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Tweak says, "Hummingbird heartbeat"

airs_and_graces (airs_and_graces) wrote in 4bidden,
@ 2014-11-15 14:10:00

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#week: 9, &day: sunday, *character: mikhail, *character: willard schmidt (dropped), @location: willard schmidt's compound, ~thread: in progress

Who: Willard and Mika
Where: Their home
When: Week 9; Late Sunday night
What: Mika won his fight but is a little worse for wear now that he's human
Status: Closed/In Progress
Rating: TBD

Mika limped into the main house, hissing slightly whenever he felt the unfamiliar stab of pain course through him. It wasn't until after the fight that he thought maybe it should have been postponed until whatever the fuck was going on had corrected itself. But Mika was prideful to a fault and he wasn't going to back down. He had won his scheduled fight but that didn't mean his opponent had left him unscathed. The weretiger had been larger and definitely more muscular than the dhampirs slight form. But lucky for him (or unlucky depending on how you veiwed it), the man really only relied on his brute strength in the fight. Mika just needed to get him to wear down before beating him into submission.

One of the slaves who tended to the fighters wounds had tried to approach him and even though the man should be terrifying, Mika sent him away with a steely glare and a few not too kind threats regarding losing limbs. Heading into the bathroom he shut the door behind him. It wasn't until he was alone that he began to look over his injuries. peeling off his shirt gently, he growled in pain as the purpling bruises all over his body were revealed.

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masterful1
2014-11-15 09:40 pm UTC (link)

Having watched the fight, he was prepared to encounter some serious injuries. Bruises, swelling, blood. Usually it was a prelude to more fun, but not while Mika was human too. Will had awoken that morning to everything hurting and aching, his physical form still the attractive middle aged man he had fallen asleep as. But, he was without magic. And so was everyone else, he'd found out. That was the only reason the still Master, Will, had allowed the fight to happen.

Submissions in the ring were common when Mika attended the fight, and Sunday was a high paying gig. But, no matter the money he'd made, Will still needed his slaves to heal. "Damn dhampire," he muttered, walking into his home and stalking the halls for Mikhail. As another member of the harem walked out of a room, grim faced, Will stopped him and took the bag he carried.

Will went inside the more private area and quietly began humming to himself a song from his childhood. The melody was calming, though like most folk-songs the words usually were twisted and morbid. Will couldn't remember all the words but he knew that it had to do with a bird in a cage. The bathroom door was shut, the rest of the room empty, so Mika had to be inside. Will set the bag of ointments and bandages on a desk and started to pull out the jars while he waited for Mika to emerge.

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airs_and_graces
2014-11-16 06:18 am UTC (link)

It had taken a few moments but eventually Mika had managed to strip down to his boxers. Grabbing a washcloth the man wet it and began the task of cleaning the blood off of his face. There was a nasty looking cut above his eyebrow and his eye was quickly starting to swell. He supposed the good news was that his ribs were probably the only thing broken on his body. He didn't understand how humans managed to live with being so weak.

Hearing the sound of humming pulled him out of his thoughts. He was about to snap at the person to leave the room but quickly realized that it was actually will and not one of the harem to come bother him. Tossing the tag in the hamper he stepped out, moving slowly across the room.

"I hope you enjoyed yourself from your cushioned seat." He grumbled though there was not real venom behind it. "That bag better have liquor in it."

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masterful1
2014-11-16 04:49 pm UTC (link)

He turned to see Mika come out, the marks of fists and fighting apparent. They were showing very quickly now that he was human, and the tattoos on his skin still had their color amidst the bruises though. "Mhmm, I did." Mika's sass didn't get a rise out of Will tonight, he simply picked up a sterilizing ointment and opened it, the obnoxious smell filled the area around him.

This was an easy tantrum to get rid of, but Will liked to poke the bear. Will stayed calm, not rising to the bait. "Behind the oil painting, on that wall. Pour me one, too, and I'll do this quickly." The house was stocked full of the best liquor, especially Willard's favorites. "The bourbon," he instructed Mika.

Will went back to digging out a needle and surgical thread. Seeing the cut on his brow, Will was certain that it needed a stitch to heal properly. He pulled out the chair for Mika to sit when he was done getting the drink.

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airs_and_graces
2014-11-16 06:23 pm UTC (link)

It was weird but Mika hated it when Will didn't snark or snap back at him. It was unusual and it unnerved him. When they would have their verbal wars it was actually comforting to the slave. It meant things were fine, normal even. But the situation they found themselves in was far from normal he supposed.

Doing as he was instructed, the slave moved to the oil painting and opened it up. Pouring the two glasses he came back over, setting the one for will down before sitting in the chair and taking a sip of his own. He could snarl that he was fine, that he didn't need to be patched up. But instead he just decided to let the warlock do what he needed to. Better him than that ham handed ex soldier.

"It looks worse than it feels." He said, his voice taking on a slight softer tone.

