oldest sketchbook, one that she had started upon her arrival and found the image of a knight. “My first drawing here”, Tessa explained as the other finally realized her presence. Unexpectedly, she blushed as their eyes met, hit by a sense of vulnerability. She did not speak about her art often. “Concept art. That’s what I told myself, at least” Her first job as a concept artist had turned out the be a major scam. Still, she realized that this was not only a hobby but also her way of making sense of the world. One of many coping mechanisms. “Maybe imaging that this was a quest with a happy ending made me feel better than knowing I would be collared and enslaved for no good reason... I mean for something that simply happened to me”