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masterful1
2014-11-16 07:17 pm UTC (link)

Threading the needle, Willard moved to examine the cut. He sneered without making a sound, then poised a steady index finger on Mika's temple to move his head without getting too close. The Warlock didn't need magic to tell people what to do, he was a good leader and event silent commands were to be followed. Mika was one of the best fighters, and slaves, he'd had in that regard.

"It looks like you got the shit beat out of you." Willard cleared his throat and got down to business.

Will had to press the cut together, it wasn't deep but it was an open cut that was still bleeding. The needle moved through skin once, twice, three times, and then Willard was able to close the cut. The knot was last, quick and clean. "There. You'll have another scar to tell the boys about," Will said with his typical panache. He set down the cut thread and needle, put them in a bag to be cleaned, and grabbed a disinfectant wipe that would sting as much as the stitches, then started to clean up Mika's brow before his eye was swollen shut.

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airs_and_graces
2014-11-18 03:16 am UTC (link)

"That would be because I did" He commented dryly, wincing in pain as Willard tended to the gash over his eye. Usually by now the cut would have at least stopped bleeding. Now he had no idea how long it would take for his injuries to heal. He didn't like it because his master was human as well and there was no one but himself that he trusted to make sure that the warlock was safe.

"I would be careful Kapitan, one might think you actually care about my well being." He couldn't help but tease with a slight smirk. As the disinfectant touched the cut, he hissed slightly and jerked away. "Fuck that hurts!"

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masterful1
2014-11-19 03:28 am UTC (link)

Willard nearly smiled, but held the collected and thoughtful stare while he finished. Even when Mika pulled away, Will stayed neutral until the cut was clean. He packed the kit away and picked up his glass, sighing while he took a drink. "A human did that to you," he added with the business done. Reminding the slave that he was weak and dependent upon him kept Mika in his debt.

The relationship worked well. Will couldn't deny to himself that it was uncomfortable to see Mika like this, but he'd never say it aloud. "Five years and you still think that I can care?" he scoffed in a lighter mood, returning the teasing.

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airs_and_graces
2014-11-22 07:40 am UTC (link)

"I human twice my size." He pointed out, trying to get comfortable. It was hard to do when every movement sent pain through his body. He couldn't understand why anyone if given the choice, would choose to stay human. It was annoying. "And I won. Not to mention that we're human too. Unless you can still conjur up a couple of aspirin for me."

He gave Will a cheeky little smirk before standing up again. Moving slowly to the painting he grabbed the bottle and brought it back. Refilling his glass he turned back to his master. "Are you falling apart yet?" He asked, sipping the amber liquid. It was his own way of asking if the warlock was alright. He was slightly worried even if he'd never admit it.

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masterful1
2014-11-23 04:44 am UTC (link)

Will was next to Mika, leaning against the table and holding his glass to his chest in a relaxed stand. His slave would be fine, as long as he remained obedient and charming. The cutting tongue and graceful movements kept Mika at the top of Will's list as they got the Warlock going. As humans, that hadn't changed. "You're insufferable. You want a blood thinner? Keep drinking."

Accepting the refill, he shook his head. The sobering thought that Will refused to consider lead to permanent humanity. That was not an option. "Whoever's charmed this rock will turn up dead or dead," he said flatly. The fact that he'd been so easily stripped of his own power was terrifying and infuriating. What Will needed to do was go back to the basics of magic he'd learned as a witch and find the bread crumbs that led to the instigator. He'd have to continue to be the Master of his domain and keep the fighters and slaves in check. "But if any of you get out of line, I have my ways."

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airs_and_graces
2014-11-25 07:29 am UTC (link)

"I think you'll have to get in line to punish and kill whoever is responsible moya zvezda." He commented, something dark flashing in his own eyes as he spoke. He had never really embraced his human half. His own father had him focus on his vampiric nature. Only one person had truly brought out his human side and that person was dead and gone.

"And until this is done and over with I will be sleeping in the room next to yours." He added with his own tone of finality. While he was loyal to his master, he didn't trust the others on the compound. And he wouldn't trust anyone else to make sure that the warlock was safe and protected. "If someone slits your throat in the middle of the night, I'm off to the auction block and that doesn't sound at all appealing to me."

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masterful1
2014-11-26 04:22 am UTC (link)

Willard and Mike both envisioned the same future, the life they had: laughter, fighting, sex, money, domination games. The Club that gave Will a prominent position in the culture and underground world also was a way to pass the time of Mika's sentence and Will's long life. If anyone was going to understand the cost this little stunt had, it was Mika. Plus, they had the same violent and sadistic temperament.

He had to laugh at the image conjured by the dhampire, even if his departure was the suggested tipping point. "So you'll stay in my room where you and your human ears can actually c'hear me." The warlock let out a satisfied breath after swallowing the burning liquid again, clearly amused that Mika was acting like a strutting dhampire and not human.

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